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Jan Steel - 3 poems

1/21/2016

2 Comments

 
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​SELF-IGNORANCE

The mentality is omnipotent.
Everbody wants justice
nobody wants to give it.
Everyone is afraid to riot
no one's afraid to buy it.

We don't know our mothers and fathers
We don't know our mothers and fathers
 know our mothers and fathers
 know them
 don't blame them
 know your mothers and fathers.
Groovy hairdo, detesting weirdo
You're too young to be old.
dirt talking hero; "did you come? did you come yet? Don't come in me!"
There are no dirty words.

O! The world that we live in, why
 oh why
 is it so unforgiving?

If you knew the time and place
would you go on, or would you stop?
Do you want to make your wildest dreams come true
 or do you
 want to
 d
 i
 v
 e
 from the highest
 r i d g
 b e
 and drown in solitude. 

Knowing the end is near.
Would you then face your worst fear?
Would you finally become mad, liberated, angry
 and start screaming from pure agony!

Would the face of death make you a child again?
And the God you never believed in,
would you get on your knees and start praying? 
what the eyes see, the mind manipulates. 

***
​HUMDRUM

Blindly walking through life
 hallucinating
working. Digging our own graves

slaving for others
 never obeying oneself.
Hiding. Always hiding.

Always dreaming, never living.
waiting, wishing, wanting, rarely laughing,
 tears start falling,

 crating a sea of fear.
'till the sunbeams dry your eyes
and the long desired epiphany enters your mind

 and you finally begin to forget,
 just for another day
 as your despair vanishes

like last nights promises,
and joy happens
 re-painting the canvas,

everytime
you forget

who

you
are. 

***
21ST CENTURY SCRIBBLE
​
Look around you
what do you see?
The same old shit that's always been!

Idiocracy 
Propaganda 
horny ego's sucking blood!
look at me! Look at me!

Don't tell me that everything is fine.
I've got two eyes
    they never lie. 

I know what I see
     when I open my door
dead streets 
     and dogs walking dogs. 

I gotta go. 
It's time to grow.
Can't stay here no more
where the kids are too old. 

2 Comments
Waqar
1/21/2016 09:25:14 am

Nice! The last one reminds me of one of my current reads: Ivan Illich- Deschooling Society 1970. Actually HumDrum as well. It seems that similar to the 19th century we have entered an age of marginal productivity. It's basically just "old school" capitalism.

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Sidney
1/26/2016 11:40:07 pm

yeeeees PREACH. I fucking love this. honest, to the point, THE TRUTH, it reminds me of beat poetry mixed with Bukowski or somethinnn I dunno I LOVE IT I want more!! Any books available?

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