BLULITER LackofMorality
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 15, 2002
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Internal Bedlam/ the deconstruction of Christmas (censored for explicit content)
due to everyone (including myself) in need of an attitude adjustment.. i'll have to send you this poem via e-mail if you really want it..i sincerely apologize to the great writers and audience of this forum who didn't get the chance. here's the other 2 poems listed in the title:
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Internal Bedlam
introverted bedlam throwing bricks and lighting fuses
content in this riot of self destructive muses
falling everyday from a truth too hard to handle
ran too many jaded laps for choregraphed gasps
so there is no self pity ,fear or hate
when i decide that suicide is the optimistic side
i've just lost eye sight but i'm doing just fine
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Deconstruction of Christmas
i sit by a fire place and threw all i purched in the flames..
with time drawing near i'm constructing little crafts..
to replace those gifts, but not in the name of the lord...
i don't wish to have a half naked man mutilated on a cross
to be in my sight on the beauty of a christmas morning
but this morning is meaningless..that's what the world tells me
for the more they preach, they more that is advertised
the less i want to buy
it is a holocaust to everything i hold dear
i guess i love it for what it is not..
exploitation, enslavement, and prostitution
an invasion, a piracy, of all that is humane
that leaves me coated in an afterbirth that burns like gastric juices
-an infestation of a terminal disease
personified into a fat red man "ho ho"ing with a cola in his hand
a holy day borrowed from fireworshippers and generic sluts
incorporated into a conversion for christian hyposcrisy acned with capitalistic burns
all we need on this day is family
loved ones, maybe pets, and our friends
not the shallow and distored big boys
with leashes little leashes to lend
[ 17 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 17 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
due to everyone (including myself) in need of an attitude adjustment.. i'll have to send you this poem via e-mail if you really want it..i sincerely apologize to the great writers and audience of this forum who didn't get the chance. here's the other 2 poems listed in the title:
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Internal Bedlam
introverted bedlam throwing bricks and lighting fuses
content in this riot of self destructive muses
falling everyday from a truth too hard to handle
ran too many jaded laps for choregraphed gasps
so there is no self pity ,fear or hate
when i decide that suicide is the optimistic side
i've just lost eye sight but i'm doing just fine
------------------------------------------------
Deconstruction of Christmas
i sit by a fire place and threw all i purched in the flames..
with time drawing near i'm constructing little crafts..
to replace those gifts, but not in the name of the lord...
i don't wish to have a half naked man mutilated on a cross
to be in my sight on the beauty of a christmas morning
but this morning is meaningless..that's what the world tells me
for the more they preach, they more that is advertised
the less i want to buy
it is a holocaust to everything i hold dear
i guess i love it for what it is not..
exploitation, enslavement, and prostitution
an invasion, a piracy, of all that is humane
that leaves me coated in an afterbirth that burns like gastric juices
-an infestation of a terminal disease
personified into a fat red man "ho ho"ing with a cola in his hand
a holy day borrowed from fireworshippers and generic sluts
incorporated into a conversion for christian hyposcrisy acned with capitalistic burns
all we need on this day is family
loved ones, maybe pets, and our friends
not the shallow and distored big boys
with leashes little leashes to lend
[ 17 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 17 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
