I Wanna Be A Real Punk RockerI Wanna Be A Real Punk Rocker12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna be a real punk rocker
I wanna learn my history
I wanna know every song by the Ramones
I wanna hate emo
And all that corporate shit
I wanna be sedated
Then I wanna get a mohawk
I wanna kill Avril Lavigne
I\'m looking at Good Charlotte next
I wanna wear my tattered Chucks
With my NOFX tee and tattoos
I wanna hate the government
For reasons I don\'t get
I wanna play bass guitar
And sing somewhat off-key
I wanna be a real punk rocker
But, hey, that\'s just me
Zapata!The Mexican peasant hero ZapataZapata!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was quite a prominent Anarquista
He was quite feisty
And his army mighty
To the bourgeois he was a painful blister
Mexico was in the hands of Porfirio Diaz
A vicious man who built up the Haciendas
By stealing the land
Of those who worked by hand
And made them peons from Sonora to Chiapas
Though he was himself Mestizos
He allied with and fought for the Morelos
For the indigenous plight
He swore he would fight
After seeing a village torched by the Hacendado’s
In 1910 Mexico was in quite a commotion
From the north to the south went the cry of Revolucion
The countryside was in turmoil
The peasants were seizing soil
And in the cities the workers embraced organisation
Fortunately there was Emiliano
Riding to battle in his iconic Charro
Though not of the poor
For them he wanted more
And abandoned his family Ranchero
Zapata became an Anarchist through his friend Magon
From him he learned of the ideology popular in Aragon
Though some thought him mad
Zapata and His ChildrenZapata and His Children10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a war from long ago
And it has just begun
With the morning mist
When you lusted their land
When you first saw them
You drove the from their farms
Like cattle to a Slaughter
You raped their
For Five hundred years
The woman next to me
Hidden beneath her ski mask
And red bandana
An M-1 slung around her shoulder
Will cry bullets and blood
For her dead children
With the Flood they came
Down from the mountains
They are the last
The last will of the Compeneros
Through the Marketplace
Onward through the Neighborhoods
The World's eye captured at last
Here's the Tet offensive in the
Land of the Sun
The World has all but Forgotten
Our Pitiful Plea
To be people again
In the Jungles we will die
In the Jungles we will pass
In the Jungles we were
Now In Death
Like the rest of Us
We are Tired
Don't leave us Alone
For Five hundred Years
RejectedRejected11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can anyone hear me?
Does anyone see me?
Why do you treat me this way.
I am feeling rejected,
Or is it because i am?
What did i do,
to deserve this pain?
And why do i continue to try?
Why won't everyone just die?
So i can lie without this pain.
Spinning around all day.
Trying to figure out who did what
and why am i so rejected.
leave me this way.
so that i can kill myself one day.
and no one will care for me as i lay,
dead in the grave.
This is not what i want.
So will someone tell me why i am
I just want to know whats going on.
and what did i do to make me invisible to you.
I can see that I'm not wanted.
I can see that I'm rejected.
But for doing what?
How can you leave someone this way?
sad and confused.
Wanting to know how they,
can make it up to you.
But you cant see,
past there happy face,
and into there bloody crying soul.
Where only they know,
how they feel,
and all there questions they want to know.
So for now I say goodby
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Nothing to LoseNothing to Lose10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there is nothing to lose, absolutely nothing
everything is gone, disappeared to some northern cave
guarded by stingy eyes that see no honesty,
oppression or the violence of deprivation,
there are no schools, only classrooms of death
where the children learn how to die
from hunger or some virus,
there is no land to be had, only rock,
worked beyond use and flimsy landscapes
of sterile nature,
there is no home, only wood buildings
to fool the wind and cold
who truly knows how vulnerable we are,
there are no jobs, only trade among the rich,
while our faces, pressed against freezing windows,
betray our true desperation,
there is no justice, the case is closed,
the resounding crash of the gavel shatters our bones,
Liberty, they scream, we have nothing to lose
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
BipolarBipolar10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love and Hate,
Grief and Joy,
Hope and Dispair,
All this in one moment?
I was never prepared.
I can't see how it's possible
To be so happy yet so sad
Always smiling for no reason at all
With tears waiting patiently
For everything to fall.
Never at peace, never alone
Surrounded by nightmares
Striving to be real
Tortured by dreams
That shatter without warning.
Loving to live, living to love
Blessed with a gift
Both pure and sweet
Cursed with that same gift
Now tainted and worn.
Love you til death
Hate when you're gone
Drowned in my own Grief
Bursting with Joy
Hope for the best
But anticipate Dispair
Love and Hate,
Grief and Joy,
Hope and Dispair,
All this in one moment?
I simply can not bare.
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
The CPDA's ManifestoThe CPDA's Manifesto11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Communism In Life: A Short Manifesto
1. Abolition of property in land and application of all rents of land to public purposes.
2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
3. Abolition of all rights of inheritance.
4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
5. Centralization of credit in the banks of the state, by means of a national bank with state capital and an exclusive monopoly.
6. Centralization of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the state.
7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the state; the bringing into cultivation of waste lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
8. Equal obligation of all to work. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of all the distinction between town and country by a more equable distribution of the populace over the country.
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Being Straight EdgedBeing Straight Edged11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Straight Edge. It isn't about some 90 degree angle on a piece of paper. It's about being a man of self pride and dignity. It derived from the Punk era in the 80's over in Washington D.C. Let's put something in perspective view. "I'm a 16 year old kid from London. I hang around with my friends, smoke drugs. Drink on weekends till I'm legless. And I'm an avid smoker. What does that make me? It makes me a weakling." Now "I'm a skin-head punk from Washington D.C. I want to go see my favourite band Minor Threat. They're playing at Washington club. I see some little kid with an X on his hand, that means he can't be served at the pub because he's underage. I'm Straight Edge though. I don't drink. I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. I want to wear that X on my hand.". Now you know where the sXe expression comes from, that's what I'll use from know on.
Straight Edge is all about staying away from the things that do your body harm. You won't do drugs, you won't smoke and you won't drink yourself to
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
The meaning of life.. + death?What is the meaning of life?The meaning of life.. + death?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This is a very good question. Many believe that life has no meaning, that it's all a big joke and we should laugh at it. Ha dee ha ha.
Others believe that life has a very deep significance. For example there is a random God and he put us on Earth as a sort of trial rather than us going to Heaven directly.
A few others believe that the meaning of life is 42.
After many years of deep thought and meditation on this subject, I have come to the startling conclusion that all of the above are in fact wrong, ie life is neither a joke nor a trial from God nor 42, but simply a state of being where if one is not dead, one is alive and is therefore living and that's the meaning of life.
However, this line of thought has lead to an even deeper question which is:
What is the meaning of death?
This is a much more difficult question than the meaning of life. One might think it's a state of being where one is not alive and therefore dead, but if you're
IslamIslam6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What is Islam?
Islam in general refers to the religion which God Almighty sent His Prophets to teach mankind: The worship of the One God alone (pure Monotheism) while submitting to God's will in gratitude for being given life and innumerable blessings.
Choosing your Religion
Each person is born into a religious environment that is not of his/her own choice.
From the very beginning of human existence in this world, they are assigned the religion of their family or the ideology of the state.
By the time individuals reach their teens they usually accept the beliefs of their parents or those of their particular society.
However, when some people mature and are exposed to other beliefs and ideologies, they begin to question the validity of their own beliefs.
Some of them take a materialistic approach and become atheist.
The strange thing about many athiests is that they claim to be following science.
They claim that nothing proves the existence of a Creator.
We say to those of
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love so dark
But oh love bequeath me
This feeling I have longed after for so long
Raven saturated locks ebbing and flowing with the wind
Starlight betraying the true nature of your beautiful hair
However raven like in the dark, but ever radiant in the day
A spring day
Lazily wandering through daisies, I watch you from afar
You know I am there, but you wait for me to make my move
And wasn't it you, love, who told me to make the first move?
The one who told me I was the one who had to engage you
Tell you how I feel
How the beauty of nature compliments your pretty face
And Lo! how you shine in such light
The moon's light cannot hold grace unto you
The sun's brightness cannot outshine your eyes
And oh those eyes.
How those gems gleam so radiant and with such love
The love I wish to feel, if you will only let me near
Past times have left me scarred
But your glow heals all wounds and keeps the demons at bay
If I only was as close as the wind upon your hai
For The Freaks Freaks, monstrosities, abominations, the ugly people. We're everywhere. We're in your supermarket, we're in your office building, we're on your highway, we're in your religion, we're in your government.For The Freaks6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You think we're creepy? The trichotillomaniacs, the epileptics, the autistics, the geniuses, the retarded, the nail-biters, the pacers, the addicts? The Buddhists, the nihilists, the Satanists? How about the Objectivists, the Confucianists? The artists, the politicians, the anti-social of the world, the geeks, the depressed, the manic? The Communists, the socialists, the capitalists, the anarchists, the rich, the poor, the apathetic? The Mexicans, the Chinese, the British?
We outnumber you. Your pathetic idea of normal is not at all normal to us. We are the variety in humanity, we are the color, we're the shit in your melting pot. Your delusions of being superior, at least average, are just that- delusions. Yo
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's all but broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened