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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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"War is Peace Slavery is Freedom Ignorance is strength. " George Orwell- 1984 Give up your fine clothes for uniform your garments dusted upon the web of decay. Give up your chalice and the winery the illusions and comfort it brings. Walk naked, ugly organs limp with inadequacies. Give up your loved ones to the graves and the merchants commit your parents for their failures in nurturing life. Give up your teeth that will only bite and gnash below in the valleys of hell, snapping at rapists and criminals. I instruct this wisdom upon you, Follow with total purpose Follow; walk in line pledge allegiance to the Superior. Let the pagans and the lepers spit upon your wounds, rest upon the bed of nails give grace on the skin rack. Let the whores and junkies taint and exploit you, searching for nerves open and closed; penetrated and damp, tightened for their passion fruit. Let the murderers prey upon you, except the knife wounds and fists for flowers.* Let your friends betray your kindness take their beatings with quiet silence. I command you, follow or face genocide, fear is your motivation, the only direction that you cattle can understand, dumb weak creatures. Bow in the wake of Year Zero. I guide you to the Promised camps, Arbeit macht frei I cleanse your disease in clinical factory chained to an assemble line working for your humanity. There are untold pleasures in acceptance, pacifism equities violence. Break bread upon the corpse of your brother, You are a single cell independent of family and complete in loyalty to us, distrust your parents, they engineered your slavery. As always be humble accept our love and tuition, return your service for our charity. * "Fists for Flowers" taken from Intense humming of Evil by Manic Street Preachers. Full lyric text follows. "Genocide is like a dessert. It is made of the flesh and bones of woman and children, it is sweetened with the blood of the innocent, and it is baked in the ovens of Auschwitz." Anon. ============== Intense humming of evil You were what you were Clean cut, unbecoming Recreation for the masses You always mistook fists for flowers Welcome welcome soldier smiling Funeral march for agony's last edge 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Arbeit macht frei Transports of invalids Hartheim Castle breathes us in In block 5 we worship malaria Lagerstrasse, poplar trees Beauty lost, dignity gone Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria Welcome welcome soldier smiling Soon infected, nails broken, hunger's a word 6 Million screaming souls Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing Never counted - never mattered - never be Drink it away, every tear is false Churchill no different Wished the workers bled to a machine ------ "To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you," Joy divison |
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juliet_2u Senior Member
since 2000-07-23
Posts 1125North Carolina |
Brian, you never cease to amaze me. This is incredible. Juls |
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poutprincess Senior Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 735Perth, Western Australia, Australia |
This is very raw, very vivid,and very painful to read...youve done a fantastic job again....but hey, be nice to us pagans...we are really friendly people (and spitting is a dirty habit!) I'll be reading this one a few more times over! ~Dawn whatcha doing in this darkness baby when you know love will set you free? will you stay in the sea forever Drowning there for all eternity? ~Live |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~*Sigh*,...where do I start? Hhm, well....I got all geared up for this one. I'm getting so much better at that....so ready to unzip my brain and swallow your words. I wish that you could see the look on my face right now. Hhm,...what to say, what to say...well,...Impressed. There, how's that? (still shaking my head). Later Brian, take care. *Peace. |
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Wren Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 312 |
This post reads like a horror novel but with eloquence and style. Simply beautiful! -Wren The thread of destiny Unknown by anyone Unseen by anyone Winds around your heart Moist with tears -Vampire Princess Miyu Theme |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Juls, thanks but I am starting to worry about these new poems I am writing, takinga journey through the mind of a facist is not exactly fun. Dawn, thanks for the comments. You know when you have a poem and you just let rip and all these thoughts spill out, this is sort of how this was wrote. I am filing this poem in my experimentation pile. (there is no such thing as bad poetry in that pile. LOL). Spitfire, I think is one of my shock poems. bile poetry, I am getting lazy instead of seducing people into the darkness and bile, with this poem I just vomited upon them. Sorry about that, it is metaphorical vomit and will wash off. THanks for your comments. Wren, yes if only what happened during World War two was fiction, which incidently some groups are suggesting. Thanks for your wonderful comments. THe poem is about facism in general. ============================= Walked in line -Joy Division All dressed in uniforms so fine They drank and killed to pass the time Wearing the shame of all their crimes With measured steps they walked in line They walked in line They carried pictures of their wives And number tags to prove their lies And made it through the whole machine With dirty hearts and hands washed clean They walked in line Full of a glory never seen They made it through the whole machine Turn never questioned anymore Hypnotic trance they never saw "To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you," Joy divison |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Hey silly one,...why you saying sorry? No need at all. I like shockers! They are great entertainment and I was wearing my rain gear so I'm all set.  . Have an awesome weekend buddy. *Peace. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi Spit fire, lucky that you brought the rain gear, I will try and mellow out and think some nice thoughts instead, all these jagged words must be bad for my health. Take care, brian. ========= Shadowplay Joy Division(Ian Curtis) To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you, To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you, I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you, In a room with a window in the corner I found truth. In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more, As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor, And with cold steel, odour on their bodies, made a move to connect, But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left. I did everything, everything I wanted to, I let them use you for their own ends, To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you, To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you. "Beyond all this good is the terror,The grip of a mercenary hand,When savagery turns all good reason, There's no turning back, no last stand,"I.Curtis |
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