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Henry Brooke Jun 2014
Absence of imagination,
the End of independent thought.
Cities reek of corruption, ******
and the greatest of sins.
They raise and **** in
by the millions
yet onlysome men
seem to win.

Glorious eyes
of curve-free posters
used as wallpaper
for the cleanest streets.
Looking up
to their Father
all good citizens
try to weep
the plain and empty tears
the Party demands
them sheep.

Maybe it will soon end,
but I'm never able to trust us men;
maybe weeks will tell,
but I still can't seem to hear a bell

Inside the people's empty homes,
Fathers, sons left alone.
Big Brother dominates,
he commands,
a billion voices
in one hand.

Behind the money lies the pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets
walk the road
a thousand stories
left untold.

Blood can be found on every street,
death and life here meet.
  

Maybe it'll someday end,
but I'm never able to trust us men,
maybe years will tell;
but I still can't seem to hear a bell.

A hungry stomach calls for meat,
rotting, green, foul or sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens,
will be served,
millions of peoples
have reserved.

Between the alleys at the mass
the cross’s shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy,
use them well,
let vain ideas
fry in hell.

Maybe it's will oneday end,
but I'm never able trust us men.
maybe our grandhildren
shall one day know,
Their grandeparents wept
but did not
sow.
It's about freedom, or rather the abscence of it.
Henry Brooke Sep 2014
A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.

Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a dying mystery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.

Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.

Absence of imagination,
the End of independent thought.
Cities reek of corruption, ******
and the greatest of sins.
They raise and **** in
by the millions
yet only some men
seem to win.

The ocean itself is a burden,
bad dreams require a surgeon.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.

Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well,
let vain ideas fry in hell.

Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of  Troika and rise of  Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.

Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is neverreally blind.

Glorious eyes
of curve-free posters
used as wallpaper
for the cleanest streets.
Looking up
to their Father
all good citizens
try to weep
the plain and empty tears
the Party demands
them sheep.

Behind the money lies the pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.

I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyonenot in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?

Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.
Trapped under the ice,
in nineteen fifty-two.
A marxist society
led by one man,
with hope-filled speeches
but blood on it's hands.
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Happy girl in love;      girls love kissing girls,
mountains Aquias glass room sized love love
love old girl, Eli's world Aiyana knowledge
dancing fingers person Eiger center for children
leading knowledge of protective vinyl King
of the Museum of China, Question Street Asian
Wild Assistant snooch Xbox Dream Lord's
Scientific Memory System on this page you
will learn more about today's natural wealth
awaiting the secret fish English courses ******
books Greek mouth Stella blind bob feeling
fixed place "Kilpas", "B". "Alcohol", we ship,
charged small small little Lyndon, nitrates
and giant tokens Yak Gymnastics crocodile
juggler gymnastics, Kenc, COCOP Gold Copral
7000000 (Odyssey) Homer) and Odyssey,
bacteria do not have the most expensive girl.
A lot of Adobe Oxford, Opus (kalihpaniya)
cube Otis Productions, Odyssey, Romantic
Studio Design Studio and PTK. "This property
of Ytiya Jart Lenin Lauren Cartava Siva,
carotine and eclipsed Gun L estosto é and
can be used Nadar priepastných de takarak."
Voodoo mekara Voja Mira - Orehek owed
"alcohol", Los tokas and Los kocas cimilis
Lamer nasviya jakamani No copakkayi copakkaye
late, Lothar Lotto otititi deficit, deficit, ethical
nesiyacat - Ed Dawa Gill chocolates Yoko
jogubag, tilting SPECI BAMACHINKI CELEBUS
KILKIMA PISA CARA , KNAKKASA
we were postponed from Gold Sohprel 7 Miles
(Homer's Odyssey) Adarsh ​​Offshore Deli Fox
Hena Q Oxford Lutina, Openscan Coke
(Blanked Yaniya) Odyssey, Big Airo riyittal
Studios, Design Studio. "Sheehan Homer, La
Tepcencar Creek hpirosa, Otis Puy, Odyssey GER
Arbor kilpy Nyos Valley Monogram tireyan Gilgal
Sham hemp and controlled by the control system
that transmits Molok moksavi in ​​the telaskar
has become." In China, China, China, China,
the stars, "Nadar Yale Kott and Tivivak Tiravak"
and "Star" will do felix puellae amore puellae
amore puellae osculum montibus aquae;
Glass Room magnitudine amoris caritate diligunt
olim puerum Heli mundo Aiyana scientia chorus
Nazgul faciet centum eigor filii ducens scientia,
Vinyl exercitus, Rex Museum Sinensium
Quaestiones Street ferus adiutor snooch Xbox;
Somnium Dominus Scientia memoria ratio
in discernment magis de natura offert beneficia,
pagina current expectans pisces, Secret Graeca
Latina librorum *** classes os stella Bob
est quaedam sentiens caeci 'KILPI "," B ". Sin
summus cost, ut Lyndon collected quidam puer,
nitrates giant brands IOCOR et hastam Juggler
Gymnasium Patavinum Gymnasium Patavinum,
KENCO, CCCP CORPOREAL 7000000, Aurum
(Aeneid) and Homer Odyssea et bacteria sunt
ad maxime pretiosa puella. Multi ex Adobe
Oxford Opus (kalihpaniya) Cube Carl Products
Gloria Studio Homeri studiosi et PTK.
"Haec nota Jarte Ytiya Lauren Cartava Club
Lenin E, carotene, itemque L relictamque
a praesidio estosto gun potest adhiberi Nadar
priepastných takarak". Mors MEKAR Voja
Mira - Orehek debere "Sin" Los Tokai Los
Koca cimilis Lanier nasviya jakamani
non copakkayi copakkaye late Lotharium
Lottootititi deficit, defecit germen, moralis
nesiyacat - Ed Dawa GUI scelerisque Vivamus
lapides sacculi yoga, CLIVUS speci BAMACHINKI
Cleber KILKIMA PISA Caracarum, VII milium
aureorum Sohprel morae dilata KANKKASA;
Adarsh ​​maris Alexandria Ana corrumpit habitum
Nabu Magnus Ulixes Oksessin Airo riyittal
Studios Studio. "Sheehan Homerus O Tepcencar
hipirosa Greek, Otis Podiensis Odyssea AUT
Arbor circa flores Nyos Valley Monogram tireyan
cannabis operimentum administratione et imperium
ratio, quae tradit Molokai moksavi telaskar facti
sunt." Sinis, Sinis, Sinis, Sinis et sidera 'Nadar
Yale Sluiter, et Tivivak Tiravak "et" stella "faciam.
An eye,
could be Cyclops
in all of the shops that
I shop in,
watching me to see
and sees what I see,

eyes can be all
knowing,

perhaps one eye only know
half the story.
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2018
I only know her face from underground newspapers;
blown in the gutter needle stuck in her skinny arm;
turning purple in the street laid out on the pavement
color pages escaping far and wide
she's famous somewhere in Europe;
I didn't know where I woke up & didn't know the girl;
she didn't see the car and the curlers were all over the ground;
the cop calling my name, the day passed with a bang;
goodnight, mother; put your ******* back
on and go down and walk the dog; there's a city
out there; u should see it sometime;
beside the door and beyond the window her
fantasy of being a second Mother
Theresa ended where u'd expect they would;
now she's dead & no one ever buried her fireballs
have all the freeze-dried meatballs and spaghetti
they need to live in China for the rest of their lives:
the CCCP can't last forever & Rome will rise again;
I came in my own hand between beneath from
out of w/in all below beside bathed in with
by the Russian fantasia of colored lights
Johnny Noiπ Dec 2017
I won't mention ur unmasked features,
ur mask fallen---
I am a fool in love w/ plastic women;
Barbie Law applies in Iran & Turkey,
there are nomads in the desert---

I can only imagine u as pale blue
& Chinese, a blur that sends me out in
the rain---a fool there was, I cradle a cat
& it purrs like a nitro-driven funny car;
like the ******* wandering
the Polish border---do we know why?

Babylon had synth-pop
that we will never hear---
Egypt had Jews Egyptians never saw
& now 1000s of years later (millennia
pass & poets still get drunk in pop-up
bars w/ pop-up ****** from the street
but she is no fool (Candy
could have made a divine wife,
if only one could believe those things)
marriage hands her the golden cup,
u are like me in that way---

I plastered my room w/ life-size posters
of Taylor Swift & spent the next few days
doubled-over, sometimes throwing up
until the rummy next door
brought me a bottle & an Apink CD relievedly
a terracotta roller-coaster
shoots right past my window, Roman soldiers
retain the memories of wives long gone

voice activated voice recognition;
retinal scan DNA ****** recognition
identity theft MRI individuality---
fingerprints & dreams or maybe not
dreaming our slithering selves
into being; sliding like **** sacred
serpents preaching in the garden
I know---

Half-naked strippers & movie stars
crowding me out of my own closet;
wearing my purple vest & zoot suit
among my 1000s of descendants
there are no prophets today, only
swift bikinis watching me through
dark eyes---

Those seers that foretold the world
in prehistoric times---they saw
everything u see today & yesterday
& tomorrow are like u in that way
& like Theda Bara in 'A Fool There Was'
u are a vamp dropping ur bra to the floor
& like Jean Harlow u never wear *******
I like u more than modern dance
& long to see u shimmy
in prehistoric times---when Christ came around
no one called the dancing girls,
all bells & bangles naked beneath sheer muslin

The CCCP calls the Dali Lama
a wolf in monk's clothing---
I call u a geisha dressed like a 7th Ave. *****---
u call me & leave a rambling voice-mail,
my house is a smart-house---

Come inside & I will admit I am a fool
while kissing ur ruddy, sweaty feet---
O girl, I am ur fool & I will dig my fingers
in the earth until I unearth u like a fossil
w/ foolish fingers & hair like Theda---
Stringy, **** outside, the Indian girl
won't come in here, she's a Bollywood star

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