Some introductory food for thought...

“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?”
    - Mahatma Ghandi

“Totalitarianism is not only hell, but all the dream of paradise-- the age-old dream of a world where everybody would live in harmony, united by a single common will and faith, without secrets from one another."
   - Milan Kundera

"Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it."
  - George Orwell


Technocracy as scientific Totalitarianism?
Technocracy is the institutionalised control over all aspects of society by scientific and technological means through a centralised autocratic bureaucracy, whose totalitarian control is secured by the exploitation of its means. Universal utilitarianism over the psychologies, sociology, technology, pharmacology, etc. Whose state authority relies solely on the implementation of systematic indoctrination and propaganda, and the methodical interception of political dissidence or heresy against the established ideological order (in whatever form it takes). Human beings, as the most exhaustively studied species on Earth, have no shortage of data, nor any famine of instances littered among history that create the foundation of a deterministic human proclivity to be influenced by covert forces, often even when staring us in the face.


The institutionalisation of Peace as a political concept?
Peace, among the broader consensus, means to many and ideal not only of great significance, but too, a matter of urgency in a world of almost instantaneous advancement in the technological means of warfare, with the capability of mass destruction or even global fallout ever possible at the push of a button. Peace, however, as a political concept (like all concepts) is multilateral in the diversity of its manifestation, and is one of vague understanding to those who might purport its value, or perhaps not to those who might reap its more nefarious facets. Institutionalised ideology (possibly even Peace as a concept) has a tendency to shift to the extreme spectrum of its implementation in order to compensate for, by physical and ideological assets, the inevitable opposition that will rise in its wake or during its implementation. This is why, despite the seemingly sympathetic characteristics of Marxist ideology, it requires, when in its institutionalised from, a means of repressing antithetical views or activity, for instance, within the Soviet system. Because of this proclivity, it is thus safe to assert that even Peace, when in an institutionalised state could adopt a form of despotic hard and soft power in the enforcement of its ideological tenets.


Peace as an ideological control system?
It is necessary to understand the extent to which the concept of peace can be applied and that to which it's linguistic value could be altered or even neologistically reinvented. Peace, as generally perceived, means a vague ideal of harmony between people, generally applied to warfare and violence and the unnecessary suffering it causes. However, it is surely necessary to contemplate the id of its concept, which could still, by technicality, represent peace. Here is a legalese style list of how it could be applied, utilised as an ideological system of control:

• Opposing dialectic or political discourse between two or more groups or individuals as a breach of peace, for it produces a state of non-neutrality and thus a state of conflict (of ideas).
• Opposition to the state by activism or an expression of opinion as a breach of peace, for it may incite a state of conflict, or a spread of opposition.
• Multi-partisan politics as a concept that produces conflict (of ideas) and thus would be a breach of peace, and therefor is necessary to maintain a single-party system.

These are some ways in which I have tried to apply the political concept of peace as could be utilised for an ideological system of control through the rule of law or other means. Peace is generally perceived as a concept existing on the macro, however, here having been applied to the micro, it becomes scrutinous and can target by technicality, basic liberties. Theoretically, peace can mean absolutist ideological neutrality.


- a short essay by JDH

The Rebel inside...
Imprisoned by an institutionalised conscious
Hear the Lion's roar inside,
It's the Rebel's clamour
Feel the prism of both...
and break free from this prison of ghosts
Be the Lion of course...
Be the Rebel of Cause

Be Rebellion *(Rebel-lion)

I am no expert,
no expert at all

But when I am compelled
to write a poem
the compulsion comes
from a pure wish
to distil a thought,
to communicate,
to ride language *******
across the open spaces
of my brain

But you would lasso me,
corral me,
shut the barn doors on me
and the lowing, braying herd
for some self appointed *****
to cast judgement

So that the best possible outcome
is that I step on the faces of others
on my way to institutionalised,
establishment-approved freedom

Well,
*******
and the horse
you wish you could have ridden in on.

I still deny the rules and social ties of citizen spies

that i televise by shouting chanted anthems into the sky

yet to comply with the codes of conduct i defy

as you synthesize the number and size

i am careful not to compromise the lost light within my eyes

my cold gaze reflective of your demise

and i

scrutinize them until they realize they're being penalized for the lies

until maggots monopolize your corpse through your cries

until pulled away by the hissing of shadowed flies that fly into the lost light in my eyes

until my pupils cauterize

locking you inside

institutionalised

and i

am imprisoned in a prism of realism

as anti social collisions have me pulling my soul through verbal incisions

seeping radioactive emissions

from the legions of religions

from the season of rhyme without reason

failure to pay darkened tuitions is now treason

as catastrophic cataclysms lock me away in my primal visions

my verbal inflictions as though holy missions to infuse friction

smashing through my divided contradictions and feeding my addictions

good riddance

Red Light shining bright through the window in an edgy ally, where you can smell the sin and witness
lustfilled eyes of corrupt and narrow minded men.
Watch how they pick their flesh, a desperate attempt at relief of the madness lying within. A brief escape from a screaming consciousness's plea for help.
Young girls ostracized,productized, capitalized sitting in symbolized shelves. Behaviour manipulated to seamlessly service the brainwashed consumer's shallow needs. Cattle literally abusing human innocence in a legalised system.
A caged bird, where tears can only fly freely behind void eyes.
Desperate to the point they would sniff the coke from the dollar bill in search for small remnants of solace. Ironically it's the thought behind that dollar bill that put her there in the first place. Ironically it's that same dollar bill that might bring an oppertunity to escape.
Might leave a small opening in the cage. Emphasis on might.

A bedroom, where the nightlight shines darkgrey
A small boy sitting, fetus position, under his older sister's worn out desk
Never before have you met someone so young
weighing the options, positives and negatives
about life and death
testing, poking the knife he has in his chest
nobody has taught him anything about coping
good thing he knows everything about math instead
broken, his sister pinned down in father's bed
last time he accidently walked in
he was nearly beaten to death
He grabs the knife and seperates his soul from his flesh.
Society labels him and million others 'A Tragedy'.

Delivering freedom on the spot, dropped from high altitudes
by B52 Stealth Bombers, Lockheed AC-130's, F16's and unmanned MQ-1 Predators.  The Democratic system crashes into farmers, families, children and other people waiting for the food drop today. The explosion burns everything away.
Their souls desperately in search for their bodies which now lie scattered in ash, they can't go back to the physicall plane. They are forced to break away from their 6 month old daughter who 'miraculously' survived that day. Democracy making way for western influence, orphans turn into kids who perceive their nightlights dark grey.
Soldiers spot a baby, in a bloodbath, sitting.
Militairy lights hover over the scene, the blood reflects back a bright red.
This part of the city turned into a Red Light District.
The epitome of irony was a spark of creativity in the mind of a mad architect.

The kid is swooped into a country whom mercilessly obliterated her parents. Little brothers and sisters send to their dusty graves with the President's consent. Sixteen years later she meets her fifth one, social workers don't know what to do with her. Another two years later she's institutionalised, filled to the brim with drugs satisfying the needs of pharmaceutical companies. Trapped in a straight jacket, between four white walls. Being used to purchase meds to keep the production going. The least the useless can do is a word invented by capitalism: consumerism.
So they shall consume, such a harsh forced fate. Everybody's mind would break.
For those who's sun shines grey, where salvation waits on the thin line of a sharpened blade. I'll tell you, suffer needlessly. The world thrives on you.

I knew a girl in my school once who exchanged the water in her bottle for ***** to blur the sadness she felt inside, even if just for a moment.

I knew a boy who I fell in love with but instead of falling in love back he fell into bad habits to fill his empty, dark mind with colourful patterns.

I knew a girl who I became best friends with, she wrote horribly sad stories on her wrists because she couldn't afford pen or paper.

I knew a man once so heavily institutionalised that he'd rather put himself on his own death row then face the cruel world.

I knew a woman in my street, so lonely that she hugged a bottle of wine every night, temporarily comforting herself to sleep until the next morning.

I knew a man, so distant you could see space in his eyes if you looked close enough.

I know a girl. So within everyone that she can't see herself anymore. Blurred, empty, broke, trapped, lonely and distant she lays there, in her own thoughts, motionless, waiting for someone to know her.

A victim of selective segregation

A society of articulated differential synopsis

Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy

Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist

Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride

They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority

Until they were embedded in a caste of  self pitying and planned rejection

Just like a self updated software..

They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy

They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound

They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world

They were tagged unhealthy  not acceptable in any form for human consumption

Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death

They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love

Like a condemn  prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case

They were locked up in a depression gown

So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering

The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt

And the cycle continues

AYANFE

suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

There's a quiet tick tick

Tick tock

There's a quiet sound of cars in the distance

The air is warm but there's a slight breeze through the window that is refreshingly cooling

I can feel it on my thigh

I've got one eye closed as I squint at my phone and write this poem

Is it a poem? What is a poem?

I feel like a fake
A plastic poet
Making it up as he goes along
Wanting to write a good poem instead of just writing ...

Anything

What's happening now?

I tried to write a poem about my Dad being a conservative, about coming from a farming family, and about doing things rather than talking about them.

I just rolled over on my couch

I don't always think about what I'm doing
I like to think I'm doing something
Sometimes I'm just trying to do the right thing
Sometimes I'm just trying to be seen to do the right thing
Sometimes I just want to indulge myself in the profits of my labour

Money

I'm skint
I'm not skint
I could be skint if things go a certain way in the near future
I'm scared of being skint
But I don't want to go back to doing the things that I was doing
I don't want to be dragged down again
****** in again
Institutionalised
I don't want to trust people and then get ******* over
I want to be free
To make my own decisions
And walk away if I don't like it

I wonder if Adele will call
I like Adele
She reminded me of my good points again
After Paula
Letting go
It scares me a bit to think whether I actually would have killed myself back then
No matter now - it seems so long ago
When I needed someone to make me feel good
It's inly been about six months
It's not long
I've changed a lot
I hope that it's for the best
At least I don't cry every day I'm without my kids now
At least Adele is my friend
Do I wish she was my girlfriend?
Or do I just like being respected and liked?

I like being liked
I think that's why I write
It's probably why I'm setting up my charity
It's definitely why I post what I'm doing on Facebook

I'm tired now
This poem is getting too long for the 3 mins
Is it a poem?
God knows
I need to sleep ***

Tick

Tock

Buzzzzzzzz...zzz..

I have prided myself
on my piece of mind
sure in my head
that my thoughts were mine
but brought up in a prison
with the walls ill-defined
didnt need to be in jail
to be institutionalised

Did it hurt when you died
or did you not notice
Only, we missed the countdown and so we fell
out of
                          sync
The beginning was a false start
Chattel hurriedly march onward to their demise
Maniacal laughter from the radio chatter
and the afterthought master, pulled strings faster
Cloning programs in the desert
Phone record credit

(your birth certificate is just a receipt)

This year, the year of somebodies lord
many facts come forward
many facets of the reward scheme
of institutionalised regimes
Your terrorist masters in the government houses
mastermind crises or create all these lifeless..

Sing it two times for the slaves in the system
and their families that miss them
The Queen's Christmas manifesto
Ghost written in a conference in Austria
This is your controlled system
But you'll try not to listen
Unless there's a fire beat, something to make you move your feet
Unholy march of the lonely,
Masquerade of the only...

...and when the end finally rears, when the years stop, drop
pop and lock
We'll be dancing
and the lights will be dimmed

maybe the institution of marriage
institutionalised
is the bedrock of the family of Humankind

(A lone voice whispers)

What a year to be alive to see poetry still thrives

Want some new readers?

Well, I asked this once when I was institutionalised

Before in The Great In-Between

I was baptised to be non institutionalised

So here's my advice

Try to write immersive experiences

For some long-lost legends whisper

That every spirit seeks to walk in newer realms on their way to redemption

So take your readers by the hand and like a leader

Take them on soul tempting journeys into the unknown and mysterious

Hold them mesmerised

Spellbound through words like ringing church bells

To keep them reading slowly like the birth of a caterpillar

And when that red key eventually turns in their minds

To open a blue portal and enter them into a strange interdimensional place

Through the two great ancient white pillars

Of
Ashtara and Shoka

To where smoke and fire
Day and night burns

A spiritual place
I call The Great In-Between

A mythical experience for the curious mind
Begins

A fog filled place where pain sorrow and sin

All things seen or unseen
Like love and happiness exists

A wild place where darkness

Shadows selves
Corwatturea creatures

Spirits
Angels and beauty
Coexists

In absolute tranquility and harmony

And you my friend

In that subliminal moment, that red key turns

A new reader of yours is reborn

One who seeks their Drover
As their need and curiosity takes over

To move them through higher high roads and lower byroads

Unexplored old church lanes
Of joy and pain

To walk them through the fire and snow storms

To find a new mother load
Via this underground railroad

Unspoken poetic stories to take them under like chloroform

For their souls
After stepping into

The GREAT IN-BETWEEN

Will have been truly transformed and renamed

For now, they'll walk like new aged gods and goddesses

Baptised in that smoke
Fire and rain

To stand up strong like their newfound Drover

And walk forward forever
Trying to stay pure and unashamed

As their need for more
Takes over

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

So Fellas What's The Price You're Prepared To Pay …
To Spread Her Thighs And Get That … LAY … !!?!!

Cos' I've Heard About Chicks Who … For A HAMBURGER …
Will Give You A Kiss And Let You Go … FURTHER ................ !!!!!

And Ladies ... Let Me Ask You THIS … ?

What Price Do You Pay … ?
When You LICK Dogs' ***** To Have Their Kids … ???

THAT PRICE Seems … HIGH … !!!!!
If They Leave You With NO CHANCE of A Life … !!!
That Then Consists of … " Husband and Wife " …

Why Should The Children Pay The PRICE ...
For Your Lack of Thinking … Isn't THAT A Crime … ?!?

ENTRAPMENT DEFINED …. !!!
I Think You'll Find … Is What You Tried … !?!

But Girls Who FAIL ….
Know That The PRICE They Pay Entails …

A Life … " PRESSURISED " … !!!!!
Because of The LIES They TRIED To Live By … !!!

But Prices RISE ... !!!
When It Comes To CRIMES ...
of The … ****** Type … !!!!!

Being ***** By Guys Can Become REAL LIFE … !!!
If You Get TIME ... Institutionalised Next To Criminal Minds … !!!

HUNGRY For What … They're Now DENIED … !!!!!
A Wife Or ***** With A Hole To BORE … !!!!!

So What's The Price For Being ... Lyrically RAW … !?!
Well Being IGNORED By The PURE Fa' Sure … !!!

Did I Say … PURE …  ?!?

Well They Think They Are … !?!
The Religious Hoards Who Act Like …. " LORDS " … !!!

When Behind … "CLOSED DOORS" …
There Seems To Be A Price That's NOT SO NICE … !!!!!

When Priests … ENSURE … !!!
That Little Boys ABSORB A WHOLE LOT MORE … !!!!!
Than ... Spiritual Help From Men Who SELL …
Their Souls To The DEVIL To See Boys DISHEVELLED … !!?!!

Because of ABUSE ...
These DEVIANTS Use Which Is NOT COOL … !!!

So ...
Is There A Price To Be A … " Cool Dude " … ?

Well To Have Nice Suits And ... Hand Made Shoes … !!!
You're Gonna NEED CASH To Be THAT MAN ... !!!

But Does Coolness NEED … ?
To Indulge VANITY For Others To SEE ... ?!?

People Seem To BELIEVE ...
That The Wealthy Breed Is Where Coolness FEEDS …
Well It Seems To Me That These FIENDS Live For GREED … !!!!!

FIENDS ... INDEED …. !!!!!!

Whose Cool Concedes To INSANITY ... !!!
When It Comes To Being SEEN ...
As A … Humble Human Being … !!!!!

To Be HUMBLE In This Life …
Seems To Have A Price That Guides ...
To An ... ELEVATED Mind …

A Mind NO ONE Can Buy To Simply Fall In Line …
With Those Who'd SELL ... Their MOTHER ...
To Have THAT WEALTH And … "Smother" … !!!

LOVE For Each Other …
With A PRICE That COVERS ...
Seeing Loved Ones SUFFER … !!!!!
  
Some Things You CAN'T BUY … !!!!!

Or … Put A Price On Like Good Advice ...
That STANDS BY RIGHT … !!!!!  
And Makes WRONG …….. ABSCOND ........................…… !!!!!!!

Such Things Invite A Price WITHOUT HIKES …  
A Price Without Nikes of The Jordan Type … !!!!!

A Price That Takes FLIGHT …
WITHOUT ... Commercial Hype ….

So To Reach Sporting HEIGHTS … !!!!!
What Is The Price You Have To Pay …
To RAISE Your Game And Become A Name …
In The HALL of FAME For The Game You Play … ???

Some Would Say ... " HOURS of PRACTICE " … !!!!!
Others Get Managed And Have To ... PAY …
BIG AGENT Rates To See Their Face ALL OVER The Place … !!!

These Days It Seems … ?
One Performance Gains ... RIDICULOUS PRAISE ... !!!!!!

And Being Deemed ...
To Be The Next BIG THING WITHOUT Winning Anything … ?!?

Prices RISE But Words I Write Don't Have A Price … !!!
So DON'T Compromise For Them To Be … LIKED … !!!

They're From My Heart And YES My Mind …
No Contracts Signed … At Least NOT YET … ?!?

To Get Publicised By … " Corporate Heads " …

Who Are QUICK To Advise As To What Will SELL … !!!
So Their Cash Funds SWELL As Book Sales RISE … !!!

Meantime What You Write Is ... RARELY The Same …
Because EDITS Are Arranged To ... FIT The Profile …
of Someone NICE ... Whose Words Bring SMILES … !!!

Well THANKFULLY ... I've UPSET These Fiends …
And … SNEAK FILLED Cliques Who Just Can't Believe …
I Won't Join Their Team of ... DEVIOUS Beings ... !!!!!!!

Who Seem To Be The Type …
Who'd Rather FALL IN LINE …
Than Write What THEY LIKE … !!?!!

Because They'll LIE …
And Of Course … COMPROMISE …

Like So MANY In This Life … !!!
For What They Believe …

To Be Their ……………………

..………… " Price " ………….