sinister eyes lurking everywhere
capturing blackmail possibilities
so far gone seeming not to care
chaos breeds fragile sensitivities
sleeping with the fear of normalcy
lusting for more than being human
hate spins big consuming a galaxy
this sleeping giant collapses in ruin
bending words into vile manifestos
designed rhetoric intended to divide
this hollow needle draining us slow
constant scandal is death by suicide
subliminal lies under clever disguise
corrupt families controlling everything
regime change to happen at sunrise
humanity dangles from this frail string
with a reach that disregards consent
news outlets remain propaganda based
being paid off for their biased content
corporate demons will remain unfazed
they distort sex, drugs, and even God
grifters are only loyal to their evil ideals
puppets surviving on the optics of fraud
controlled by the need of endless thrills
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
As always, nice work Damian. The flow and rhythm has a groove that could be a lyric. GREAT!
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It would make great lyrics, you never know with me, it could end up going down that way. Appreciate you, brother.
Damian
“they distort sex, drugs, and even God” That is 100%. Good piece
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That they do, and sometimes it’s impossible to unsee it. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
I sometimes wonder if you realize in the writing how prophetic and on point your observations are. We had more than an inkling at the time of inking, but who could have predicted how awful it would get? And they’re not done yet. This is a beast of a powerhouse, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve been accused a couple of times in this life of being prophetic in my observations. J.J. Burton was the first to tell me that, even Joey G. has said it a time or two. I just go where my muse leads me, and jot down the thoughts that come to me. I think this one is more fuel for the bonfire my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Interesting in how such a write could be penned in the 1960s, til now. It’s a never ending cycle of promises and BS, with military interventions along the way. We the people just try to eek out a decent life, as unscathed as possible.
Intuitive write, sir. Prophetic.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It could have been penned in the 60’s and every era in-between I agree. It’s a rabbit hole that never ends, a collection of puzzle pieces I try to put together, I’ve been chasing for answers my whole life. Sadly it often leads to more questions, because the actual puzzle is ginormous with lots of moving parts. It’s all part of my journey it would seem. My wife and kids are my happiness it only took a little over 20 years to figure that one out. lol. Better late than never I guess. Appreciate you.
Damian
Some things just have to be said out loud and wrapped in poetry .. it’s too hard to write them in stone .. Nice one Damian
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true, very true. Appreciate you, sir.
Damian
Hey amigo. Everything is so unstable and messed up. I’m just trying to get through my day feeling like a decent person. It’s all too much. And I feel it in this write. Well done
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Ain’t that the truth. It sometimes feels like a horrible nightmare I can’t wake up from. Appreciate you.
Damian
This reminds me of the book 1984. They’re changing history through numerous means and we’re all suffering under it. Good one, Damian.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It does feel that way indeed. Thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian