well i am the snow man because i came up with this plan im so tired of this shit,
gonna build an earthen shelter before the summer heat could swelter on my slick solar kit,
i gotta charge some batteries and plant some mother fucking trees becuse my air is full of grit,
no thank you on the toxins both threw chemicals and cross of false conviction,
but i hope you'll read some american history, cause its not what they tought to us at all,
and once you realize the lies in his stories, i hope you can read the writting on the walls,
if i have a little luck, i think il buy a diesel truck and grow some algea,
aye you know what burns cool? how about
as a white American, i almost don’t know what to say,
I’m part native part irish but American any way,
i don’t know how to feel for the thing my fathers did,
weather they raped white woman or stole native kids,
i don’t know if i am the master or the slave,
but quite frankly its irrelevant to how i was raised,
because the forsaken can now be praised,
safely even tho most the nation was “saved”
and i know that European god is jealous and resides in fear,
but the American god is one that is Omnipotent clear,
with love and extascy just like the red history they washed away from me,
but in the darkness of my b
im living in the Iphone Apocalypse.
ever person every ware i go,
doing ever thing i ever used to know,
but steering at a phone,
and if you interrupt them well there talking this rock,
remind them of traditions from when before there was a clock,
they stare,
like i am a preacher or profit or man of impossible ideals!
the iphone zombies have become numb to whats real,
but i care,
im searching for a cure just as fast as i can,
haulin ass on my Harley searching every corner of this land.
to help me become aware.
of how this sickness spreads from the images on the screen,
invoke emotions strong enough to numb the pain of what is actually seen
well i am the snow man ,
i came up with a plan,
because I’m tired of your shit,
gonna build an earthen shelter,
let the summer heat swelter,
on this sick ass solar kit,
i gotta charge some batteries,
and plant some mother fucking trees,
because our air taste like shit,
no thank you on the toxins,
both chemically or threw crosses,
of false conviction.
because i can see this is temporary,
then how can it be? my home at all,
gotta get a diesel truck
with a little bit of luck
i can grow algie,
hey you know whats fucking cool!?
how about some bio fuel?!
it was made by me,
MY counter To Main Stream Media. by Oni05, literature
Literature
MY counter To Main Stream Media.
on the news all i hear is anger worry hate and fear,
but i feel so bad for the troops over seas
fighting to protect our families,
cause when they come home aint gonna be no jobs,
the poor are over worked and the rich live like slobs,
well congress is destroying our communities
because there protecting corporate interest with immunity,
we are the 99 forgotten percent,
we occupy these cities neck deep in debt,
and some of just might be Iraqi vets,
so dont fuck with us or keep us oppressed,
fossil fuels they kill the lands,
turning fertile fields into desolate sand,
well poisoning the oceans wild life,
that we processed and ate with ou
well i am the snow man because i came up with this plan im so tired of this shit,
gonna build an earthen shelter before the summer heat could swelter on my slick solar kit,
i gotta charge some batteries and plant some mother fucking trees becuse my air is full of grit,
no thank you on the toxins both threw chemicals and cross of false conviction,
but i hope you'll read some american history, cause its not what they tought to us at all,
and once you realize the lies in his stories, i hope you can read the writting on the walls,
if i have a little luck, i think il buy a diesel truck and grow some algea,
aye you know what burns cool? how about
as a white American, i almost don’t know what to say,
I’m part native part irish but American any way,
i don’t know how to feel for the thing my fathers did,
weather they raped white woman or stole native kids,
i don’t know if i am the master or the slave,
but quite frankly its irrelevant to how i was raised,
because the forsaken can now be praised,
safely even tho most the nation was “saved”
and i know that European god is jealous and resides in fear,
but the American god is one that is Omnipotent clear,
with love and extascy just like the red history they washed away from me,
but in the darkness of my b
im living in the Iphone Apocalypse.
ever person every ware i go,
doing ever thing i ever used to know,
but steering at a phone,
and if you interrupt them well there talking this rock,
remind them of traditions from when before there was a clock,
they stare,
like i am a preacher or profit or man of impossible ideals!
the iphone zombies have become numb to whats real,
but i care,
im searching for a cure just as fast as i can,
haulin ass on my Harley searching every corner of this land.
to help me become aware.
of how this sickness spreads from the images on the screen,
invoke emotions strong enough to numb the pain of what is actually seen
well i am the snow man ,
i came up with a plan,
because I’m tired of your shit,
gonna build an earthen shelter,
let the summer heat swelter,
on this sick ass solar kit,
i gotta charge some batteries,
and plant some mother fucking trees,
because our air taste like shit,
no thank you on the toxins,
both chemically or threw crosses,
of false conviction.
because i can see this is temporary,
then how can it be? my home at all,
gotta get a diesel truck
with a little bit of luck
i can grow algie,
hey you know whats fucking cool!?
how about some bio fuel?!
it was made by me,
MY counter To Main Stream Media. by Oni05, literature
Literature
MY counter To Main Stream Media.
on the news all i hear is anger worry hate and fear,
but i feel so bad for the troops over seas
fighting to protect our families,
cause when they come home aint gonna be no jobs,
the poor are over worked and the rich live like slobs,
well congress is destroying our communities
because there protecting corporate interest with immunity,
we are the 99 forgotten percent,
we occupy these cities neck deep in debt,
and some of just might be Iraqi vets,
so dont fuck with us or keep us oppressed,
fossil fuels they kill the lands,
turning fertile fields into desolate sand,
well poisoning the oceans wild life,
that we processed and ate with ou
i swear im never smoking again not when i drink nothing,, and marblo doesnt sell cigarets they sell crack i stopped smoking and now i cant sleep n i got shit to do today this sux man, any one know a good cure for not sleepy ness?
you put left foot and your right out, give your right a spin and you can knock the tango out, you do a rollie pollie and you turn it all around thats what its all about! (mma training) (MCMAP NINJA training as well(throwing knives included in tutorial)) i also like mechanics guitar and genuinly being genuin. i also am very fond of guitar music song writing. i try to tell a story with my songs/ poems and all things are a work in progress looking for colaborations or some kind of open mic. or gig~$~
i am currently exploring mt. Riener and wanecha and olympic natinal forrest and recovering from PTSD by releaning healthier reactions to other persons.
hey am i putting my poems in the right catagories, im prity sure the poeple who read them realize my english is poor, and i realy dont know if i got my poems in the right catagory so if any one cares to speak up i would like to know
i swear im never smoking again not when i drink nothing,, and marblo doesnt sell cigarets they sell crack i stopped smoking and now i cant sleep n i got shit to do today this sux man, any one know a good cure for not sleepy ness?
np man i just wrote a poem Woots, im assuming your male, and im assuming your prolly not into poetry, but if you wouldnt mind giving me some insight on the poem i just wrote "i am the cyote" i would greatly apreciat it, this is the first poem i put together in months.