NWO Poem

The worlds a circus and everyone wants a show
The sky moans and the earth trembles below
Life is a guessing game; will the radiation from my cellphone eat my brain?
Will I get cancer?
Where will it stay? Why is it expected to increase by a 50% rate? The pyramid on the dollar bill is more then a design
Stars try to look cool as they cover one eye
Following an angel who lost when Jesus died
He reclaimed those keys then rose to the sky
Fukushima clouds rush our way
We stick out our tongues and taste the radiated rain
A magnet should gather the metal shavings in your cornflakes
And Bill Gates is sure vaccines can lower the population by a 15% rate Still your supposed to inject whatever they want you to take
In 2009 Obama restored the 50 mill a year funding for the UN to enforce population control in China 13 million babies a year never get a chance to breathe, to see the world or be free
Their mothers are injected with poison and they become deceased
FEMA camps stack coffins as tribulation bells ring
Little families try to afford groceries but in the fridge there is nothing
The flouride in your water was scrubbed from an industrial smokestack
Would you like some genetically modified fries with that?
GMOs are consumed everyday, they might be toxic but let's not get in sciences way
Now hey!
Turn up that music and shake your behind
These performers are working to keep you in line
Focus on the bright lights and dont look away
Stay glued to your television, it will show you the way
The world is unravelling, they dont want you to see
Watch reality in front of your screen
On second thought toss it into a junkheap
Research, become aware and watch the signs
Don't let the world take over your mind!

Machine

I like you have mastered this apathetic art of cool In this media induced frenzy we are mashed into the same box Then sealed with government grade glue Where we tick away like cuckoo clocks and wait for our turn to explode We are weeping machines finely tuned with gasoline Marching ablaze with anger to the fires of this self destructing drum A bloody leaf blows by We turn our heads and cry As this world collapses the clouds shake Please open your eyes and wake So we can save our souls before its too late.

This Hurt....

When someone hurts you so bad you just dont know how to feel. You cant feel anything and you cant believe this is real. I found my mother after 30 years, I thought that she loved me. I couldn't hold back my tears. She called for 3 weeks and life was grand. I felt so happy like life had a plan. Then as I called she stopped calling back. I left messages, I just didnt understand. She got her sister to tell me she couldnt call anymore and they hoped I'd understand. I tried so hard to understand... Three months went by she didnt call again. She cared no more that was the end. She told her sister she felt no connection to me. My cousin told me, now in pieces, I just cant speak. I cant breathe. Pain rips through me, she didnt even try. My mother never loved me, she wont stay by my side. This is pain, being tossed away again. Havent I been through enough? She made me want to bleed. This pain just has to leave me. I gave her my heart, she ripped it in half then handed it back. Didnt she know she was supposed to love me unconditionally? This hurt more then those kids who bullied me at school. Walking around alone waiting for the recess bell to sound. Hurt more then that guy who kicked me in the face. Three times with shoes on, I looked like a racoon for days. This hurt more then that time I jumped off the group home roof. I threw myself off and fractured my back, she hurt me more then that. This hurt more then when I got molested under that bridge. 15 years old, I asked him where street kids lived. She hurt me, hurt me hurt me more then that man who beat me and left me for dead. He was my first love who used his fists to love me back. More then the hospitals that strapped me to beds. They shot me full of drugs till the fire in me was dead.  As the days went by I racked my brain trying to figure out what I'd done. Then that call came from her sister, too balless to tell me herself. Days turned into months and I tried to let it go. Then my cousin told me the secret kept from me. She told them she feels no connection to me. She never really tried, I was not worth her time. She had just found me again. Did 30 years not effect her anyway? I was her pretty little baby. I was the little girl who woke up crying almost every night. Dreaming of a mother who looked down at me and said, I'll be right back. Then she would disappear into the black. I cant get my self worth back. I feel disposable, I thought now she would put back that hole she left in me. But no it all meant nothing. I mean nothing and it shakes me. I told her to throw my picture, the picture I gave her of that innocent, little pig tailed girl, away. Two can play this sick game. I will call her no more. I struggle with this reality. My mother never loved me. That deeply cut me.