Faith Control

Scientology's Prison Camps

http://youtu.be/KLx2yGvOq1g?t=4m25s

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwPMHM3qC9w

http://youtu.be/wwPMHM3qC9w?t=51m4s

MS-13 - Root Of All Evil 

http://youtu.be/ky3BT4BewFI

the one had enough leaves

the naive comes

supply of faith & fund - nonstop customer chain 

kept an' run in broad daylight 

organized, recognized, authorized, backed up

bullies, be great! 

big bullies MAY reshape

the society at WILL an' escape! 

[no match, pathetic, the Nazi is the greatest and most glorious] 

Amanda Todd

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRxfTyNa24A&list=WLA807F634CA1ABFF0

Invisible

Being forgetful so long
You suddenly arrived without a step
You knock on my dream yet I’m not asleep

You came with a present
Trauma without a pause
So it’s my future eternal cause
For not a win but only a loss

And now you just came like that without a step
But with a trauma for me in your bare hands!
How would you show me to reach your golden palms?
A thousand flowers’ fragrance adheres my eyelids!

Is it really a present?
The present you know I’m ready to take?
Though too late now!
The gate of many strong padlocks
Open for a heart like mine!
Inside dark,
Without a spark,
Outside cold without a flake of snow

Were you beautiful then? Were you?
And are you beautiful now? Are you?

How would you ever come again?
Where were you then?
Where are you now?

All Afloat

On trays, bread Loafs

Supported by air, flat bottomed clouds float
On known-as solid lands, man strides
bodily walking, some Humanity flies like meteors

Before the ground waves like carpet suddenly
Before somebody falls in the crowd unexpectedly
Without prior warning, Where does emotion come from?

Panorama:

Qualified as man, Physically, so just float
let brains sink, the layers of magma gold-red
Through high prospect of civilization
Roam like clouds-
Let wilder aptitudes crawl in pitfall

Being supported by river, build boats!
Fathom the depths of life!

Significant Echoes on rainbow float,
Cosmic Infinity,
Curvy, unruly twisters theorize;

Nostrum:

Flickering dim glows
A primitive lamp, lunacy burning,
Wild winds hated dirt and calmed down
The truth revealed to the prophets
Let them split

The lamp-lit knowledge of life in the dirt-filled cave
Facing every wall
May the flame calm!
May the dust fall!

When the flame dies, this knowledge forgotten mankind;
babies lose their toys
The blind can see now
Completely dark after all!

The sun opens the sky or closes it?
The flies fly
The kind settle
The bias forsaken
The path of the ancestors who found the mankind’s heart
Gloriously extinct

Ego claims the purpose of life
Ego floats on the arrogance of night

Dark Room

Dark Room

Talk To The Money

Talk to the Money

Seat With Gunpowder

Seat With Gunpowder

Giant Clock

Happy New Year to Burma

Election has finished
Power is just reconnected to that drug factory
War has been renewed
Refugees being kicked back and fort
The ball is wet in the mud
The audience sway their hearts
The score is just seven to one
Wealth Engagement Vs Sanction…
The referee has lost his whistle in mud
As he searches, somebody takes his pants and runs around the field
Nobody could see a solution
The game going on for twenty years without rules
Now the kindergarteners teaching at schools…

Burma generous so
Sacrifices herself
For the wealth of her neighbours;
There She goes an’ works as much tamed servant
As throwing her heritance away
Her land no longer a hermitage


.........
Well, I'm watching from the side of sanction though. That's what I think I should side for now.

As I Bow Again

BY AGE

EMERGENCY ROOM

PAVING ITS WAY TO

Nailed In The Head

you can read full screen

her dead sons

what are you losing mother?
your sons are just fed into the rotting war!
mother! don’t you know?
they march straight on death’s eyebrow?
mother! at front line, dusk and morn, padlocked
toward the mouth
of war, fate of hell, inhumane, your sons are vainly proud!
battle-cry, as the devil roars, they shout
‘mother fuckers!’ as they dangle their heads into through,
they exchange fires, solemnly at
made enemies, all your sons, each others, mean indignantly!
yes, mother! your sons are vulgar, so disrespect, depressed
and utterly misled!
mother! do you miss your sons at the moment?
forever dead! they’re not coming back! Mother!
red, their heads turned into flames, their barren hearts changed into ash.
they have to serve!
and they serve!
burnt into uncertain future
fouled into two moulds: rebel and private soldier
placed face to face, just like gladiators
to do one thing!
medalled or just worthless toy soldiers
mother! your sons are just desperate thieves and ragged beggars
honorarium, they earn grievance
they pay for clothe and food with that
mother! you know best
if the war hasn’t claimed them yet,
dyslexia - dark fluke, the starry life to them
floundering in this graceless game
mother! don’t, just don’t remember your sons and cry again!
raiders, rapists and murderers...,
mother! don't try, just don’t try restore these heavily armed villains,
your sons have changed! no longer who you gave birth to!
never reclaim who you raised into!
now they’re
dangerous, they respire command,
scandalous, they delight in fear and sweat,
living as marching bodies thwarting the leisure of death!

the great saga of incompressible longevity

in revolution, ideology is thin within ‘must win’;
non-violent, violent, in this sensitive world
say, you may, anything but don’t bore
need quality, good quality, heavy substance
and score!
no more gastric gusts– enough hunger-strike!
fight, anyhow but don’t fall behind
fights constant fight, five times a year
no fear, clear strikes – get them!
pockets emptied, brains fried,
as the world being asked cries with us
sacrifices underneath, whirling emblems of peace over
the braving causalities
elites an’ schoolchildren, monks an’ laities,
burma roads humbly red in grease!
in hunger, in thirst, stupid kids got some guns – and
fires meet
virgins struggle,
screams explode;
with their feet, forced
porters clear the mines...
where we go, where we get! lost but resolve shyne!
maybe tomorrow!
we do love our neighbours, they don’t loathe us either!
cheap labours and’ cattle traders crossing the borders,
the refugees make a living!
the communist gifting the lunatic more power of fire;
as free world sifting the asylum seekers with classic nets!
for us be
honest an’ righteous, this is moral revolution!
our national evolution!
should freedom come from the west or east?
plots composed in mayhem, mockery achieved its rhythm;
stubborn tricks are everything, whether old or not working!
unruly generals in limousine, the vendors
selling ideological materials being run over
along the cocky lore of life –
waves, fish for lust, riddles...
the cradles have just raised some new hopes
the ladders have been crowded and broken
the conveyor-belts jammed with unsurprising events
couldn’t carry on anymore?
leadership telling unscored speeches all over again
a stroke at heart – pain in the guts
new game has started once more...

Give This Poem A Title

A Stray-cat Story here with me!
*
In Thailand It was...;
Black kitten I found a tiny male
Some fish an’ chicken I gave it
Made it strong like a right batman
And let it roam as cat would in nature –
Making plentiful kittens – he the father!
Many more blackish kittens – I wasn’t able to see them all!
Glad then I Was! Yeah! Just go out an’ make kittens more!
**
Two white kittens
Ran an’ hid from me – chicken!
The mother cat, white too,
Came and asked for food – adapted
Fed cat food
Just grew up – hot bonfires
So soon so quick arrived in first fast fiery season
In love-making – love is for every catman!
Two white bellyful kittens – runnin, runnin
When one reached the horizon – her belly deflated!
And the mother too created the mixed coloured four!
The neighbour said ‘cat farming’
The other kitten still keeps runnin!*
But they aren’t even one year old!
And they’re gonna live nine years more?
***
15 years ago In Thailand
I was found of cats quite strong
A perspective of mine weren’t wrong
Now too many kittens surrounding me...
Two more on a roll mothers to be
How’s the cat population supposed to be?
****
What’s wrong with pregnancy?
Mankind we have no idea how growth should be!
For cats, then I’m not writing a moral song!
Ha-ha! The Neighbours will feed them now!




* I think she's seen her kittens already. I haven't seen her since this morning - she didn't come for food.

14/10/2010: there are 8 kittens, 2 are really cool. the mother has 4 and now she also has 4 granddaughters.

Systematically

Golden population
Bearing golden fruits
Fertilizers pour down from heaven
For mans’ willing pursuits;

Huge thunderstorms bellowing the tree of humanity;
Emblems-torn their tongues too rough on the branches of humankind
As they spread their wraths,
Sawdust blown around from the being Cut, broken and fallen down
The dance of nude humiliations shown on the screens around the world;
The up-to-date Diasporas scream
On their routes snaking along their continental scrapes and oceanic grievances;
Some sank as some disappear in plights, never sighted again!
The fight for freedom, equality and rights goes on
In vain!

Guided by the music of Death Playing his viola
Resting on his left shoulder like a thin cloud of sneeze
Its strings in a breeze vibrating like a rain,
Thunderstorms roar across cold civilizations
Millions of chainsaws operating;

Flames and smogs
Shouting in the dragons’ mouths
The fiery words echoes through the sky just cracked
They fly up and they grab all the available heads gathering in a circle
They enter into the tight tunnels leading to the darkness
With the Big Bang speed their intrusions
All the armours of wisdom shielding the eardrums blown apart;

Welcome
Just welcome
This Dark wisdom
Delivered just for you
With the best wishes of the greatest wills from the kingdom of Boo
Wide openly fulfil thy Hearts for gains
And pump these molten insights to thy brains
And with that let’s ordain a new paradise together
Practically;

FEAR DESCENTS FROM ABOVE

Fear descents from above
Its many outlets soaked in fear
The fearful landscape shaken
Many mans attempted escape
Many being taken … silence
Nobody stands a chance
Blown in the freehand gusts…
Dusts clouds
Many faces turn away;
In fear-land,
Mans
Under the death emblem veiling above them
In the dusk, these mans trying to see one another
Rise up, they disappear…
Through the outlets of fear
Slowly treasures devolve!

HUMANITY

born to need, we are,
poor conscience leads us to crime

humanity being deafened in cries an' threats
indifference throws us beautiful games to celebrate whatever we have

lust helps us to crave more
more than the law shall face;

love and we hate as we vibrate in communication
all fools be lured into that tunnel o' illusion

since its gate of blue
was crush-opened by our ancestors with their primitive tools
we save our treasures in history
we rule the earth as humanity
and complicate the shape o' nature to the great misery

we are - the author of this universe!

life being captured in the games
o' dream as reality tames
each theory of existence
appears in our head that
we crave in our heart if what we want be real at all
as empires rise and fall
we keep dreaming
searching for the theme of of universe
whether empty or full
whether eternity or momentary
whether you and me are...
just



(for Emma05)

Footsteps