MelancholyPoet's Blog

They tortured me. You can't imagine the agony they all put me through. If you or I did it to someone, it'd be called kidnap and forced poisoning producing a condition known as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. When they do it, its called 'medicine'.



You bet I question the mainstream narratives. After what mainstream medicine put me through. You have no idea even the courage it takes to stand up and say this. Even if you don't agree with me, if you believed in freedom of speech, the most basic right of any civilized society, you would be saluting me for being willing to say it. After I've been locked up, drugged to oblivion and had my name slandered simply for behaving differently and holding unorthodox beliefs. Einstein was unorthodox once. Believe me, our time is coming. After all the problems you've been storing up for this world, its not gonna last much longer. Soon its all gonna come tumbling down, and when it does, its us crazies who are gonna take over. Not me personally, you'll probably have me drugged up into a coma by then, or my brains fried the old-fashioned way. But the crazies in high places are gonna crawl out of the woodwork, where they've been hiding for hundreds, maybe thousands of years, and then you're gonna wish you had treated us little Jesus eggs with a bit more decency. Maybe we could have saved you. Because then the real King lizard is gonna break out of his egg and make an omelet out of the rest of you!

-fin.



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Shunned by the trance-laden masses,

Spat on by the self-appointed 'elite',

Just around some dirty corner street

In every major city, even today,

In his sleeping bag curled up within

Some dusty back alley passage way...

A Buddha patiently dwells -

Waiting for the world's holy wonder to re-awaken.




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By lying low on crowded streets,
I rise like warm vapours from vents in the pavement,

Above the multitudinous mind.
I have, I am - everything and nothing:

My words shout surrender, but my voice is filled with design;

Without a penny to my name, the entire city is my boudoir.

For them it is a battleground of all against all.

But pity and gratitude are the portion on which I survive;
Hand-outs to my cupped palms put a swagger in my stride!




On many tempestuous nights have I revelled like an awe-struck child,
Frolicking freely through the neon wilderness, or riled.

Greed makes the garbage cans brim bountifully for me,
Yet I exist without the trappings of mainstream materiality.




The moment is forever balanced perfectly within,

And I am at the very centre of the storm-

The mesmerizing mass-market parade -
The hub of it all. All verve through their nerves,

No stall - at every stall.

Inwardly still, inwardly me.

You think I'm the exception?




One of my comrades in alms is Jesus - only with breasts -

And another has tales and tunes that would put Tom Waits to the test.




One look at us, sitting with blankets on the sidewalk, and the coldest hearts melt.

We may not be at home in our beds, but are we not more at home in Die Welt ?

In this free-access condominium beneath the stars,

Love, I take in, multiply and radiate outwards

To the tops of skyscrapers down to the shadowy unconscious sea;

Which we homeless embody as the archetype of this poor suffering humanity:
For - and remember this, ye who build your castles so proud and so tall -
We are all as beggars before the mighty One And All.


Please check out my recently published book entitled 'Madness: a form of love' by Max J. Lewy, available on Amazon in either paperback or Kindle format. https://www.amazon.com/Madness-Mr-M...448070&sr=8-1&keywords=madness+a+form+of+love

They called us the 'R' word, they called us stupid.
With many sneers and much froth, they accused us of being haters.
They tried to bully us into choosing slavery.
They thought we'd sell our very soul
For a few pennies, cheap holidays and Bratwurst.
They thought we had grown so fat and complacent,
That we'd let the barbarians invade without raising a finger.

They thought we'd let supercilious would-be tyrants
Gently rape us.

THEY THOUGHT WRONG

With great dignity and steel, we rise up.
With great tenacity and zeal, we will soar.
They wanted us to decapitate ourselves,
To surrender the head of the politcal body,
Unable to make our own laws or decide our own destiny.
They wanted to turn us into a suicide bomber,
Voluntarily blowing ourselves up on a 'higher' call.

They wanted their kleptocracy to dictate how
We live our lives in matters great and small.

THEY FAILED


With great dignity, with steel, we rise up.
Digging in our heels, the others will follow our lead.
Germany, France, Sweden,
Spain, Greece, Poland,
Holland and Denmark,
and all the other great nations; break free -
And join us in a FREE, DEMOCRATIC union

Defending little girls and OUR MINDS from circumcision,
Upholding our common, civilized values and humanity!

WE RISE UP

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'tis a shame people don't realize,
How fast the world spins on.
Still stuck in a stunned amaze,
By what they learned when they were young.

Now the white man must apologize
For his every waking breath:
Try with his own folk to organize,
And he'll be sentenced half to death.

Negroes had it bad, at least once,
Now many of their handicaps are imagined.
If the University wasn't such a dunce,
She'd find a better object for her chagrin.

It is the same how they blame yesteryear's priests
For burning witches at stake;
While giving free pass to the doctors,
To electroshock those with heart-ache.

Don't let the skin shade shield you,
To the violence we each inflict
On those the very same hue-
Without feeling our consciences conflict.

Oh yes, I know you still suffer,
Oh yes, I know you still bleed.
But your blood runs no redder
Than ours; both of human breed.

So: please don't divide us by our race,
Even if it is done in good-will.
Doesn't it make you feel a bit two faced?
Isn't that Racism still?

Please check out my recently published book entitled 'Madness: a form of love' by Max J. Lewy, available on Amazon in either paperback or Kindle format. https://www.amazon.com/Madness-Mr-M...448070&sr=8-1&keywords=madness+a+form+of+love

Bleeding-heart brown-shirts tell us what to say!
They'll cry crocodile tears, until they get their way.
Bleeding-heart brown-shirts tell us what to think!
They'll cry bloody-murder, without missing a blink.

Bleeding-heart brown-shirts stuff it down our throats!
They prey upon our sympathies- they're really wily goats.
Bleeding-heart brown-shirts, dearly love to take offence!
Let your tongue slip free- and hear the cries commence.

Bleeding-heart brown-shirts will not stop until,
The whole fabric of society is as comparably ill
And repressed as the Pope, and then even still,
Shut down your last spasms of veracity with a

Bleeding-hearted pill!

Please check out my recently published book entitled 'Madness: a form of love' by Max J. Lewy, available on Amazon in either paperback or Kindle format. https://www.amazon.com/Madness-Mr-M...448070&sr=8-1&keywords=madness+a+form+of+love