Civil Society

"Define what civilization means to you and what would its ending bring to our world."

The ocean tides raging even with the climate changing and all cultures begin rat racing from the apocalyptic season.

Organized government equals organ donors that are citizens of social order, dead, yes, but moral with the law overhead.

A computing community AKA no community at all, processing toxins into every cell wall, the concrete foundation to the inevitable fall.

Sustainability is our downfall, no continuation of small scale value... riding horses on a saddle.

God, myth and magic proves useless in this escapist's world, finally becoming unstable and now nobodies got cable.

Standards of americans are deadened by losses of companies thriving on torture of the poor for the soup de jour.

Someone teach us how not to expend the earth that lets live billions of dollars plus no sense.

Water treatment facilities arent that easy without electric current and platinum faucets.

Children are farmed to harvest lip balm, animals farmed to take away the alarm of an unhappy meal.

The end of peacekeeping is to be found seeping in with the bend of people's interest of food and water.

Farms supply the city life no more and people will come off of their imaginary steeples to help build from the dirt once again!!





I wrote this for a contest that Serj Tankian was having. I believe he asked us to describe society in a creative way. This is what I submitted (I lost).

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"It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends on his not understanding it." ~ Upton Sinclair

Self Propelled Death Mechanic

When words fail, all I can think is
How every human needs a shrink
"Help" for neglecting instincts
We have domestic lives for this

Water, wind, earth, fire, 2000 years
Taken for a false belief to expire
the Father, son and the holy spirit
Its taking 4000 years to retire

Escapism is always a sacrifice
When the world's miserable, feel good
It goes from smokin to pokin
So please, please legalize

You've never killed your chicken nuggets
You only believe in consumption
when you find that you aren't blind
Its a realization of moral construction

Silently written, poetic advice rolled in a scroll
Never found, nor read, left to decompose
By the time you decide everything turns old
Now why Mr. Artist did you ever compose?