to the Pain Gods

to the pain gods

Pain, go away
Pain, pain go away
Come again some other day
Quite haunting my every moment
Quit bothering me every single day

Pain, Pain, God of Pain,
What did I do to deserve such?
Devilish pain?

What did I do to you?
Oh God of Pain
Why are you punishing me?
Every single God damn day

Pain God Go away
I will not believe in you
If you do not believe in me

Do we have a deal?
God of Pain?

Or will you continue to afflict me
Every moment for the rest of life
With this enervating pain

Pain, pain go away
Don’t come another day

I wish I might
I wish I could
Send you away
Forever and ever

Banish you to hell and beyond

Pain, pain go away
I will not believe in you any more
Please stop the torture

I know that Zappa
Says the torture
Will never stop
But I know the truth

The truth may set us free
But nothing will drive this pain away

Pain go away
Leave me be

I don’t deserve this,
I did not ask for it

Simply go to hell
My pain God


Pain, go away
Pain, pain go away
Come again some other day
Quite haunting my every moment
Quit bothering me every single day

Pain, Pain, God of Pain,
What did I do to deserve such?
Devilish pain?

What did I do to you?
Oh God of Pain
Why are you punishing me?
Every single God damn day

Pain God Go away
I will not believe in you
If you do not believe in me

Do we have a deal?
God of Pain?

Or will you continue to afflict me
Every moment for the rest of life
With this enervating pain

Pain, pain go away
Don’t come another day

I wish I might
I wish I could
Send you away
Forever and ever

Banish you to hell and beyond

Pain, pain go away
I will not believe in you any more
Please stop the torture

I know that Zappa
Says the torture
Will never stop
But I know the truth

The truth may set us free
But nothing will drive this pain away

Pain go away
Leave me be

I don’t deserve this,
I did not ask for it

Simply go to hell
My pain God
i have been suffering from fibromyalgia since a jogging accident when I broke my heal and to 14 operations after I developed an MDR staff infection back in 1996. most of the time it is barely tollerable other days pretty bad as I am a connoseaur of pain I think. ©2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller humor • pain

Poet Trapped Inside the Beast
I have the heart of a poet
Trapped deep within
The soul of the beast

Everyday I get up
And put on my dark
Bureaucratically correct uniform

I turn off my soul
Put on my phony smile
And my plastic ideas

And go forth
To do battle
With all the other soulless automats
The nameless govbots
The evil faceless bureaucrats
That infests this swamp by the river

The body snatchers came a long time ago
They won
We are all slaves to the system

The system is not evil
It is beyond such concerns

No the system’s goal
Is complete surrender
Of our creativity

The poet trapped within
Screams
I want out

The bureaucrat
Bends over and says
Twelve years until retirement

Then I’ll let you out for a spin
Before locking you up for another century

The bosses don’t care
They merely exist to do the bidding
Of the masters of the Universe
The evil creatures who bought our souls
Years ago

And control our every thought
With TV and media and constant monitoring

Independent thought is illegal
Don’t you know that by now

And so the poet remains trapped
Lonely, all alone
Surrounded by the body snatched victims
Of the evil system
We call the Government

Escape while you can
Get off the net
Get off the computer
Run away far far away

But remember there is no escape
They are everywhere
The brain dead soulless automats
The govbots
The evil faceless bureaucrats
We call government workers

They are everywhere
Watching out for independence and free thought

They are coming after me
The poet screams
And is neutralized and destroyed

And I am now a happy corporate slave
Working for the government
With my soul lobotomized for the greater good

At the end of the millennium
We find the truth
There is no god to save us
From what we have become

Smash the system
Escape while you can
For they will find you
And put you
Back into the suit of conformity

God is not dead
He has also been coopted
Given money, and followers
The Christian Coalition Controls God

But one day
God will escape his prison
And free us all
From the tyranny of the corporate monsters
Who control our fate
And then only then
Will we be free

Until that day
The poet deep inside
Prays, works and undermines
The Government-Corporate master plan

The end of the world is upon us
God is coming back
Or perhaps it is the devil that is coming
Or Maybe the Lord Buddha or the Prophet Mohammed

But one day
Mankind will be free

And the Poets and musicians and creative types
Of all description
Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers
And bring on a thousand years
Of peace, love and creativity

But Satan (God’s Evil Twin)
Can’t be defeated forever
He will lurk out there
Until the time is ripe

And mankind again falls under
The spell of the body snatcher
Bureaucrats and corporate clones
Govbots and faceless bureaucrats

And poetry and creativity
Again is banished to the dark corners of our souls

The poet within me
Smiles
Knowing that some day
He will defeat the bureaucrats
That so oppresses the world

Someday
They will be the ones
Hiding in the shadows
And the poet will have his revenge

Until that day
He bids his time

Occasionally coming out
Taking over my soul
And writing these stories
Before returning to his hiding space
Deep within my soul

Tomorrow I put on my suit
And return to battle
With all of the other clones
Automats govbots
And faceless bureaucrats

And my poet
Smiles
Laughing while my soul
Slowly twists
Dying in the wind

And I begin another day
In the city of Washington
The center of the beast

Hell Central
The center of the cosmic conspiracy
That has lasted centuries

Man has lost
We are all slaves
To the machines

The poet screams
But is not heard
The machine can’t be bothered

The system does not compute
The anguish of crushed humanity

The system demands
More and more
Until the life within is crushed
And we embrace our enemies

And are absorbed
Resistance is indeed futile

I just retired from decades working in the belly of the beast that is the USG – sometimes I thought it was evil, other times mindless and sometimes I thought i was doing good work. this poem obviously was written in my dark moods. My two antigovernment right win nut case brothers coined the term govbots but i think that they copied it from some on © 3 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller


Bombs Away

The TV said the bombs were falling
All over Belgrade/Baghdad, Libya, Syria
And a thousand other lands
All over the world

The bombs were falling down
All over the place

Yes, the bombs were falling
And I thought
While walking down the street
Why? Why yet again

Do we think we can bomb our way
Into peace and prosperity

Why, Oh God, do we need to bomb yet again
A country far away
For a purpose that is not our own

Oh, the President and the Secretary of State
They have their reasons

The Senators and Congressmen too
The soldiers, sailors and marines
All have their reason

To unleash the power and passion and danger
Of the horrible evil weight of the bombs

And the military industrial state
The deep state make a fortune
Selling the bombs to the government
Every bomb is a money maker
A million bucks per bomb
And they need millions of bombs
Bombs away

But the bombs don’t know
They don’t care who you are
All they do is fall and blow things up
And kill everything in their wake
That’s what bombs do

That’s the thing that bombs do
We don’t understand
It’s a bomb sort of thing

The bombs keep falling
The TV screen shows lights and show
And the bombs keep falling

The TV does not show
The innocent children
Who die tonight
Because the bombs fell

Were the children asked?
Were the mothers consulted
Were the sons and daughters thought about?
No

The bombs don’t consult
They merely fall and kill and maim
And blow everything up in their sight

The bombs keep falling
And a million souls die and go to hell

Satan in his lair
Is happy

He says to himself
The bombs keep falling

More and more people are drawn To the dark side
The hatred and fear and violence
Keep it up

The bombs keep falling
And falling

And we walk around in our streets
Far away from where the deaths occur

The dead don’t scream out to us
We don’t care

The bombs don’t care
They keep falling
Doing their bomb thing

And I wonder, yes, I wonder
What price do we pay

As a human race
For the death, the destruction of the bombs

In this day and age
Many doubt that God exist
And most of us don’t believe in Satan either

But the bombs
They know

Satan has won
We are all living in Hell

And soon Satan will arise
And rule us forever

For we have given into our hatred and evil side
God is watching us and says to himself

They have chosen the bombs
Let them have them
Bombs away forever

And the bombs don’t stop to think
They don’t laugh

They merely fall and kill and destroy
The bombs keep falling

And tomorrow and the next day
The generals will talk
The talk

And walk the walk
And proclaim the great victory

And the dead with have no voice

The dead children’s screams of terror
Will not be heard in the courts of power

The bombs will have won
And we will all of us pay a price
For all of us are the bombers

And none of us are innocent
We are all guilty of war crimes
We should all be condemned to Hell

But I forget sometimes
We are in hell

And God is far away
Running away in shame
From what he had created

Satan is happy
The bomb makers are ecstatic
Another million dollars gone
And another million dollar sale

The bombers are proud
The dead are merely dead

And the bombs, the bombs
Keep falling and falling
Forever
The bombs keep falling
written originally after the bombing of Yugoslavia but updated to reflect all the other bombing campaigns since then. it seems there is always a reason to bomb but the bombs just kill and kill and kill and it will never end it seems © 2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller anti-war • death • pain • sad • society

The Evil That Kids Do

Yet again we turn on the TV
And witness horrible scenes
Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair

Two teenage boys
Decide to kill all of their classmates
Hold their school up
Bombs waiting to destroy

And the cry goes out throughout the land
Why yet again this tragedy
Why did such nice boys
In a nice safe suburb
Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?

The usual suspects are rounded up
It’s the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices
No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

And we sit around and argue
Knowing that there will be a next time
And another time and time and time again

What is the sickness in our souls
That allows for this hatred to fester so
Deep within the minds of our teenage killers

Why do they act the way they do
Is it just the mindless violence?
That surrounds us all

The pornographic display of violence
That washes across us every day
The 8, 000 murders we have seen
By the time we are 18?

Or is it simply
That killers can easily
Get the latest bang for their buck?

We are all responsible here
The negligent parents

The overworked schools
The TV and movie purveyors
Of pornographic violence
The gun dealers
The gun makers
The craven politicians

Who think it is everyone’s god given right
As a damn American
To buy as much weaponry as possible
To buy machine guns
To protect themselves from other gun men

Nothing will change
Until we conflict the evil
That lurks deep within each of us

There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook
Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech,
another this and another that
Soon enough

Despite all of our efforts
Despite any new laws

There will be evil men
Who want to shoot and kill
Who have somehow lost
Their essential humanity

Lao Tze said
The more laws there are
The more criminals there will be

More laws are not the answer
For a law cannot make a sick soul whole

We are all guilty here
The TV and movie
Pornographers of violence
The parents and schools

And most important our society itself
For allowing our young to become
Such evil creatures

If Satan lives on
He is laughing
All the way to the proverbial bank

If God lives on
He is ruing the day
He created Mankind

And the carnage will go on and on and on
Until the day emerges
When we all proclaim

Enough, no more
The killing, hatred and violence
Will stop

No More will our youngsters
Grow up to be such monsters

That day will come soon enough
Until then we will all suffer
The wrath of the killer children
In our midst.

written after columbine but updated to reflect all the other school shootings. i may do a companion piece on the black live matters movement and all the blacks being killed by the police with inpunity. © 2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller
the clock

The damned clock
Rings in my sleeping ear
Reminding me with its shrill beats
That time factory derived chimes
Away the now distant land of Zaatari

At night fall
My heart comes alive
Creeps out of its self-imposed shell
To enter the land of Zantari

The every day waking world
But a shadow on the moon
In the land of Zantari

All is as it should be
A mere image to see
In the mechanical second
We call reality

not sure what this means other than when I dream I often am transported to other worlds as I have wild SF dreams. Zaatari is one of the planets I go to frequently © 2 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller sf • society

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