Posted by 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
