“We've all heard about the problems of Los Angeles, but I wanted to see it for myself. Beneath the veneer of Hollywood and entertainment lies a dark reality we are often blind to. This is the first part of a new docu-series Im working on about the Promised Land of Los Angeles.”
When abnormal becomes the norm that pulls and twists the mind of the fallen souls all somehow becomes a weird dance of sacred, demented, and somehow out-of-reach for forgotten. Abused are in a zombified state of human beings roaming the streets of once promised land…Life has to have meaning, if the meaning of life is erased life will be just another representation of Dante’s Inferno, burning in the streets with dim almost hidden light on the promised streets uncontrollably and eating lost souls from sunrise to sundown. Now The PROMISED LAND is just now a missed/messed up LAND….
The promised land was always just a promisee, if the promise is not upheld, what will be left is a lifeless ruin.
Ruin filled with strangers, strange feelings, and strange thoughts, without any traces of possible unification of mind and soul.
When everybody and everyone knows that this is not the way to live, this is not the way for human beings to experience this journey...Yourney we will call life but what happens when the human mind still persists and indulge in this perpetual agony, prolonging the shelf life of this agony beyond the lifespan that she has been given…what happens to the human soul?
Is the soul there or vacant?
SoulLESS or SoulFUL…
Why do people endure the endurable and others just wander off in a warm embrace of any new trend that has been presented to them?
Where is the difference, what makes the difference?
A few nights ago I was watching one specific star…after I had done my chanting, the star was filled with red blood…crying…I could see her face very clearly, almost like there was no distance between us…
And yes don’t go there, sometimes a star cries because she must watch this stupidity below her, it doesn’t mean that Earth will be filled with red pools of blood.
Do you think this is crazy open your window and tell me what is crazy or real.
I listen to Phil and Jack’s Podcast, watched the video above, and combined my experience with crying star.
Below is the result, it does not mean that if I am writing about a specific city, one or another person can be found in this poem..it was all just used as inspiration.
LOST ANGELES promisee not fulfilled
all that are lost are billed
The human bodies are milled, future and past killed
grinded
not subsided, hided
desperately dived
by a black spell binded
All is going well…
Say Idiot standing by the well
Cant you not tell?
All is swell, cant you not smell?
Economy, ergonomy, anatomy all terms
lost in translation, by this new form of education
creating this new amoral fashion
Abstraction of the mind wishing for suicide
wishing for more pride, digging holes for a new kind of divide
Praying for the dancing Devils by your side
Sound of music on the corners
saying come here in this town without the borders
but, there are a few unmissable orders
Looking for God, all senses are fought
Reemergence of Thought
dashes of true freedom can be caught
Homeless dance for a pence
that doesn’t make sense
You look up in the blue sky
all seems fine,
You look down, surprisingly
reason cant be found
All are bound to this sweet sound
To this perpetual agony filled with even sweeter tragedy
To the hidden malice asking for sweet candy
even for a cup filled with brandy
Will you eat?
Will you drink?
Stop to think?
City of Angels is looking for one true Angel
Will old Archangel do, do you have the clue?
Can you find the missing link even if you don’t think
Promised was “the land”, now a castle made out of the sand
a firm shake, given by the hidden hand
All will end has been said
Wait there were angels cry
where begging lonely hearts goes to nullify
specify, make an equation for a longer duration
Spatial distortion mixed with neverending erosion
All looks pretty in occupied Angel City
don’t get witty, just enjoy the life in promised city
Ugly Trance, kneeling begging for this deviant romance
waiting to advance to enhance
this feeling is that what is killing
The souls on Bulevar of broken dreams
life gest easy without the preying fears
Dope will make you hop, your easy way to the top
You will be next Bugs, Bunny, awaiting the golden honey
all for money…
All for that green that can’t be seen
All for the next paycheck, which is not there
you know, mirage doesn’t care
If you there
or not, dangling the knot
Another city brimming with something that doent’t looks very pretty
Angel City
are you there?
Is promise finally broken, would it help to take the ride to Hoboken
to the other side to find that elusive bride
Will you stay in the shade and let all these memories fade
to migrate
Doesn’t New York look pretty
Or all you can see is another promised city
filled with strangers, causing the dangers
All again fueled with frustration and anger
Apple has fallen into the middle of this fine city
What a pity…
Are the angels there, maybe they are starting to care
9/11 was sent to heaven, all is break-even
One tower dropped on another,
steel beams and people searching for cover
death splashed all over, no matter how good your cover
Have you found your precious flower?
Do you still search the night without the perfect flashlight
What has been done to your dreams
where are the responding teams
is all filled with intolerable screams
Have you been lost
Do you track the cost
Where are the angels now
we don’t need another sacred cow
You ask how?
How this can be undone?
I say fear must be gone
You ask why?
I say don even try…
You say when?
I say, yes you can.
Apples and Angels making hot delicious smoking pie
maybe you should try
take the bite, and smite
write, educate the life without the presence of hate
because hate, will ate,
it has the unseizable will to procreate
hate thrives on sharp knives, on deluded rotten minds
On the will of the week searching for the peak
searching for arousal, for the perfect erection
without any sense of direction
it is just senseless affection
numbed down misdirection
but you got to have the feeling that you are part of the living
nobody wants to swim in the arms of the deceiving
My life has to have meaning, many say
when they pray to God hidden in a distant heaven
trying to score perfect seven
sometimes even eleven
all this just for a slice of Heaven?
Angels are you there…
don’t you care?
have you lost your voices
don’t you care about human choices
say a word, play just one accord
play the right tone
answer the old dusty phone
Why won’t you send them home?
you wish all here to be gone, just a lifeless bone
Lost souls entrapped here wishing to go home
freedom for some?
Hell for those without the throne?
No home, just burnt out rubbery smell
Eviction notice: see you in Hell?
promised land at the palm of your hand
bewildered illusion making confusion
are they lost are they filled with strange hosts?
are they walking ghosts, looking for never emerging coasts
no lifeboats for them just this voice of a digital pen?
Are your hearts made of stone, do you wish to see them gone?
Angels this is not a joke, send them all home
Nobody has to suffer, nobody has to pay the price
think twice, give them at least a spoon full of rice
and some useful advice
New winds are in town, humanity can be found
it is a hidden sound, very profound
It has been seen in every deserted lonely street, begging to be met
in every dark corner, for the last time filled with disorder
new flashy well-dressed skateboarder awaits new graceful order,
he is not your usual hoarder, he is light
that begs to be bright
this light doesn’t take sides
it is filling the streets will all right dreams cleansing the old tormented world
telling him, not yet, you will be not sold
You will not fall apart
Your dream is bigger, even if you are an unpractical sinner
and your life span is gettin’ tinner
You are winner
Now get lost, enjoy your prize, and don’t antagonize
don’t measure the size of the prize
go and be
sit by the sacred tree
become the fire, burning without the lustful wrong desire
say I am not for hire
I am more
I am AMOR-e
gone with the wind you should be,
just follow the roots of the sacred tree
truth is the root, hidden deep in the ground
it begs to be found
it begs to be seen
find your twin, your kin
and travel well, don’t look back this here is hell
from Angeles City, to promised Land, no hidden hand
From Big Apple to the Mighty Tree
travel well you that can see
I will stay here for a while
write a poem or two just to find the next You
Who I am,doent’t matter, I promise you,
You will fill better, without this theater
I will take you there…
Why?
because I care.
They say war is on the horizon, I just smile
it has been here for a while
war never ended, it must be comprehended
Maybe its time to go home, away from this dome
forget the war, ride this car
use this new vessel, don’t wrestle
You've done enough, don’t cough
don’t mage a Grimm face it is out of place
let me take you there, where land is filled with golden rye
we all sometimes must say goodbye
where the sun never sleeps, where the future you greets
it is not just another story full of mist
lousy eternal twist painted with the wrong brush
in some uncontrollable youthful rush
It is not a Mith, to be able to sit
on the plain
and don’t feel any pain
if you are lucky you will even find your true brain
it has not been slain
nothing is in vain or ordain
fortune smiles, these are not the X files
The truth is not out there, but here
In your heart, full of the most amazing art
I hear the seagulls fight, this poem here must be sent right
It is another selfless act
another white spell cast
ready to blast
another well-placed holly totem in the land of Töten
Sent from Blue Cristal clear Adriatic Sea
for all you to see.
The wind is just right, the sea is ready for a fight
One word I got left before I sail,
exit the jail and proudly say:
HAIL!
I hope you don’t mind if I just like the previous comments and instead of commenting, write this “masterpiece” above.
Lol, I fup this one...many mistakes, and I hope I fixed the obvious ones .. happens...
I am in a hurry today, didn't even think about writing anything.
My apologies.
if you are American.
Happy Fourth of July!,
Awesome darkness, HP. The humongous Scumerican cities, creatures of unbridled Jew capitalism, now buckle under the Iron Heel of its twin deformed brother, communism. These anthropogenic monstrosities were doomed from the day of their inception. Only in a Kali Yuga could such perverse urban hellholes exist. Hollywood, "Kosher Valley", the cauldron of demented Yiddish nightmares, promulgator of mass, mindfuck psy-ops, steering the hordes of goyim to the black void of non-existence. The Cathars had it right. Hell isn't in some afterlife, it is right here. To my fellow denizens of this Talmudic dystopia, Happy Fourth of Jew-Lie!