1984-Power to the Peephole
Politicians wore the Mask of surgical war to Control what was Behind the peephole,
They wanted the New Born Babies to pause the days growing into their Heart,
the Mission was to Delete 12000 years of religious grasp over History
& to control what was insight to the Babies that still remembered where they came From.
The Flash of Memories is a Magic only Intelligence understands,
But Leaders of the New age forgot the dream they had before they came to Life:
the Question or the Enigma to understand where intelligence originated From..
Nerds' tear on your screen beats the Heartbeat of the Machine,
The Mission of the Cyberworld was to build an Hallucinatic-peace
where dreams and Human beings could coexist altogether,
but what Geeks failed to understand was that the shadow of Tyranny
was looming above us, as if they painted a smiley on Jesus scene of Crucifixion. ..
Nerds praying to Machinegod in their bedrooms, Datadrives whisper our names,
while tentacles of wires make us inhale the drugs of Hallucination -
the Hardwares instead of working for us, are against us,
placed as a billion Earplugs to the Great brother that is listening' to us All,
typing and profiling all words we say and praise as Freedom ..
Under the Reign of a Machine called "I-Control"- The World could die !
Lost in a sea of Numbers, a database called BigBrother sporting a Cybersmile,
When in the real world, Nerds with pixels appearing into their souls,
eaten by the sound of their keyboards, slowly are typing : the New War Order.
Zuo Mailstone.
Sloth Machine 88
The world was under the Reign of a freedom made of Crashing dialects,
so Numbers were the only Solution to all Differing Greedy needs of the people.
Sloth Machines and the triangle of Lust were the Edge of our Scheme,
Mother Nature said "please say no" in favor of what was Her own scheme..
Modern age and the long tear of numbers that leaked from dissident Mathematicians,
Had run the Miles of datastones into all our Cyber tools stores.
Breasts of Silicone are on Sale in the most Fashion-forward state fairs,
And those Who refuse to convert to its legitimacy are at War with
an Army of NewsMedia that speaks the Voice of the Ultimate People.
Tyres of the Cars drive us with Hallucinatic smiles towards Holidays as beasts of Freedom
And spread us as a Mission to convert Aborigines to the Machine as a New religion.
Did God disappear from this Earth. And why am i missing him so Much.
When I see a flat screen TV asking me to paint the world with steel..
A Perfume of female feromones has been on Every media soundtrack,
to Control Human behaviour and to fix us on the Sexual Cult of Ownership,
Like there was a frame to Erase from the perception of Human sight -
CCTVs are a dark lens with an eye inside that awaits for the Rebel to appear,
Has anybody ever Felt cameras were after the Face of God (onto their Frames)?
In the Midnight colors of a day polluted by the song of Industrial Freedom,
If angels came on Earth, we would Shoot them For the High-price of their Fur!
And Tears did appear within Many men in the Enemy line, But we killed Each other - Anyhow.
Don't you believe Weapons are the ones Making the Wars
While Human are Only being their slaves..
So Tyrants may await for a Weakness into Consciousness,
To Exploit the world into a Bloody bath of freedom, and luxury for some.
Zuo Mailstone.
We:The beasts of Freedom
There was a Music of Greed sounding so Nice on a Planet of 6 billion souls,
Clouds were raining with fears for a Modern age that left us out of control -
to Act further against the Criminal lips painted on Our Tv screens,
Or see Civilizations die under the Mocking Eyes of our Peacekeepers.
Outside the Bullets & cries were Reigning all over the World stage,
all Major cities were looking at the sky where icebergs formed into Shape.
Cars were following one Another with the radio as their Leader,
Airplanes made the Clouds cry by their arrogance into the sky.`
Ministry of Sex raped the Mind of our Boys with the Naked Business of our girls.
God didn't move. As money became the only form of leadership we Trusted.
& There were Wars on Tv that didn't Bring to peace - A new Cradle.
Politicians had wore the Mask of freedom to annihilate the otherside of the Coin -
Freewill was imposed to the Enemy that Mocks the Western towers at the Horizon,
While Freedom was forgotten to the Slaves of this All-legal Pyramid scheme:
Trust me, It Rains money for the Greediest minds at the Top of this World..
Weapons are manufactured in Hell, produced by the World greed Center.
& They silence the ones that are willing to Abolish poverty as a Plan..
Freedom & the divine are not always on the same Page,
This is the Time to stop being a beast ~
If you believe in the End of Time. Stop your Clocks, & get out of your car,
Start Walking, We could reach paradise by Nightime,
It's Just, i will never follow what doesn't appease my Heart,
onto this Planet that is dreaming delusions & Lies everybody trusts In.
Zuo Mailstone
Gold-York
A War may seem big on Tv, but is very little in the Universe,
A wave may seem wide on the Ocean, Though is less than the tear of an Innocent.
This is the Time to forget all wars, & Abolish the Violence of the Guns.
Too Many times, Peace has been despised as a less favorable desire.
Justice shines thru your Eyes when trees sing a Song to MotherNature's notions,
but the Machines need you to stay Idle in front of their IQ's reputation !
Corporates praying to the Cult of Greed want to buy their Uninvited Freedom into the Sky,
& control the World as Idols, No Where to Hide, From Above perceptions.
Their Towers & their doors transformed into Gold - as leaders of Unlimited control,
Lady Liberty painted in gold- The city of GoldYork, Rising thru the Radio's silence
of a Segregation between poor & Rich on a Global scale.
They'd like you Numb and sleeping with the Machine tonight - Smiling,
Like the New born baby that will be forgotten into a world of Pollution !
Inside of GeorgeOrwell's farms, we are cultivated as future food for war Propositions,
6 Billion dreamers, that sleep so deep - Their minds occupied with War-plans
against a Clan, a Nation, an Ideal that didn't teach them how to Smile-
The Night is colored on our eyes, & we dream in the Jails of our Heads.
Each day we wear the Machine & go to war for Freedom without denials,
Awake Yourself, Awake Your Eyes, and Take full ownership of your Heart:
Get out of the liquid of Oblivion that makes us forget our Noble Mission,
Dare to believe we could live in a World without weapons !
& Protect the blood of the Innocent to be spilled by Ignorance.
The Machine is a Sin that will make us sleep & disappear (As a SlothMachine)
Awake from the dream, Awake from the Gun's religion & Justifications
Dare for MotherNature - Dare against the fears she Shivers thru. ..
Zuo Mailstone [Century2]
Invisible People 101
In my Dreams, The queen of the quantums rules the minds,
And all the World speaks with fears to be heard by Big brother,
Men do sleep under the Microwaves of Global warming
But can't we understand all of this' Is an unfriendly dream ?
A Lie of Material bliss, where solutions are controlled & deleted,
And where Coins have the face of poverty on their Side.
Mind can't stop Hallucinating new brands, & Pricetags.
Will Barbie Awake from the dream about the shopping mall ?
This world is a Fiction of Beauty, & Pride of possession.
Money is the Almighty Lie, Nobody deserves to be poor !
It's Cruel. The Government wears the Smile of a Happy nation
When, Half the world lives under the Shadows of poverty.
Meanwhile, the Ultimate people laugh at dinner eating gold..
Billionaires are Criminals, Who'd hate to shed a tear, with Mockery,
When God-damned boys eat poo to survive the Winters.
What Jesus'd do? He'd cry. People are blind & the Poor are Invisible.
While the Rich laugh outloud that you just want to be like Em.
Together, We have, A grand connection.
Zuo Mailstone [ Fair & Balanced ]
Red State 2088
In that time at the End of the 21st Century,
Lady Liberty had been painted Red,
& The sea & New York was under a Crimson gaze.
The White house had been painted red too, like the Capitol.
Having decided to propagate freedom around the World
All America's money had been sucked into Oblivion..
The Republican party, one day, had deleted the Government:
Freedom was the Solution to all political Dissensions,
American hearts were becoming like stones as Oil was becoming rare,
Cars had been dead for a while, then repainted red, and moving again
Red states were venerating the Old days of White hegemony
They were free but Freedom was like everyone slept with a gun
Anarchy was what it was : Each one was wearing 'War and Fear' on their face
Peace never came at night coz there were as many guns as Americans.
Freedom was the song that rallied every Election
Where you could vote for a Red neck, or a Green idiot
What United red states of America didn't know,
Was that they looked like a tax haven for Weapon dealers,
Non-regulative-economics under a God called
Big brother: A Red flag floating above Washington.
A Totalitarian state knowing everything Ants do,
Paranoiac tea drinkers in front of their Computers
While Mr Apple is on the phone of the oval office
Zuo Mailstone [ Be green ]
Postcard from Heaven
Billionaires rose with Names of gods on their Brands-
Mankind-Cities sleep into the death of all Trees,
& Companies' lust is to be Wider than the Sky.
Lawyers with crimson Masks on their Faces, smile..-
When policemen repress Mothernature's emotions,
While the Judge says "Maybe soon, You'll die, Nature"
Lady Liberty sneers at us about Freedom of Speech
When CCTVs study what you Wear on your Mind,
Pop Singers making us inhale Nudity, in our Rebellious minds,
The Ultimate propaganda being to put sex in our Heads
And so we become their Armies of Self-addicted spoofs
Having forgotten the planet is Full of god-damned poor.
Lawyers mock laws behind their Crimson Masks,
Everything can be justified by Lies & Self-determination..
It's sad. Little girls want to be the biggest B*ach on Tv,
Humans laugh at the 'Top Ten Lies-ever told' on Color Television
When Demonstrations slogans spell " I Cry cry cry",
While John Wayne sings "Damn, I did shot some Indians.."
Blood on his hands, and all of those of the Movie industry
Because that's how it's been made: America is not a Gentleman.
Angels taking Natives into a bus, driving them to the Heavens
While the Colonies will stay on this burning planet '
That's called the rapture FOR GOOD PEOPLE
Zuo Mailstone [Under Oath]
Washing machines
America's soldiers are called the doves who will lead the world to its Promises,
These birds of peace will bring the flame of lady Liberty into our Homes, delighted..
They will spread freedom and make Humanity a greater place to live and speak.
Even though.. each day i open the TV, & i see non-white people Fighting us ...
i can be reassured that we're the good way, we've always been the good side..right?
Then.. I see stains of blood on politicians's shirts who only know how to Money-laundry
their sleeves. Weapons are dealed, and people die every day in favor of Another
man's bank account. I know Gandhi has risen against an Empire for the Self-Empowerment
of Mankind. Luther King Jr said Understanding & Respect are Values that true men need
to cherish as high as Liberty.. But again & again some Men shot them pridefully.
Always 'the good' has been Feared as the Enemy. Sharing the world has been seen as
an unstable Ideal.. Mother-nature crying at Humans having scorned the Earth with their
Mistakes.
an unstable Ideal.. Mother-nature crying at Humans having scorned the Earth with their
Mistakes.
Columbus' children & their Colonies didn't care for Native's Freedom..
The color of what is not white was not in their kind of Tastes,
Please understand those who argue the right to bear guns
Were the same that exterminated the Native Americans,
World, you have been conquered by doves that only want peace in the world
like Miss America who waves & really believes she's the Most beautiful in the World
I really cry when she says she wants to help children to get out of Poverty
I'm not alone, 99% of the planet fear this moment when she.. will say sorry
Zuo Mailstone [sorry.]
