Category Archives: New World Order

When the Levee Breaks

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When the Levee Breaks

As I sat by the river
I contemplated with wonder
Of all the sublime beauty
That lies deep within humanity

The universe holds the secrets
And it is the heavens we credit
For entertaining our souls
As upon us a doom unfolds

Humming heads ceaselessly humming
Scores of madmen aimlessly running
Fearful of the agony of the anarchy that’s coming
An era to arise from the buried ashes of the cunning

The wind whispers sounds of reason
Progressing melodiously with each new season
The Moon shines its bright white light
Though the sun also rises, it hides out of sight

The mountains shiver in endless discomfort
From the oblivion soon to befall earth
The skies pray for a savior
To save us from man’s wreckless behavior

As night turns into day
And the sands of time fade away
The dawn of darkness shall arise
Deceptively reeling us to our demise

So, as I sit by the river I contemplate
About the state of man and awaiting my fate
‘Cause when the levee breaks
So too will our lives, once the beast awakes

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 1, 2013

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Darkside of the Moon

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Darkside of the Moon

The pride steeps deep inside.

I want to give up and die;

No more energy left to cry.

There’s no place I could hide.

I’m in love with me!

Inescapable passion for this love,

But what’s a man to do.

I ask myself what lies on the darkside of the Moon.

Beloved waves, come wash me away to sea,

Where I’ll rise up to the skies above

And enter a more clairvoyant existence.

 

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 2013

Otherworldly Beings

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The following is inspired by my fascination with the supernatural, as well as the occult.

Otherworldly Beings

Otherworldly Beings

Deep in the dark blue sea resides muses
Crossing the waters of Earth in search of mischief
Singing melodious chants with the intention of inflicting doom
Evil and vicious, they have no remorse for their wickedness

Far away on the southern isles of the Arctic
A demon stalks the land scaring away life forms other than its own
Greed encompasses the heart of this vile creature
Like its soul the land is cold and void of light

Echoes vibrate throughout the caves of the willowing islands of the Baltic
Tales of warriors lost in the midst of battle now wandering their vanquished homes
Kicked out of the halls of Valhalla, this world is a no man’s land for the undead
The icy seas of the North are the last frontier and the only dwelling for the servants of Odin

In the deserts of Egypt the sands of time have withered away the wonders of a once majestic kingdom
Ruled by men whose hubris misled them to a proclamation of divinity
Mysticism and magic governed the lives of a people disillusioned with the realities of a complex universe
Osiris and Ra may have existed, but their status as deities is a fact unworthy of consideration

Virgin maidens frolicking the green pastoral hills of Greece and Rome apotheosizes the glory of classical antiquity
Whereas the struggle of the so-called mighty gods of Olympus illustrated humanity’s need for unison,
Both in brotherhood and in recognition of an omnipresent Creator
A theory put forward by the greatest of thinkers from two of the most prominent civilizations in written history

Revered and sought out by, these immortal creatures haunt mankind

Not only by night, but every waking moment of the day, preying on our weaknesses

Relying on our false opinion of them as hunger monsters eagerly awaiting to eat our wretched souls

As their true intentions remain hidden in plain sight; they seek only to deceive and so paradise may not be the reward from the Creator of the Universe we receive

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 21, 2013

Tales of a College Dropout

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I wrote this allegorical poem about the troubles and hardships of a College student who has given up on the hope of finding a job and learning anything that is truly worthwhile.

Tales of a College Dropout

Toiled for years penniless before I was in debt.
Studying hard with the hope of a future, a future that was bright and green.
Involved with society, I believed the lies, not knowing I was the victim
Of a failing democracy whose demise had been designed from within.
A fool I most certainly was, but a fool I am no more.
Luckily, it isn’t too late, though much time had gone by idlely waiting
For life to come knocking on my door.
A lesson learned is a penny earned.
Not that I made it big and, as I wish, live in grandeur,
But money comes my way when I need it.
There is never enough money for a man with finite desires.
I’ll take what I could get,
Until the opportune moments arrives for me to cease it.
These aren’t the rants of a boy, but of a man,
Young and firm in the pursuit of a purposeful life.
I’ve read too many books on history and the great men who came before me.
I live in a chaotically disillusioned society.
If there’s anything school taught me it is this:
Knowledge and intellect are two separate organisms of thought.
Knowledge is the obtainment of  information based upon facts and well-articulated opinions
Intellect is the ability to use the highly complex mind given to us at conception
In order to think and make, or create, things that are beneficial to our existence.
Who is more powerful than a knowledgeable person who is smart?
No one.

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 28, 2013

Fat Cat King

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The following is a poem I wrote today about the “fat cats” of Wall Street and the financial industrial complex that are bringing down America, alone with the world. It’s my way to stick the finger to those soulless cretins.

Fat Cat King

Friendly fire
Casualty to an unwanted desire
Powered by greed and thirst
Hungry for gold; money comes first
No time to live
No need to give
Not thankful for living
Who cares about the living
Squander your resources
Pile up your profits
Cut down the forests
Throw it all down the pit
Don’t look to the future
The time is here and now
No heaven or hell, he’s sure
If there’s money in it, he’ll find it someway somehow
Death fazes him not
Because this life’s all he got
Humanity?
Hell, that’s insanity
Produce and consume
As you breathe in the fume
Conform and disarm
No need to be alarmed
Everything’s under control
The Fat Cat King is on a roll
Roaming and conquering
As we watch, not pondering
He’s our master
We the slaves
He’s leading us to disaster
Blinded, we don’t see it
As he’s counting down the days
Buying his lies
Selling out to the devil’s cries
One day you’ll be crying
As you lay watching the world dying
Will you allow such a fate?
Get up and stand up
Before it’s too late

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

February 20, 2013