In this page you will find some copyrighted, and published poetry of my own. All by 'Brad Carver' ...
The Greatest Of All Time Human Defecating Animal
It sh!ts where it stands, it sh!ts where it sits
It sh!ts down a toilet, and deep subterranean pits
Through sewers and septic tanks it fills to the brim
A space deep enough for the whole of humanity to swim
It sh!ts in the alleyways and subways too
It sh!ts like a caged animal locked in a zoo
Through day and through night it sh!ts just for spite
A soft serving swirl that blots out the light
If it's sh!ts were lined back to back from our ancestors to close kin
The sh!ts that it lays would have no effing end
It would reach past the Earth, well-well past the Earth
All the way to where the big bang first gave birth
It cares not the sh!t that it leaves behind
Nor the sh!t that it's sh!t forwards through time
The greatest of all time human defecating animal's sh!ts knows no bounds
And wherever it is it's sh!t will be found.
- Brad C. Mar. 19, 2021
The Ballad Of Karl Skid Marx
When toilet paper is scarce & big brother is what you dread
Put yourself in line for your chance at potatoes & bread
Through harsh freezing Winters & blazing Summer heat
The things you once wanted are replaced by the things that you now need
You slave for the dictators, and work to survive
Not glad at all that you are still alive
You watch your family starve, and the population thin out
As everyone with becomes everyone without.
- Brad "OtakuDante" Carver (Feb. 27, 2020)
World War III
Standing at attention the soldiers to fall
Nation by nation at borders, and walls
They fight for justice, for food, and for thought
by the end of it all though it will all be for nought
For the financial wheels that turn the cogs of time
hold true to no reason other than crime
crime against humanity, and the elite that it serves
my pity to all who are thrown to the curb
Those innocent millions who are the true victims of war
led by the few who couldn't care less or even more
Will the fight truly end with this war labeled three
or will the conflict consume us all with it's greed?
Brad Carver ~ April 11, 2017
The Information Super Highway
Paved eternally through code an context lies a highway wrought with misinformation
A digital manifestation of thought, and motive forever burdened by ideals of others
Whom does this this route serve, and for what purpose should we drive it's course
The folly, and futility of force fed data so consumed, and corrupted that it's no longer pure
The truth is no doubt somewhere out there amid the binary void
Who is worthy of deciphering it, or calling it to attention though?
For we were born into it's domain
Birthed into an electronic ecosystem so vast and incomprehensible it's -
a fool's errand to even consider trying to sift through fact and fiction
Where does it all end?
This road of intellect, and idiocy so expansive, and never-ending?
Is it worth the trip to see the destination at the end, or is there even an end to it at all?
What does it serve mankind to understand the meekness of it's existence in -
comparison to all that surrounds it?
Both in cyberspace, and in starlit darkness beyond the reality of the world that humanity inhabits.
Brad Carver ~ April 18, 2017
The What, When, Where & Why
What is life?
It is but a brief passing moment amid an eternity of bodies never made whole,
thoughts never completed, and dreams never fulfilled
When will it all end?
Though it is definitive by nature that which is done cannot be undone
Therefore life in it's futility will forever bow in servitude to the clock that ticks time away,
and holds individuals forever frozen in the absence of said measurement
Where will life take us?
The answers are many, but the end journey never really clear
Life's many paths, though wrought with intent direction, and misdirection -
do not intersect or stretch beyond the boundaries of the unknown
For in the unknown nothing is as it was in the here, and now
Why live at all?
Perhaps for curiosity's sake? we as humans are such curious creatures after all
Always trying to understand the world around us, but never fully so
If anything the chance to figure it all out, no matter how minute that chance may be,
is worth the effort if but one of us can relay to the others what it all means.
Bradley Carver ~ April 24, 2017
The Road Not Tread
Worry not the threats of the road not tread
Follow closely the signs of the path instead
The forks require but a moment's thought
Lest ye be lost to what you sought
Heed the warnings ahead of you
Steady your pace, and walk on through
The end, as it were is within sight
That journey's goal, the tunnel's light.
Bradley Carver ~ May 1, 2017
Wisdom Flees the Foolish
Foolishness revels in stupidity's lies
forever ignorant below the skies
Though seemingly smart to the foolish few
the truth never comes from the things that they knew
They are lost so deeply in the pits of wanting for more
but too lacking in knowledge to knock at wisdom's door
Satisfied with what they think they know
the words that pour from their mouths so foolishly flow
Will they ever find that which they seek?
Wisdom often flees from those who are meek.
Bradley Carver ~ May 12, 2017
Seeking the Tree of Knowledge
Knowledge, that precious resource so burdened with falsehood and uncertainty
We know what we know yet we don't really know anything for certain
Grasping at metaphorical straws for an explanation of the here, and now
Desperately clinging to old tales, legends, and lore for something of substance
Were we not born into this reality though?
Who are we to say what is or isn't so?
Petty is our plight, our struggle for understanding
For what does it benefit one to know anything if everything is but -
a diluted version of itself flowing from a fabricated fount of information -
through the wayward river that runs from it?
What folly it is to wonder about things gone by when that which was set -
into motion has taken a stranglehold on any potential awakening
What would one even do if they were fully woke to the origin of their existence?
Would it not be an event so humbling that any step onward would -
be burdened by no reason to go forward?
For in knowing everything what else would be left to learn?
Is it not the curiosity of the world around us that drives our every motivation?
Is it not what drives us to create, and to dream?
How utterly horrific it must be to be an all knowing god with nothing -
to do but watch as everything known comes to fruition in painstakingly slow -
progression.
Brad Carver ~ May 15, 2017
School is Cool
School is cool
It's cold as ice
Fills your head with lies,
and your hair with lice
Brad Carver ~ (Twitter Knows 2017)
The End Of It All
Bow your head, and weep no more, and wipe your tears away
The day is done, and the end has begun as death is on it's way
You fought though not for the good in the world, and so it shall prevail
All that's left in the silence now is the sirens as they wail
Brace yourselves to reap what's sown in the world that's lost to all
As angels once did we all will now suffer to endure a fall.
Brad Carver ~ June 5, 2017
Beauty Within & Beauty Without
The beauty within shines proper, and fair
While the beauty without is superficially snared
Though age brings with it wrinkles, flaws, and wear
The beauty within does not give a care
For with purity does a beautiful soul endure
So righteously sustained, and so wholly pure
All that is certain, and what is for sure
is that the scale with which beauty is weighed is not so obscure
You'll find beauty in the simplest of things
In the places, and people, and the songs that they sing
You can even find it in symbolic rings
The sort that are exchanged as the wedding bell dings.
As flesh gives way to bone and to dust
The beauty within still in passing does entrust -
it's beautiful presence in those who don't lust -
for the superficial beauty that rots with it's rust.
Bradley Carver ~ June 12, 2017
Choices
The ludicrous notion of feelings before fact
has the righteous so cornered, and helpless to attack
Is hope so lost that said notion is for nought -
or should we push back with all that we've got?
What does our future hold if good men fail to fight -
that which is wrong instead of that which is right?
One thing is for certain, and it's not what you want to hear,
but our future is lost if we can't make it clear.
Brad Carver ~ June 20, 2017
A Fool & His Fortune
A fool who's fortune is so poisoned by pride
can one second be fleeting as if by the tide
It's one thing to have when others have not,
but if you are greedy you don't have a lot
For the wealth of the world is limited by stock
The sort which you can buy, but not when it's blocked
With limited resources gold becomes for nought
It is then that the fight for survival is the fight that is fought.
Who loses out, and who wins the war -
will be the greatest in number, the once forgotten poor.
Brad Carver ~ July 2, 2017
Charon's Obol for the Filthy Rich
Forsaken for seeking a pitiful prize
All wrought with the festering dealings of cheating and lies
The wealth you've amassed at the cost of your soul
will pay the price at the end for the ferryman's toll
When death finally has it's way with your life,
and the struggles for more that were once burdened with strife -
are no longer yours alone to bear -
will have your heart on a scale weighed justly and fair
Though likely not in your favor will the final verdict fall,
but instead from the depths of darkness your name shall it call
That serpent of Eden with it's hissing forked tongue
from which the greed you indulged in did originate from
Thus from the cradle to the grave, and to the great beyond shall you go
providing you comfort no more, just agony and woe.
Brad Carver ~ July 8, 2017
The Wayward & The Wicked
Danger dwells in daytime spells
The kind that bewitch the fools
For in the darkness of said magic there
lies the plans, and the human tools
Plans which thwart the progress of peace
and people who do the same
it doesn't take much for the rich in control
to control the willing insane
So heed not that which directs you -
to do that which is right,
instead be weary of that which aims to -
place you within your plight.
Brad Carver ~ July 14, 2017
The Fallen
Social hierarchy has fallen to it's knees in surrender
Submissive eternally to it's captors forever bending to the will of the -
capital punishment being applied, a beheading of those no longer in control
Having forsaken traditional values for fantasy the fools are lost
Holding onto nothing but lies, and fictional identities set into motion -
like a theatrical puppet show, so grand and illusionary that the ones who -
are entranced by it's magic, and hysterics mistaken it for real life
The blurring of lines, and the shades of grey melting together in a misshapen form
A form oozing through the cracks, and crevices of the broken foundation of -
a once sound ancestral structure built upon truths, ethics, and common ground
Nightmarish visions in the form of forsaken children cry out helplessly
Longing desperately for a warm, and loving embrace,
never finding it, but instead being tossed away for the sins of their parents as if -
they matter no more than the ideological, and self-destructive behaviors -
of the social idealists they were birthed from
The less than adult populous that fancy the here and now never thinking twice -
about the repercussion of their actions, and misdeeds -
Nor the impact such might have on their future
That, and the future of their faked social utopian paradise which will -
inevitably collapse under the weight of a lack of morals,
and realistic understanding.
Brad Carver ~ July 17, 2017
Judgement Day
There will come a day when time has worn away -
your life, and left it bare as you grasp for those who care,
but in the light that beckons you, you'll see the darkness eating through
consuming that for which you fought, and all that which you sought
In the silence of your last breath as your presence is snuffed out by death -
you'll stand in judgement for it all as you rise, or as you fall.
Brad Carver ~ July 25, 2017
The World Is Done (Rap)
As the world goes down the sh*tter I sit here
Twiddlin' my thumbs as I hum
to the tune of political cries and people spewing lies,
and though the end creeps near hope is what I hear,
which one day will come to pass when humanity has breathed it's last.
Brad Carver ~ Aug. 8, 2017
What of it?What of us?
As the world teeters on the brink of global upheaval I sit in shock
Shock not of surprise, nor at the fact that the axis of evils continues to tilt things to one extreme, but shock in that I knew it was going to happen while hoping it didn't
How did it come to this? Why did we sit idly by, and let it just happen?
Are we so mesmerized by the utter destruction of our moral standings that we stare in awe incapable of uttering the words that need to be said, or doing the things that need to be done?
Has life truly come to an end in our hearts, minds, and souls finally reaching that staring abyss that has looked us back in the eyes for ages?
Is this the deep breath before that inevitable final exhale?
The exhaustion of every meaningful thing ever in human existence coming to a final climactic end?
A catastrophic collapse so grand in scale that it would dwarf a planet's worth of cries, and screams of horror as nature does it's dirty work in one fell swoop returning the planet to a more primitive state?
What will be left of us if we cannot preserve our legacy, or persevere long enough to rewrite our own ill-guided fate?
Brad Carver ~ Aug. 22, 2017
Keeping Hope Alive
Things are gonna get worse, they'll get bad
but never forget the good things you've had
The relationships built, and held so dear
the comfort you felt in the worst times of fear
Hold onto the hope that tomorrow could be great
and never give into the negative, or hate.
Brad Carver ~ Sept. 15, 2017
The Last Supper
Sing of love
Think of hate
The last supper's soon, so fill thy plate
To the top, fill thy cup
Blood, oh blood
My time is up.
Brad Carver ~ Sept. 15, 2017
Sleeping Dread, Waking Hope
Blip on the radar, that's all that I am
Personality overload in the form of a scam
Twisted notions, of perception and vice
Oh so naughty, and Oh so nice
Intent laden words all laced with doubt
Fear burning within, and the ashes without
I find solace in the simplest of things
The sort of comfort that comes after a scorpion's sting
The pain so deep, yet the hope still there
As my prayers to God sails through the air
Diminished by the rays of the radiant sun
And washed away by the tears of the angels undone
I weep, I kneel, and into the abyss I fall
The darkness that encompasses everything, and all
Awakened in a furious fright
As my eyes open to the most beautiful light
It was a dream! it couldn't be real!
All this dread, all this fear, and all this pain that I did feel
I sit up in bed, ready again for the day
In hopes that the nightmares will not return to stay.
Brad Carver ~ Sept. 21, 2017
The Great I Am
Here I sit, my soul departed
In the flesh, but not wholehearted
My thoughts to pen, and words to paper
I alone, the world shaper
I see it all, and all I see
The world unfolds in front of me
A canvas all ripe for the masterpiece at hand
Behold! Before you the painting is planned
Strokes of genius, blood, and tears
Splatter the landscape all torn with fears
A static vision of what is to be
So colorfully constrained with misery
An end to a beginning though just begun
The night does fall as the day is done.
Brad Carver ~ Oct. 6, 2017
Calling Out Inaction (A Poem Inspired)
Be wary the consequences of your inaction
When your words to thought lose their traction
Between the heartfelt text against the lies
That amounts to nothing below the skies
If it's only shared, and is not reflected
In the reactions of the feelings source so vicariously dissected
The lack of sufficient motivation for such needed change
Will fall victim to the causality firing range
So heed the call, if you will
As you swallow down whatever pill
But in doing so aim to pave the way
Instead of hiding behind words that fail to sway.
Brad Carver ~ Oct. 25, 2017
The Devil In the Details
You think you know me, but you don't
With your warped perception you can't, you won't
The devil in the details for all to see
The great I am
Yeah, that is me
Brad Carver ~ Oct. 25, 2017
Nibiru Earthquake Apocalypse 2017
Planet Nibiru is coming for you
The tin man, the lion, the scarecrow, and your little dog too
Like fireworks in Kansas on the 4th of July
The failed star that is Nibiru will light up the sky
The earthquake apocalypse will set into motion,
wreaking havoc on the continents from ocean to ocean
The liberals in the west, and the commies to the right
Will all be swallowed by the Earth in one holy sight
So, heed the warning as science does not lie
The end of your world as it is draws ever more nigh.
- Brad Carver Nov. 6, 2017
Looking Down
In my absence, dying light
Fading vision, losing sight
Sounds so vivid, echoes there
Voices screaming in the air
Smells of brimstone, gasping breath
Creeping slowly, burning death
In this hell doest angels weep
Your soul to claim, the devil's keep.
- Brad Carver Nov. 29, 2017
Life's Hard Lesson
We build it up to let it fall
To dust and ruin we lose it all
From the cradle down to the grave
We live, we die just as a slave
We never do that which we preach (teach)
The goal, the end is out of reach
Peace in death we will not find
Because we leave in death life's troubles behind.
- Brad Carver Dec. 31, 2017
I'll Gladly Sink Your Ship
I will gladly sink your ship
Like the Titanic take you on a one way trip
Hit that iceberg at breakneck speed
Sow the water with your body just like a seed
Let you slowly sink or swim
While I watch idly by just on a whim
The god or devil of it all
I'm here to make the call
Do you trust me?
I hope you don't
For your sake I hope you won't
- Brad Carver Dec. 14, 2018 (Twitter Original)
The Truth?
From birth unto death we are taught how to feel
How everything in the world around is real
But is it true?
The truth I find in you?
Should we believe this land of make believe?
Taking in things as they are perceived?
I'm not impressed enough though to accept the lies
As I peer longingly at the skies
For answers from up above
Hoping for a God of love
To answer the answers I seek
As I bow humble and meek
But silence does fall
As we continue to heed the call
Of human causes
That never really ever pauses.
- Brad Carver, Feb. 25 2018
The Fight For What's Right
When what's right is wrong
And hate is the song
On the tongues of the few
The ones that govern you
Will you stand tall
Or not fight at all
As all you hold dear
Is taken away through fear?
- Brad Carver, May 1, 2018
Online & Disconnected
Online and disconnected
From a society so wholly infected
by the lies which they continue to sell
and the tales they perpetually tell
I find the truth ain't so easily found
even when you're buried deep within the ground
though time does fade away
it leaves your soul to sail and sway
into the starlit night
where your dreams take to flight
the kind that take you everywhere you go,
but that leave no ground for seeds to sow
A reality that's not so real
beyond the many feelings that you feel.
- Brad Carver, January 26, 2019
The Good Hit / Angel with a Grudge
You'll never see me coming.
I'll walk right through the door,
and by the
time you realize it you'll already have hit the floor.
Knocked down,
dragged out, screaming for help not there.
As I beat the life out of you
without so much as a care.
And out the door I'll walk again from where it all begun.
Doing that which should have already been long
done.
Cleaning house, yes I'm cleaning house of the evil that resides.
Till nowhere is it safe for the evil that is, to hide.
- Brad Carver (July 18, 2019)