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KJ
Nov 2014
When it seems like the light is coming through
the darkness comes back
like a PARASITE attached to an animal anxious to get out
the animal might seem loud and rambunctious
but its true disguise from the predators after it
just another scared animal
by itself, all alone in the huge world do despair
why doesn't the parasite
just let go,put the little animal out of its misery,leave it alone
for all the parasite knows the animal loves it
the animal spends its days putting on a happy face for every one else to see
but when it is alone
it cryed Mississippi and Ohio rivers
the parasite was all fun and games at first
while a HUMAN was caring for the little creature
seeing what the parasite was doing to it
crying in pain getting weaker every minute
he came one day and rescued her from the parasite
instantly the little creature knew what love felt like
a handsome MAN and his beautiful furry LITTLE WILD ANIMAL
the end on the parasite
the end on the horrible attitude and thoughts
but why does she still miss the parasite
if all it was doing was causing the animal pain
then why does she feel so empty
**IF LOVING IT WAS WRONG?!?!?!?!?!?
the darkness comes back
like a PARASITE attached to an animal anxious to get out
the animal might seem loud and rambunctious
but its true disguise from the predators after it
just another scared animal
by itself, all alone in the huge world do despair
why doesn't the parasite
just let go,put the little animal out of its misery,leave it alone
for all the parasite knows the animal loves it
the animal spends its days putting on a happy face for every one else to see
but when it is alone
it cryed Mississippi and Ohio rivers
the parasite was all fun and games at first
while a HUMAN was caring for the little creature
seeing what the parasite was doing to it
crying in pain getting weaker every minute
he came one day and rescued her from the parasite
instantly the little creature knew what love felt like
a handsome MAN and his beautiful furry LITTLE WILD ANIMAL
the end on the parasite
the end on the horrible attitude and thoughts
but why does she still miss the parasite
if all it was doing was causing the animal pain
then why does she feel so empty
**IF LOVING IT WAS WRONG?!?!?!?!?!?
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2018
mistletoe, swans, storks
Mateuš Conrad
Jan 2018
the second phase of marxism is:
why do people enforce Hegel
to commad, when neglecting
Kant?
i find Kant to be neglected...
of all schwabe...
bewildering: like admiring
a yoyo sling...
if there ever was
a dialectical materialism,
capitalism is profound,
in that it killed communism when
communism was a premature
death -
too young to
match up to the relieved serfdom -
yet communism will continue
to subvert,
it will sentence
the subconscious with a tease -
said poet - said terse -
otherwise the scaffold!
dialectical materialism has
morphed into
dialectical historiology -
could it be an exclusion
of space? by comparison
the 20th century is absolute
in these times, its not relative,
yet relativism pervades
the narrative...
we always and always
have lived in absolute times,
the allude to relativism
in a framework of temporal
affairs will never achieve
spatial democracy,
untied from the spaghetti past...
love it or loath it,
the 2nd phase of
the: ignoring Kant while
fervently adamant concerning
Hegel trusts what is
already apparent:
journalism is a trans-categorical,
szubrajce!
journalism's primo
concern is the loser white
living with his parents,
little do they know of the investment
paid by the man who
entertains being patient...
journalists,
the ones who send their grandparents
to homes for the elderly,
quack out a Bulgarian **** joke
by now...
a baby is far from an Alzheimer -
rotten memory,
rekindle imagery of
lost years...
ensure that memory is
a citadel, and not some
meagre fancy worth the pillage;
of those who find thought
least entertaining,
find morality the hardest
the fathom -
for the said concern,
lacking a mediating ought -
principle theta;
buckle on the P -
boss around a cleavage,
pardon, rho alt romeo,
ultimatum grzechotnik...
rattler... god i hate crosswords.
- because of journalism
history has become irrelevant...
i hate journalists,
journalists are to me
the grand inhibitors of
what's necessary: inhibitions...
the journalist is the new Jew
to me...
a leech, a parasite,
akin to the parody of a kiss
under a mistletoe...
ever set foot on Slavic lands?
ever see a tree, plagued by
a mistletoe?
mistletoe is a parasite...
yet you kiss beneath it,
cranium above myrhh's worth
of crown...
jemioła,
ever see a tree riddle with this
parasite?
as i once said:
the cancerous man better
invite the sight of the botanical
cancer akin to the mistletoe...
only in Slavic lands,
akin to mole mounds
(maulwurfhügel -
germanem, faust, chem -
czyli chmiel; zdrowo)...
and yet the social norm is
to kiss beneath this botanical
scurvy...
easier seen
on a botanical body
than on a heaving gloat -
yet have you ever seen
mole mounds, or mistletoe
on a tree in its wintry skeletal
form?
what a sad sight...
but a sight kept, as reminder...
western lands do not
allow such trivialities -
quasi-germanic Gaels -
akin to the labours
of the mistletoe -
sometime mistaken for
abandoned nests of migrating
birds -
man lost,
in the advent, atomising
the percularity of swan
and stork nobility -
namely monogamy...
feeble man knows not
the sixth sense bypassing
sight of ghosts:
fickleness -
and chance of adequate
temperament stagnate-:
for the exploration of
the civilised caste.
mistletoe is a botanical
parasite...
in the wild i've
seen it green on branches
of birches and oaks -
while the host hibernated
the parasite grew...
yet this kiss-me-lovely
parasite never managed
to bind itself
to the acidity of the pine,
the evergreen, the prickly
needlework of insomniac
tree...
and they
make amends with a kiss,
under a parasite...
how horrid wild
mistletoe is,
perverse,
nonetheless,
what else to comfort a cancern
patient with,
if not a tree labouring
with a likened strain
of excessive bulge?
o, right...
dialectical materialism has
been replaced by
dialectical historiology...
at least the 1st tier
achieved something akin
to competition...
the second tier of communism
is merely confusion...
economical model intact...
yet talk of ****; thoroughly.
why do people enforce Hegel
to commad, when neglecting
Kant?
i find Kant to be neglected...
of all schwabe...
bewildering: like admiring
a yoyo sling...
if there ever was
a dialectical materialism,
capitalism is profound,
in that it killed communism when
communism was a premature
death -
too young to
match up to the relieved serfdom -
yet communism will continue
to subvert,
it will sentence
the subconscious with a tease -
said poet - said terse -
otherwise the scaffold!
dialectical materialism has
morphed into
dialectical historiology -
could it be an exclusion
of space? by comparison
the 20th century is absolute
in these times, its not relative,
yet relativism pervades
the narrative...
we always and always
have lived in absolute times,
the allude to relativism
in a framework of temporal
affairs will never achieve
spatial democracy,
untied from the spaghetti past...
love it or loath it,
the 2nd phase of
the: ignoring Kant while
fervently adamant concerning
Hegel trusts what is
already apparent:
journalism is a trans-categorical,
szubrajce!
journalism's primo
concern is the loser white
living with his parents,
little do they know of the investment
paid by the man who
entertains being patient...
journalists,
the ones who send their grandparents
to homes for the elderly,
quack out a Bulgarian **** joke
by now...
a baby is far from an Alzheimer -
rotten memory,
rekindle imagery of
lost years...
ensure that memory is
a citadel, and not some
meagre fancy worth the pillage;
of those who find thought
least entertaining,
find morality the hardest
the fathom -
for the said concern,
lacking a mediating ought -
principle theta;
buckle on the P -
boss around a cleavage,
pardon, rho alt romeo,
ultimatum grzechotnik...
rattler... god i hate crosswords.
- because of journalism
history has become irrelevant...
i hate journalists,
journalists are to me
the grand inhibitors of
what's necessary: inhibitions...
the journalist is the new Jew
to me...
a leech, a parasite,
akin to the parody of a kiss
under a mistletoe...
ever set foot on Slavic lands?
ever see a tree, plagued by
a mistletoe?
mistletoe is a parasite...
yet you kiss beneath it,
cranium above myrhh's worth
of crown...
jemioła,
ever see a tree riddle with this
parasite?
as i once said:
the cancerous man better
invite the sight of the botanical
cancer akin to the mistletoe...
only in Slavic lands,
akin to mole mounds
(maulwurfhügel -
germanem, faust, chem -
czyli chmiel; zdrowo)...
and yet the social norm is
to kiss beneath this botanical
scurvy...
easier seen
on a botanical body
than on a heaving gloat -
yet have you ever seen
mole mounds, or mistletoe
on a tree in its wintry skeletal
form?
what a sad sight...
but a sight kept, as reminder...
western lands do not
allow such trivialities -
quasi-germanic Gaels -
akin to the labours
of the mistletoe -
sometime mistaken for
abandoned nests of migrating
birds -
man lost,
in the advent, atomising
the percularity of swan
and stork nobility -
namely monogamy...
feeble man knows not
the sixth sense bypassing
sight of ghosts:
fickleness -
and chance of adequate
temperament stagnate-:
for the exploration of
the civilised caste.
mistletoe is a botanical
parasite...
in the wild i've
seen it green on branches
of birches and oaks -
while the host hibernated
the parasite grew...
yet this kiss-me-lovely
parasite never managed
to bind itself
to the acidity of the pine,
the evergreen, the prickly
needlework of insomniac
tree...
and they
make amends with a kiss,
under a parasite...
how horrid wild
mistletoe is,
perverse,
nonetheless,
what else to comfort a cancern
patient with,
if not a tree labouring
with a likened strain
of excessive bulge?
o, right...
dialectical materialism has
been replaced by
dialectical historiology...
at least the 1st tier
achieved something akin
to competition...
the second tier of communism
is merely confusion...
economical model intact...
yet talk of ****; thoroughly.