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Is  no one talking about the real generational rot?. The festering resentment from those who never actually believed in progress, who never wanted equality, who were only ever playing along because the world forced them to. Civil rights? Integration? Multiculturalism? They tolerated it like a tumor they couldn't cut out and now, through Trump, they think they finally found the scalpel.

The Karens and MAGA grandmas, bedazzled bibles in one hand, Facebook conspiracy **** in the other, throwing their retirement funds at a lying, cheating, racist conman because deep down, he’s the first one to say out loud what they've been simmering with for decades: “You were right to hate them. You were right to be afraid. And now it’s okay to come out of the closet—your hate is holy now.”

This isn’t political. It’s a spiritual backlash. A resurrection of bigotry dressed up in patriot drag.

And the kids in cages? 1,583 children never accounted for since his first time in office . Not lost. Gone. The GOP mouth-breathers love to talk about "child trafficking" when it's convenient for them, but where  were they when ICE was running literal concentration camps with no birth certificates, no accountability, and no way to reunite families?

They weaponized Christianity, turned empathy into a sin, and empathy for brown kids into treason. “Law and order” became a euphemism for state-sponsored kidnapping.

They expected docile, smiling minorities. But that ain’t what they got. They got the anger. The rebellion. The consequence. And instead of asking why the anger existed, they doubled down on their fear, built bunkers in their hearts, and voted for anyone who promised to bring back 1952.

All the while, the system that enabled this **** corporate media, billion-dollar churches, bought politicians, blind cops keeps grinding us down, numbing us with fake scandals, echo chambers, and distractions. They’ve turned the entire country into a rage feedback loop.

The sermon they’ve been itching to hear since Brown v. Board. Since Loving v. Virginia. Since Stonewall. Since Barack Hussein Obama walked into the White House and didn’t apologize for it.
The Koch brothers funneled  the collection plate  to crush him and filibuster into inconsequence.
So do you ever ask yourself what echo chamber you belong to?

What feedback loops are you stuck in?

Google only shows you what you want to see. Every single Google search is customized specifically for  each person.
Chances are you don't even know how to find the truth, and you're not allowed to.  
Spread that like the gospel.

Be honest with yourself.
Call out the cultists for what they are. It's a cult.
They've justified their hate and they funded it. And now they're more than supporting fascism.
And we all know the worst is yet to come. He's not just gonna walk away from that office.
kevin Sep 3
I swears as seeings
Mama tha Emily, "c'mon guys"
Shove off mother's intuition

Won't change (grumps momma day shorts)

Add paint thinning?

A perfume bottle emptied
Losing kettles cabinet calls
Personal nano space explores full
Garb

Average arrival woman above flat panorama


Lithograph 1 from mailbox

Google lithograph entrance of America?
kevin Aug 17
Veronicas corporate tent covid isolationists imp potent Teamworks extravaganza freedoms

Liberties down
Sights on seen
Radio wave nypd

Brewster

Here's to Taylor Momsen & momsensloane
Love kev

Halve the butted Plateau of sourdough

Newspapers don't journal with loss in time
The times they are a changing

Mortgage me kylie

Terms and conditions
Atticuspoetry 1

No show
No call
Emptied Buddha days

Anne Rice the walk
CE Uptain Aug 15
Googled a bit, man I feel smarter
Spray can painting, operation of a lumber yarder
It showed everything, from shopping to the Walmart farter
How to be you, where to use cream of tarter

Google is so smart, it always answers back
Even us old folks don’t mind giving it a wack
Once we learn to point and click enough
We can actually remember a whole lots of stuff

Google got pictures, more shopping and life advice
All at our fingertips, isn’t that so nice
If you don’t get it, you can always ask twice
AI tightens its grip, now we’re in a smart vice

Google me this and search for all that
Sit in your chair and research why your fat
Learn to tie your shoes, how to wear a hat
Check out funny videos of some **** cat

Google didn’t help Papa talk to his friends
He didn’t need cell phones, dots and dashes he sends
Mamaw never used it to know how to make ends
Now we just all believe, whatever posts then trends

p.s. I” HAVE TO” use it all the time, that’s why I can write (*****) about it.
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How to find inspiration?
Google says;
-Try new routines.
-Expose yourself to new environments.
-Start engaging in activities to stimulate your brain.
(EA, Connecting with people, Connecting with nature, Brain Teasers Magazine 1937.)

I say,
Google is a robot.
Trying it’s best to understand,
Lofty human ideals,
When it was programmed to be down to earth.
The real secret sauce of poetry,
Journaling, noveling, shortstorying,
Is living.
I like new books,
Under new skies,
Trying to adapt to a new life.
You may like storm clouds rolling over mountain tops,
Or a crowded dance floor playing Spanish house music,
Neil likes punk rock.
When you’re out for inspiration,
The best place to go,
Is a place you know,
Or a place you’ve never been.
Today’s new book is ‘The Future’ by Neil Hilborn. A very down to earth slightly sarcastic take on poetry. Gifted to me by my like minded cousin Logan, it’s all about getting there, not where you end up.
Lee Holloway Jun 13
Is it possible to sleep so long you die?
can we take a week off work for heartbreak?
how do you function without coffee?
where can I buy a new face & body?

Is it bad to put magic in your ***?
does anyone actually know what they are doing in life?
is it ok to cry during a wrestling match?
how many days until a dead body starts to stink?

Does a cat know when you're *******?
does it feel good to stab someone?
is it possible for something to only be slightly mangled?
and is the world ending?

Do seahorses taste like shrimp?
at what point do you stop looking like a jacket potato?
does anyone know any good cults to join?
where tf are y'all finding true love?
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and love
Where eagles and doves soar above
Where people swim and surf
And chat about Google Chrome.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where spring is the best season
Welcome to Earth, grandson
Where people talk and walk
Where soon you will use a fork
And a knife to eat like everybody else
In order to feed a bigger body in the house.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
To be with a big and talented family
In order to sing and play music, to see beauty
And misery, to help and to write about everything
Under the sun, the moon and a beautiful spring.

The world is not perfect
And nobody is always correct
Welcome Home, my boy
Believe me
Life is not a perfect toy
Please trust me.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people dream and hope
Disappoint and rise up to fight
Wash off dirt with water and soap
And get fraught in the middle of the night.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Be safe and be ready to surf
And to learn more about Google Chrome
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to Baby Luca Levi, my grandson.
Good Health, Long Life, Hope, Peace and Love!

Copyright © March 26, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
How
How do I beat writers block?
How do I scale a wall,
Google won't give me answers at all.

How do I fix a broken star?
How do I mend a shattered dream,
Is the answer hidden in the stream?
Suffering writer's block rn
Hastfan Aug 2023
I see vivid, my vision flowered
All the colours, i call them ours
Afterimages and my poems
Branded on my eyeball's moments

Blue does spread like food colouring
Dropped in my vision spluttering
I close my eyes to escape the noise
But all it changes, is the background choice

I see the bright blue sky
With floaters, sparkles and vivid lies
And sometimes my hands are dissapear
Beneath shadows leftover from lights bright near

But all in all it is alright
After all i could lose my sight?
And that is without mentioning my ears
that have been ringing for years.
If you were a painting
You'd be a masterpiece.
I see beauty in all kinds in people
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