#conservative
Born into *******
in an intangible prison
for the mind.
"Don't do this.
Don't do that.
Suppress your urges.
Stop thinking for yourself.
The world is just the way it is.
Go with the flow.
Stop being so difficult.
Become one of us.
Life is meaningless."
Classical conditioning
tames the naive.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:14 PM UTC
The wall stood heavy,
It separated epos in the tale.
Cuts and stains; all around,
Didn't yield to the strongest gale.
They claim the walls were always there;
Before the initiation of time.
Though veiled, unknown, and silent still,
They shaped the lustrous dime.
The breaking of the wall began,
Harmony grew on both sides.
Then came the old guards
An agony of backward tides.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
What is happening?
I socialism the strive?
Where is the resistance, the provocation?
Where is the different mind, the politically incorrect thoughts?
I'm a proud conservative, and I miss the different views of perspective.
I miss a real opinion...
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
My pieces scattered,
no more sacred
than dust
on the wind.
Lately, the outside
world has felt
cold, foreign,
and alien.
(Especially anything
American.)
Of course, being in this
wave of blue,
I would be hacked
to death.
I feel innocent in my arrogance.
A drudge to the syrup tin,
cheap and sufficient—
the honey hoarded.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
You claim to be open-minded, yet you set boundaries which uninspire
You’re judgmental and don’t love people who are different, you only love the “different” that you choose
Your life doesn’t allow for true freedom, only freedom within a limit of constraints that were set by others, a freedom that won’t last forever
Your alternative lifestyle is draining and anything conservative is to be shunned
There is no balance
And one day you’ll find that between the laughter, the celebration, and overall dulling of the senses, that you are unhappy
And tired of being free
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Blue skies and apple pies
Football games and guns to aim
40 hours of work and fireworks
Heteronormativity and conformity
White tranquility in the midst of police brutality
White terrorism claiming nationalism
What is the American Dream?
Shutdowns and cages and riches for ages
Fascism raises from hateful rampages
Families taken away from their own
These are a few of Trump's favorite things.
What is the American dream?
A flag always at half-mast
In preparation for the next mass shooting
Killing the poor with a minimum wage
That can't even afford rent
Mocking the people we stole this land from.
America the land of the free
Construct of the patriarchy
Thousands of dollars in medical bills
Treating our oceans like landfills.
Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light
A country so broken the end is in sight.
Capitalistic ideals that possess the rich
Destroying the poor as we're thrown in a ditch
Together we must rise above
And show Trump's cult what we're made of.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Believe it or not,
I come from a conservative Islamic family,
My Life is based on Islamic principles,
But,I don't feel caged,
In fact, I feel at peace,calm and safe.
Home is where you live,
Home life is on the principles of Faith in Allah,
And its two arms patience and gratitude to HIM.
Trust, kindness and above all respect for each other is a must,
A visitor who knocks on your door is as good as an angel,
He should be greeted and treated with courtesy,
Greetings create a bond in the name of Allah,
Parents are our peers and given utmost respect,
We never speak out of context to them.
Breakfast,lunch and dinner is a family affair,
We all sit on the floor in a circle with a big aluminium thaal (plate) in the middle,
And partake our portion of food from there,
Before eating we begin with Bismillah and a pinch of salt.
Women cover their heads all the time with a dupatta,
When they go out they wear a hijab.
Women are prohibited to talk loudly but some do,
What goes behind close doors between a husband and wife should remain between them,
Not to wash the ***** linens in public.
Music is not allowed in islam but most of us do,
A Muslim must pay part of his earnings as zakat (charity).
From birth till death our lives depend on the sound advise of our Spritual Leader,
I am delighted I have somebody to guide me,
He makes sure each and every community member is provided with lunch,
So no one goes to sleep hungry,
Most of all festivals are community based gatherings so no one is alone,
I am the lucky one,not imprisoned.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
cliche. click
I'm lost without you
you glanced my way and said,
"how do you know?"
I don't.
I won't.
I can't.
You glance away and say,
"maybe so."
Life's the test.
----
stand alone or be rejected
objected
the subject of the action word
conjecturing the meaning
Hector's pride brought the mass.
Was that made sacred? Yechhh.
Higgs's made real, massive change
end of the world
as we knew it, 2012, mass means more than x-mas
The message in the messenger from Greece's God,
"Hold fast, hold on, Hector, be
hold-- what a drag"
Achilles, shoulda had anger management.
Suppose, Achilles's momma had trusted
whatever the protection was to be,
divine, that kind o' dad,
it warn't gonna let 'im drown.
She coulda just tossed 'im in,
sink or swim, knowing, in her inner parts,
the protector's promise,
memorized, since the red tent.
Pandora's last hope trumps fire,
and flood,
Wee Achilles woulda squirmed, and swam,
invincible, every inch soaked,
it could been, but, you know,
Achilles's momma could not let go.
And the rest is mythtery.
---
the sign said follow the money,
but money is invisible, so I played like
I could see what other folk
saw.
Lot o'them took time to tell me,
"Only believe", or "trust, and obey".
Streets of gold,
we'll slide back
down on silk stockings
hung on spider thread
above the flames
that boil the kettle in the center of
the whole round world,
nobody in our family ever once
believed the world is flat,
nor that Jesus once was blue and had four arms,
stop me.
I was wrong, I, myself, can imagine
Jesus dressed as Rama,
who was blue and had four busy arms, in truth.
hallowed ev'ening of the light,
settling sun, lead in the night, when all
see monsters, every where,
no one will notice me. Watch and see.
OH OH, ****** me by my pigtail, lift me to the third
floor, two stories past tellestial,
kingdom come,
which the mormon at my door testified
the angelic ***** had told Brigham 'n'em,
in the spirit, he agreed, not face to face.
tellestial is as close to hell as a Mormon man can go,
and,
he said, "If you could see it, you'd die to go.
It's so much better than this."
Joe Smith, said that, according to his agent.
I pondered,
chewed a cud, as I could recall, holy cows do.
I leaned back, put one boot to rest,
on the bricks behind my knee,
A modified Crane pose, I suppose.
I folded my arms and stared that boy
right in the eye.
I said, "Wanna try?"
"We gotta bridge up the road a piece,
sure as haell,
we'll see if it's a lie, at least."
Then I repented.
That hell imagined by Joe and all them zionic-messengers,
they was guesses, at the best. But the feelers at my door,
they was bein' tempted
to put their own faith to the test.
I grow bolder. The experiment worked.
I know.
Same ol' story...
-She said it tasted,
okeh,
first time that word was ever heard or tasted.
Cool,
**** cold, evil, winter, summer, sweat, mosquitos, evil cold,
I'm sorry!
How do you know?
What's blame?
Oh, that, and shame, I know that,
epi genetically be guile-ish. gullibility
gone in one bite.
Taste and see, he saw her say, or thought
he did
Like a switch, with more capacitance,
than the cells of knowing can resist,
in the first few months of being matter in time.
Knock a fella in the head
with knowing all the hows of evil,
along with all the why of not,
the most beautiful woman in the world,
no contest,
naked, and he knows.
Thinkin' straight ain't in the plan.
Precedent set forever,
no plan survives first sight of a naked woman after learning what naked means,
according to the tutor in blame,
who sat glumly on Adam's shoulder
explaining as the jist
of the story unrolls, "naked is evil,
you are naked", no word, just
thinkin'
good luck if yer helpin' him stand,
Wham
spoken words heard and
obey essence initial instantiation
revere
lionize,
oops, Idols. The idea of idols. Don't imagine anything like that.
Gabriel came with that very message all over his face.
Knowin' evil and doin' it, not the same.
Learn to drive and do the math,
Then we talk about artifice beyond the ken of mortal minds,
not worry,
it is written, We have the mind of Christ,
but as an augmentation really,
we can fact check,
but, honest,
a heretic has to use any augmentations right,
or the being powers will
objectify his reason for being, and reject him, for
the sin of defining the happiness he ensues.
You with me?
----
This was to be my comment,
but it called out for search engine priority of purpose
Nothin', I was thinkin' --
we never get trick or treaters,
tho' an occasional Mormon team will try to climb my hill,
then I un cussed my thoughts
with my inner self and we agreed.
He who would catch fish,
must venture his bait.
Net criticism's needed, if anything is to get better than this.
Wise ones say, it ain't easy,
but true rest,
I can testify, it's found along the way.
Hallowed be your even-ing, level up,
trick or treat?
not on that old man's hill,
somethin' weird, too peaceful there.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
We are what our parents' parents
taught them to fear.
The atom of liberated thought,
the shallow, the queer, the lazy.
We are what our fathers were not,
or what they never had the ***** to be.
We are united by the hypothesis
of instant pleasure.
We are measured by dollar signs,
nickels, dimes, roaring down
Penny Lane blaring hip-hop,
dropping the surnames and
blaming the slave trade for
the stains on our rap sheets.
We are what comes after the comma
in the history book sentence,
sentenced to life in mind-drug prison.
Listen!
We are going nowhere but forward.
We are the generation of disorder,
hoarders of unrealized potentials
who cross borders
just to say we did so.
We are the flame of ******* science
turning your bibles into embers.
We are the generation that
remembers to forget.
Let us take an inch and we will
turn it into a mile so you can
watch us march down it single-file
while you pray to god we don't
make it to Capitol Hill.
You know we will.
Listen!
We are the generation.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
I was born under great open skies,
Brought up with the smell of coal-black smoke
Hovering over the family farm.
I grew as distant sounds of whooping
Echoed like thunder across the land
And I was raised on bias, which clung
To the white men of the Black Hills like
Their guns, their religion, and their homesteads.
Those Hills are no place for me.
Look at my multi-colored dress, the
Multi-million-dollar stage, the
Multi-colored lights hanging over me.
This is my home. I thrive in this place.
Gone are the chiefs and their headdresses.
Gone are the dream-catchers and stories
Of battles between Unkthei, the
Serpant, and Wakinyan, the eagle.
Gone is Crazy Horse, always wily
Like the winter fox.
All cast off for a new life of bias.
I make the formula that nurtures
Bias in every little kid’s mind.
Every day’s the same. I spew my words,
My angry, petrol-soaked vitriol,
Which deludes their minds. They’ll be
“pigs” in the not-too-distant future.
In a way, this life disappoints me.
The trailer homes of Indians were
Run-down and forgotten about.
They lived lives of quiet desperation. No
Spotlights shined on their struggles.
The men who killed their kin were immortal.
But pow-wows in South Dakota were
***** dingy, and dark, yet they were
Attended by many a native.
The farms were barren and gray,
Stockpiles of grain long gone, given to
The plutocratic hands of Washington.
Aunt Ida clung to this world.
Aunt Ida is dead and forgotten.
I was raised on bias in the Black
Hills, and I will stay biased for the rest
Of my days. Why would I give it up?
Joseph, the great Chief, never know
Such a life.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
well layers
are peeling
for Trump
as they
have come
to light
there in
New York
that still
flashes Hildebrand
deeply in
rhetoric while
Solzhenitsyn has
decried labor
camps and
Putin still
looks blank
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
a constitution
inquiring for
debate that
resides there
a book
in prophesy
those coming
years with
barter awhile
that journals
any turn
around that
apocalypse has
with balderdash
then spoken
tracts in
between crosshairs
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
If you are not a liberal
when you are young
You have no heart
But as you grow older
if you are not a conservative
You have no brains.
Somewhere there is a place
for compassionate conservatives
That is where I stand.
Centerpoint.
Reaching as far as my hands can possible stretch
In both directions.
-R.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
You are a 2017 conservative?
And proud.
A dedicated believer in Jesus?
I say it loud!
You believe in the Constitution?
As far as it goes.
Is there something wrong with it?
Every Conservative knows.
What would you change if you could?
We’d throw out foreigners.
But weren't all Caucasians foreigners once.
Don’t be a dunce.
But, we were. We came from Europe.
That’s just an excuse.
You doubt what I just said to you?
No, but it’s a ruse.
In what way is what I asked a ruse?
It doesn’t fit the issue.
So, equality for everyone is no good?
It’s as thin as tissue.
There are people who are less deserving?
You **** right.
Like who? (I find this all most unnerving.)
Anyone who isn’t white!
So, just the white people in our land?
You got it now.
Doesn’t the Constitution say they are equal?
That’s for those who bow.
Bow to who? Of who do you approve?
Christian Whites, of course!
And the rest can just go die or move?
I’ll say it until I'm hoarse.
It seems that you don’t approve of this country?
Just the government.
But, isn’t it built to serve and protect all of us?
That’s not what they meant!
The founding fathers didn’t mean all of us?
No, they meant Christian Whites!
And what about the rest of us citizens?
You were never supposed to have rights.
So, non-Caucasians are God's only people?
That's what I said.
But Jesus was a Jew, and not a Causasian.
Put that out of your head.
But you wouldn't let him have any rights today?
Jesus would see into my heart.
I wonder if he heard all this, what he would say?
You think you're so smart!
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC