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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.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:14 PM UTC
How to Act
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.
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Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
There Stands a Wall
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...
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
Provoked
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.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
American
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
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
open-mindedness and the dulling of the senses ; A Poem On Freedom
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.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
The American Dream
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.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Believe It Or Not
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.
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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.
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Living, the final test
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.
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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.
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
We Are the Generation
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.
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
Raised on Bias in the Black Hills
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.
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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
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
mud flake
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
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
a cultural war
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.
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
-It is Said;
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!
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
CONVERSATION WITH A CONSERVATIVE
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!
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