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#cosmopolitan
The difference between a cosmopolitan, Of which I am, And a "globalist," Of which I am not, Is in one's compassion & patience - In one's respect & understanding. A cosmo is a citizen of the world, A denizen of the planet. This is not, As some may mistakenly think, Some sovereign citizen nonsense. This is respect for the law - universal, Those enshrined & even those not. This is recognition of another's country & governance - Of their sovereignty & rights, in like identity. A "globalist" believes, wrongly, that there should be Only one "kind" of a world. A planet under one "supreme doctrine, Usually "manifesting" in supremacy & inferiority And the "erasure" of distinction. That one's "life" is superior Because of another's "inferior" "lifestyle." In "globalism," there is no compassion And neither is there patience. There is no respect for distinctions in/of life And no understanding for different lifestyles. Observe, and share your perspective - But be respectful. Judge, and share your verdict - But be understanding. In both the formations of them And in their subsequent deliveries. Otherwise, expect not to be seen or heard from.
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Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
Moles, In Near Blindless, Make Hills
a breeze scatters the ashes from my cigarette all over my legs and onto the ground now they make tiny mountains of rubble along with burning villages where it's lights out before their inhabitants could even think of worshipping the sun parting lovers never have much to say but i think i'll write their names somewhere and forge my signature on a love letter meant for an ocean that is inexhaustibly rocking while cursing the moon for always pushing it away when it's just trying to fill her craters the spoils of history go towards making impermanent things permanent on things impermanent like the arms of those unknown and like my backpack swallowing pens maybe it wouldn't happen if we stopped romanticizing the ink my body falls in pieces from the heavens while you're on earth mingling with the best of them and it's not until halfway through a cosmopolitan that you realize you forgot to catch me and now the ants on the ground are getting stuck on a love that could have been have you ever noticed the shape of hearts gives them a symmetry that makes them capable of being folded and neatly tucked away out of all the people you've met in your life how many of them would you reach in your pocket and unfold one for if there's a reason i've melted it's because my cigarette tastes an awful lot like you
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 2:26 PM UTC
travel size hearts ii (the universe is slowly dying and so are we)
I don't know what it holds, I never did. Although I can't traverse past the speed of light, of late I've been wondering what lies beyond this point. My journey to the west has triggered this feeling; the complement of nostalgia. Strangely, I can hear the whispers from the other side in the chaotic and cacophony-ridden west. The beauty of a cosmopolitan. I'm positive. The sounds are telling, like music from the Congo; Beautiful. It's true. We live in Schrodinger's paradox. But these sounds are telling.
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
L'Avenir
In my striving to achieve joy and happiness, I find it useful to study carefully all the hundreds of cultures of the world to discover how each culture achieves joy and happiness in their own unique way. For example: What food do they eat to achieve nutrition-joy and taste-joy? What music do they listen to to achieve music-joy? How do they dance to achieve dance-joy? How do they govern themselves to achieve a joyful and happy society? How do they feel and think to achieve joy and happiness?
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:46 AM UTC
Cosmopolitan-Curiosity?
I look up, out of the car window, and somehow I forget that I am here and not there, and it’s a momentary relief mixed with bewilderment, but then it ends, and I’m crushed by where I’m not. I don’t believe in a location called ‘home,’ but I miss certain locations more than others, and I’d like to feel in place. Isn’t the world supposed to be full of people who are also confused and out of place? I’m not the only one, the only alien on this odd planet, but when I look around, I still feel isolated.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
spatial awareness
“Lool, maybe I could come whisk you away” He quipped Be serious! I’d love to A date, on a date with you, Nothing too serious, of course. Maybe lunch, dinner and discourse. I’d love to watch you laugh over a meal! ....delete Well, if you’re serious we could fix Something. I think I like you and it’d be nice To meet. Let’s do something, Maybe ice cream? Rufus and bees? Or a movie? ...delete “Lool, big head” ... Enter. “Hehe” – he goes.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
Big Head
Before the sun rise Before you open your eyes Before you check your cell I will, be there Before you think a while Before you say a word Before you write something I will, be there Before the dark silent nights Before you start to dream Before you wish something I will, be there A promise to be felt.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
Everywhere
(For context, I went to...) British Kindergarten in England, French Elementary in Switzerland, International MS in England, French HS, then Int'l HS in Korea, (And then completed...) Undergraduate studies in NJ, USA, 9-month gap year in Hong Kong, Graduate studies in QC, Canada. ------------------------------------------------------------ I have shattered my identity. Frequently. Involuntarily. I have undergone assimilation. Socially. Psychologically. I have encountered discrimination. Directly. Racially. I have endured isolation. Grievingly. Impotently. I have ill-wished on others. Subconsciously. Unintentionally. HOWEVER – I have learned to be human. Individually. Collectively. I have discovered empathy. Emotionally. Compassionately. I have gained knowledge. Culturally. Geographically. I have acquired expertise. Intellectually. Linguistically. I have become a citizen. Locally. Globally. Perhaps we who are born and meant to move, Are intended to, and exist to locomote forever, Walking lands, sailing oceans, mastering the world.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
The Pains And Gains Of A "Fifth" Culture Kid
Cosmopolitan: 
Up against the shower walls. We were both naive.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Three