#sociology
We wake before the light arrives,
Not dawn, but something staged,
The clock declares the hour as real,
Yet the body feels confined.
We dress and move to take our place
Beneath a borrowed sky,
And learn before the day begins
Which truths we must deny.
No iron binds the wrist or throat,
No warder guards the door,
Yet something tightens, notch by notch,
More certain than before.
It does not bruise, it does not bleed,
It leaves no mark to prove,
Except the grim compliance found
In everything we do.
The lights hum low and never die,
The dark is never whole,
A thousand windows flicker blue
And substitute the soul.
We scroll through polished ghosts,
A life confined to frames,
While something sacred disappears
Behind the human face.
We practice small submissions,
The nod, the tempered tone,
The careful check of many thoughts
We fear to call our own.
The ones who speak without the veil
Are marked and set aside,
Not feared for what they do,
But for what they will not hide.
No scaffold splits the public square,
No sentence rings aloud,
Yet silence serves the very same
Beneath a docile crowd.
And those who feel too much withdraw
Or stand at silent odds,
Not broken, yet unwilling still
To bow to lesser gods.
Something in them will not yield,
Though everything is tried,
A knowing none can truly teach
Yet will not be denied.
What strange affliction, then, to see
A world that has gone mad?
What sickness lies in naming loss
For all we truly have?
If order asks that we lose
The core of what is true,
Then let it keep its fragile peace,
We know what we hold to.
So, mark the ones who do not yield
Though standing set apart,
Who guard beneath the weight of things
An uncorrupted heart.
For though they walk through fractured days
Where hollow kingdoms gleam,
They are the final witnesses
To all we might have been.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
While aversely obliging
decadent demands
of the reigning, endorsed affluent,
an internal voice howls
interposingly loud
and insists I really shouldn’t:
“pitiful, weary worker,
Coerced, uncaringly ordered
and ****** by upper class rules,
will you ever tire
of being a servile martyr...
of acquiescently singing the blues?”
Yet indignantly yielding I remain,
for on the altar of entrenched conformity,
sacrificed is this entrancing sound
of truth and reason by an ear-piercing,
reticent silence en masse.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
Whilst bequeathed
are the grasping wealthy
with pilfered, false grandeur,
plundered and encumbered
are droves of working poor.
As the rancid wind
of wrongness rages
and fiercely blusters
in your faces,
arise, my brethren, arise,
effect its due demise,
for benumbed you’ve been for ages…
arise, ye battered, arise.
For shackled are your weary limbs
by gilded chains unseen,
and dulled are noble minds
by contrived and poisoned dreams;
whilst hollow men of arrogance
in swollen excess bask,
ye toil beneath oppressive suns
and seldom pause to ask
why palaces stand radiant
as children starve in gloom,
or why the fruits of countless hands
so seldom freely bloom.
As venomous decrees descend
from towering halls of stone,
and callous tongues speak coldly
of sufferings unknown,
arise, ye burdened laborers,
ye trampled and betrayed,
for tyrannies grow monstrous
when frightened hearts obey.
Though battered by exhaustion
and the grinding weight of years,
though haunted by uncertainty
and disciplined by fears,
still flickers deep within you
a fiercely sacred spark,
unquenched by all the cruelties
that thrive within the dark.
For they have long divided you
through tribe and hue and tongue,
lest unified remembrance rise
from old wounds deeply wrung;
they’ve taught the poor to war amongst
their fellow castaway,
whilst those who feast upon them all
slip quietly away.
And lo, how false the pageantry
of pomp and polished greed,
for no abundance justly blooms
from institutional need;
the banquet tables overflow
with spoils unjustly won,
whilst widows count their final coins
beneath an absent sun.
As ravenous machines of gain
consume both flesh and hour,
and human worth is bartered cheap
before the throne of power,
arise, my brethren, arise,
let not your spirits bend,
for apathy toward wickedness
invites the bitter end.
Let conscience be your lantern flame
amidst the gathering night,
and truth your unsheathed instrument
against corrupted might;
for though the tempest howls aloud
and drenches earth in dread,
still tyranny grows fearful
when awakened souls are led.
So arise, ye battered, arise,
though scarred by grief untold,
for dignity was never meant
to bow before mere gold;
and though the path be arduous
through sorrow’s bitter haze,
far better fierce resistance
than compliant, shackled days.
For fleeting are the monuments
of empires built on pain,
and fleeting too the arrogance
of those who rule through gain;
yet everlasting is the cry
for justice long denied,
thus arise, ye weary multitudes…
arise, and turn the tide.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
Bacchus was the title
Conferred to those responsible for ¹"gardening."
Zagreus, lineage of Zeus but son to ²Hades, bore another title.
The "Zageuri" lead in the night.
There were no feasts of raw flesh, but many dances and celebrations while they tended to "The Great Fire."
Of the Zageuri, Zagreus lead.
The title, rendered in Latin, is like Noctus Rex.
You see, on islands, humans have the capacity for an incomparable amount of exertable control over that of their environment.
Those of the lineage Zeus & ³chosen sons of the "God" had, along with the Baccuhi, relocated or slayed the majority of the island's predators.
All those who would not be or could not be companions, like Lupus & Lybica.
The few remaining were nocturnal.
The relocation or slaying of them, any & all nocturnal predators,
Fell to those responsible for when Darkness dawned & Night reigned.
Those "descendants" of Hades, lineage of Zeus.
And in that, "The Great Hunt," we found among the elusive,
As we had found among the obvious,
Many other intelligent animals.
Many welcomed companions.
Wherein was birthed the Zageuri title,
Noctus.
The Nocti, the owls.
Gardeners in their own right,
Yet still hunters.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
The scalpel is much like the pen,
In the hands of caring & skilled surgeons.
Tuna, Sturgeon, Trout.
If you loosed a seam
Stitch it or cauterize it - heal it,
Otherwise it's all down-stream.
If you offend,
Make right by making amends;
You are stricken by lightning.
If you misrepresent,
Apologize & correct your error by proper interpretation
Or to the caves be sent!
Judge not the judges,
For you are one & this inclination is only a natural one,
Lest you receive an unjust verdict.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
From the savagery which birthed civility;
From the meek,
I made strong.
I who go on.
I choose to pass-on,
To divide my belongings to those most deserving.
I who will work with others,
And in that way - do for them.
But never by force,
Through any medium & by any method
Of which that takes shape & form.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC
When one withholds their perspective,
This is the most sour grape.
That is like wine gone bad,
Caustic & acidic.
Destructive to the natural flow
Of the great amphoras.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
They call them crocodile tears
When animals muddy the waters
By disturbing silt or dirt
And thereby obscuring/obstructing
What is otherwise a clear view.
As like pouring wine into a cup of water.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
The Gordian Knot?
¹ The mesh of civilization.
To untie it is to understand it,
To know it.
This is to TIGHTEN it.
To cleave it is to try to conquer it;
It all comes undone,
Never to be re-strung.
You can be Prometheus,
Who was actually always celebrated,
Or you can be Aeneas -
The one who was really ChAINhed to the rock.
What matters is learning,
² All else is for naught.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
Mixing quantum theory & theology
To drive deeper, points of philosophy
That otherwise are lost
If, today, they come across
As too simplistic
Mixing my life & history with antiquity
Because so much of what is happening are
Trapped in patterns and sequences, being repeated
And to give life more interest and meaning
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 8:50 PM UTC
I don't care what other people think,
the only opinion I need is my own.
And I form it in the echo chambers
of my cold and lonely home.
I don't trust what other people say.
I've been hurt by everyone I've known.
People are mostly out for themselves.
I'm better off working alone.
People don't listen when I talk.
Don't hear my dreams and fears.
And when I share the things I think,
people often disappear.
And when I give a friend advice
and they don't do what I say,
well how can I help my friends through life?
I don't know another way.
People and I have nothing in common.
They don't understand my pain.
I used to want people around me,
but now I just move away.
Please feel free to leave some critical feedback on the poem.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 6:19 AM UTC
The inebriation of exhalation as the wild beast burns it's gut.
A trampling hoof that guides aloof this creature's weathered foot.
Time again a gait that fails
the weathered engine derails.
The other follows, a steady pace,
pursuing subtly an unfamiliar face.
Their paths crossed not without reason
though looking now it cannot see them.
What past has taught the future taunts with,
its exhausting, this furious pursuit of treats.
It helps the creature to it's feet.
What east feeds, west shall feast on.
The water offered, soon enough gone.
And though the west one was defeated,
it smiles in gratitude, almost sweetly.
But deep inside, the fire burns
the lessons learned are lost
as winter comes with a hunger born of frost.
Binary beasts, slave to each other.
Two wayward children split from their mother.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
You can explain trigonometry to a zebra,
You can blab till blue in the cheeks,
But that doesn’t at all determine,
Whether a zebra will learn trigonometry.
A piece of irony:
We expect Zebras to be black and white,
Because their appearance says so,
But what about their feelings,
Who they are as Zebras?
Luscious, rare, and totally majestic,
But most of all,
Slept on…
Like most beautiful things, a pity indeed,
But that’s nature.
You find yourself mesmerized by them,
Yet you never truly grasp their beauty.
I ponder one small thought:
What do we really know about zebras?
We know what we are told,
We know what we see,
We know what we read,
But somehow,
These zebras,
They just… unapologetically exist,
In ways that never remain consistent.
Lions hunt zebras,
and rip them a part,
Because lions assume that these zebras,
Are merely the inferior species,
Ready to be preyed upon,
Simply because they’re less dominant,
In a world of carnivorous predators.
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 7:53 PM UTC
Instead. You see, Ebony, ivory supremacies, that head-up the baskin + robbins of
23 flavors of supremacy that the united **** of assassins be, divided, conquered
the education system, working together in perfect harmony, coming up with a long-
term plan as the basis for this conspiracy, Ebony would legitimize white special
schools getting paid for by All, voucherization, by their getting special ones
like ivory has for their special supposed Christian, well off kids, the basis
of it had to be a subtle disinformation prog., 'Kid First', which was really 'My
Kid First', determining Charters, for Ebony, and the corporatizing, privatizing
of the public school system, the wants of the 'chosen' minorities, ebony, ivory,
outweighing the needs of the majority, the current destruction of public educ.
we’ve been unable to stop, followed. That backslided our education system to pre-
Plessey vs. Ferguson supremacy court ruling, to a 'separate but not equal' state.
Now, Ebony, ivory are targeting 'Zero-Tolerance', don't let them prey upon kids,
a lessening of terrorism is all we can do, by a video monitor in every classroom.
Soon they'll have done the same with the environmental, climate crisis movements.
'Environmental justice' is their panacea this time, which will allow them to get
from environment 1st of the climate crisis movement to 'my environment 1st' of the
supposed left, making sure any and all tax $ that relates only goes to improving
their demographics environments, and not to addressing climate crisis, when Earth
First is the only answer. As the lock, fix for la machine, the corp. structure,
republican conspiracy, global oligarchy, they enforce, 'might makes right', when
it only might, and always makes wrong, 'power corrupts, absolute power corrupts
absolutely'. Gandhi said, “be the change you wish to see in the world”, and "the
root of all oppression lies in (supposed) science". If you don’t want people to
be cowered you must be, "abhaya, fearlessness, most important for an individual
and a nation". Don't listen to the the silence is golden crowd, who are taking
it all the way to the bank. Exercise responsibility, or it's Siamese twin sister
freedom, will wither like an unused muscle as well. Viva solidaridad, evolucion.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 4:52 AM UTC
If darkness could have been dispersed by lamps,
Who would have longed for the moon?
If one could live alone in this vast world,
Who would have longed for ***** chums?
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Easter is
in Charlotte
again with
hemp in
their lots
the petrified
scars' cry
and lawyers
will hold
them recondite
till the
pandemic has
closed their
schools hitherto
the government
is another
peltry year
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
I is spontaneous
I is me -
without the edits from society
I is what in my head, the real her
what's inside,
words without filters
Forgive me socialites
I have yet to let your opinion decipher
Who I am internally
expectations of before and after
...But
Me
me is egotistic
me is influenced
me is the girl that society ruined
Don't say this, never do that
unconsciously self- conscious
under the influence
in tune
part of the group
in a section of the crowd
I shouldn't belong to.
I miss I
but me is the new me
I find that being alone is better
and I find solitude indulging
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
Splitting of atom,
Cloning of adam, hubris,
Leads to extinction.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
untitled (vs. imperialism + its idyllic head, which is only idolic, cult of personality)
The tug of war between our better, worser angels, voices in our heads that aren't,
an aspect of sociological schizophrenia that Westerners were all programmed with
from birth on, tears at us as it was meant to, for the divided fall to ebony, ivory,
the black and white supremacies, conquering in perfect harmony, neigh, perfect war,
which can only beget more, thus the global unending unnecessary war against all life
only increases, as the irrelevant pieces are discarded ever more, for more, now, 13000
kids a day die of lack of potable water, hunger, while the 130 running for manager-
in-chief of the world's retail store, the united **** of assassins, won't mention it
once, what the real left always fought to end. Like genocide, remember when it was
commonly understood if you knew about it and weren't fighting it you were a genocider?
Just last year Coates on the Hayes show said, "...if you think whites shouldn't be
genocided you're a racist...", a song of economic sukkkcess by ebony over ivory for
them and the republican conspiracy, for, the only other things, besides neutering of
newborns, assassinating infants in cribs, anatomical destruction and mass-raping of
kids, teens, that they have enforcing their 35 % ruling the 65 % are all the inter-
locking, laced economic systems based on scarcity instead of nature's abundance,
ever increasing the supposed garnering of ever more short-term delusional pleasures,
profits and powers, in ever more cyclical, centralizing patterns that dictate
astronomically larger real deficits over the long-term, in a word, Earth-murder,
the central organizing theme of global defacto-slavery of all by the non-renewable fuel
industrial complexes, the real left vexes with our unifying song of liberation from
and abolishing of fossil fuel use, keeping it all in the ground, which is where they
pound the real (non-socialist) greens. Why don't our hands demand "...We(e),..." climb,
our streching demand we reach only more over time, our lungs only more wind under an
only greater wingspan over time, instead of the opposite? "...We(e),..." need to
turn 360 degrees around, back to the evolution and the future humanity will only
have if you, illimitable potential, indivisible as life, leave no footprints that
follow none, which will echo forever on, in all ways, always. Viva la Evolucion.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
Whilst installed in the Blackhouse,
RumputiN's and vlad the impaler's latest
craven political attack on the military,
Against Admiral McRaven, who headed up
the capture of Osama, is just more raving.
This is clear to everyone since they,
the bi-headed underworld crown of
the bipolar axi of global supposed power,
RumputiN, republican capitalist materialists,
vlad the impaler, totalitarian socialist
materialists, put our military on TX's SE
border with Mexico, even though the "caravan"
which was 40 days away, was projected
to be arriving at the SW part instead,
A political stunt to get republican politicians
between 1/2 and 1 % more votes in the Midterms,
While it worked for the criminal gaining of votes,
The military is doing next to nothing there,
And should be allowed home by Thanksgiving.
Meanwhile, Trumpler said, the "Admiral didn't
do so well, since it took so long to capture
Bin Laden", when it was king george and his ****
cheney, who ordered Osama to be allowed to escape
from Bora, Bora to Pakistan for safe keeping in
Abbottabad, "5 miles S. of Pakistan's Westpoint".
You see, Bushs and Bin Ladens had been in business
for decades, and in the M.E. business is thicker
than blood, Bush could no more **** Bin Laden than
he could his own flesh and blood. It's well known
that he received wedding invitations to Osama's kids
weddings, etc., for years, so, Trumpler blaming
McRaven and O'bama, when they caught him in the 2nd year
of his Presidency, is just more precious examples of our
king kong sized terrible two's use of 1st conclusion,
superficial, linear thought stragedy to attack everybody,
in attempts to silence, cower most if not All, in vain.
These attacks by Trumpler are also misdirections, to take
the news cycles off: his party's extreme losses and evident
voter crime they did, like in GA, where Abrams "couldn't
concede in her Governor's race for that would mean it was
proper...", it wasn't because Gov. Elect Kemp determined that
"...it wasn't a free, fair election, ...democracy failed in GA".
Also, his illegally installing Whitaker, a criminal the FBI is
investigating, to acting Attorney General, to preside over the
Mueller investigation (cover-up for: it doesn't use the RICO act
and asked for him to answer a take home test months ago, he
hasn't even handed in yet, while "...We(e),...", got our last
take home tests in 1st grade). As well as his wasting a 1/2 a
billion of your tax $ on further militarization of our S. border.
His false, lame attacks against democratic leaders are unending.
On the letter by 16 democrat politicians who signed onto "the
leadership fight against Pelosi (for the republicans), Ocasio-
Cortez, Elect, says, "what's the point of changing just to...,
we might get a more conservative leader, for signers aren't diverse,
14 are male, very few people of color, progressives aren't signing."
I agree, why would the non-repubs get rid of their strongest
political leader going into impeachment time and 2020? The supposed
left said "Hillary wasn't perfect", and helped to install him, when,
if you didn't vote Hillary you voted for the bi-headed, RumputiN/vlad
the impaler, head of the global oligarchy and bi-polar global axi of
supposed power to dictate the extermination to extinction of humanity,
large mammals, for the corp structure's convolution's devolutionary
direction + 'la machine''s, sociological programming (machining) human
(into not) being, individually, which is the social challenge of our
day, as the convolution's dictating cult of personality is almost all
and the socialist's extemist lie that "there's no reality without
their agreement", is the political one. Don't be undone, be one well.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
sleepy hallow
would tell
a sociology
their dark
foment of
capture and
rude awakening
as superfluous
launch of
mystery in
wee hours
that could
creep beyond
there with
a retentiveness
of unfaithful
and deviated
law again
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
Twenty years ago if you
Wanted to be truly individual,
You wanted everyone to know your
Name.
Now, today, we all know everyone's
Name.
And it seems the only way
To preserve true unique individuality
Is by practicing selfless anonymity.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
They told me
"Your new lover
will make you forget
your last"
What they did not tell me
is that
this one
will make me
forget
myself
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC