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"acculturation" poems
Inception Transcribed  (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ==Inception Transcribed == by SassyJ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Copy the link below to your browser) Inception and intersection of human life are diverse. We are ushered as a blank canvas to the shores of life. Socialised with values, beliefs and cultures. Our acclimatised acculturation. Submerged in the swampy lowlands each sunk and wandering through and through. This morning I woke and left my house...... looked up to the horizons of nature. And there it was.... a revolving camera smiling at each stride I take... following me and taunting me. Unreserved in institutions, submerged in the ever decaying social structures. Why do we do what we do everyday? Is it part of the human processes and functions? To exist and be absolutely absent but present. I fret, then I smile. Trying to join the puzzles in the mazes. Ever questioning if I am here to learn or to be polluted by bureaucracy. Lets call for an assembly, announce that the town is dead. Yet, its people are gasping, breathing to fill their lives with a new paradigm. Look at me all cyanosed , the blueness of the dying veins... sunk in the redistribution and social panic. Re-engaged in the demoralised democracy. Look at me asking.... What is the meaning of life?
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Inception Transcribed (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
I want to tell you a little about my ex-girlfriend. Her name is Acculturation, I was first attracted to her because she smiled like hope was her middle name. the first words I heard outta her mouth were "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free" And I lost my breath for a second. My heart skipped a beat, she had this way, to make things sound really pretty, but when I finally reached out for her hand, so we could share the weight of our struggles together, I noticed for the first time, her hands were full. She told me, to hold on a minute, she would open the golden door behind her, as soon as I looked just like everyone inside, this gathering had a dress code, and I wasn't allowed to partake if i didn't put in an effort to please the hostess. I told her I liked the way I looked, and walked past her, Only to receive the look a snooty customer clerks give you, when you walk into an expensive store that "knows" you can't afford a single thing in there I should've known then, this thing wasn't going to work out...
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
Untitled
The bored and sick men Who's big idea was to **** More "birds" with less stones.
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
Acculturation, Simply.
prosaic prologues bewitch feeble minded scribe doth undertake tend toward lugubriousness ring tone for goodness sake echoing across, a figurative lake woebegone, where quake shutters latched storm windows, clapped closed winter season didst make physical environment lachrymose analogous to imp pond durable dark lake where sits inside secluded hut, this fledgling author named Jake a former cub (scout) at a loss to string together an aria tomb other nature and NOT FAKE, sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth especially incorporating mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words, which exertion on par with giving birth (or so I guess), a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth of help mates, doubling demonstrably deadly duty devoid of mirth totally tubular taxing toll, an essentially unbearable effort with bulging girth whereat digestion consumes latent mental ambition, especially toasty warm near the hearth which hitherto unknown to any reader twas Xmas fabrication and fiction no crime committed, nor animals harmed in the making of diction aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect to comprehend somber benediction unless perchance one lone wolf bait Oven English Major with Westernization topped off with a European debunaire suave acculturation even luckier if hypothetical personage dips daintily into forays epicurean, though careful, and alert since church fathers would frown on parsonage whose natural born ardor, a spiritual abduction stealing austerity, complacency, and objection toward forced irrational schemas averse to abnegation unfair imposition to foist upon pruriant predilection also impossible mission to sequester arbitrary animal urges, punishing call of the wild, sowing seeds a ******** accusation considered averse, then imposition contrition!
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Struggle to write
prosaic prologues bewitch feeble minded scribe doth undertake tend toward lugubriousness ring tone for goodness sake echoing across, a figurative lake woebegone, where quake shutters latched storm windows, clapped closed winter season didst make physical environment lachrymose analogous to imp pond durable dark lake where sits inside secluded hut, this fledgling author named Jake a former cub (scout) at a loss to string together an aria tomb other nature and NOT FAKE, sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth especially incorporating mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words, which exertion on par with giving birth (or so I guess), a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth of help mates, doubling demonstrably deadly duty devoid of mirth totally tubular taxing toll, an essentially unbearable effort with bulging girth whereat digestion consumes latent mental ambition, especially toasty warm near the hearth which hitherto unknown to any reader twas Xmas fabrication and fiction no crime committed, nor animals harmed in the making of diction aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect to comprehend somber benediction unless perchance one lone wolf bait Oven English Major with Westernization topped off with a European debunaire suave acculturation even luckier if hypothetical personage dips daintily into forays epicurean, though careful, and alert since church fathers would frown on parsonage whose natural born ardor, a spiritual abduction stealing austerity, complacency, and objection toward forced irrational schemas averse to abnegation unfair imposition to foist upon pruriant predilection also impossible mission to sequester arbitrary animal urges, punishing call of the wild, sowing seeds a ******** accusation considered averse, then imposition contrition!
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Where is the Kingdom?  When is the Kingdom? Sometimes it seem it is not here; not now and we We just do not know and maybe never shall.  This Is the dark night of the soul when it seems God does Not hear our prayers and we left with only our own Will to survive or not. Resigned or not we endure to The end. Imagine the Lord on the Cross.  Is not this Will to survive God  Himself in ours Self? Or not? Yet there are moments when we realize the Kingdom Here and now is ever with us .  We believe it is Eternal That we are Immortal.  When this knowing passes we are Left with Faith and hope waiting to know Love again. We do not alway see clearly but as the Apostle said: "but as Thru a glass darkly"  So much of what we learn of in our Life : history,  the daily news, and even science  does seem Antithetical to our belief.  Tells us there is another truth that Refutes and denies all that we would believe about  Our's Only the blissfully ignorant are unaffected but even our Children soon suffer from the their parent's acculturation To a prideful knowing. Remember it has been said: that the Foolishness of God is better than the wisdom of man- But We are not wholly lost to the Kingdom.  We know joy.  We Know love.  We  are awed by the beauty of the Creation.   Still we Know what we Know.  Ours spirit, our soul does not Ever totally abandon its roots in all that's holy.  There are holes In the dark glass-moments when we see and know the truth The other more glorious Truth,  The Kingdom is here now on Mother Earth not to come but always was  is and always shall be Revealing itself in so many ways.  There is a riddle here an enigma   There is somethings prevent our constant joyful knowing; that keeps Strangers, mere visitors to the Kingdom.  Imperfect beings . A paradox.  Yes and no.  One We are the children of God ever On the way.  Between zero and One there is nothing.  God has Forgotten all our misdeeds in the Kingdom.  He who makes all Things new means that the Divine must constantly be  be discovered. Perpetually wonderful requires a constant rebirth from the womb Of darkness.  The time between the darkness and the Light is no time Thus we are given the Forever.  We are Forever on the Way and The Way is a constant Revelation  there is no difference between The way and the Destination are One.  God is Love and our  Father In us.  Who ever reads this message will be heavily burdened until He passes it on.  Soon, even now my burden is lite  because I do This.  Christ said: "It is finished..."  So be it done unto you.  All of You, my friends  - Each in your own Way.  It is finished. Happy Easter
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Mar 30, 2023
Mar 30, 2023 at 2:46 PM UTC
The Kingdom Come Now or Not know
Where is the Kingdom?  When is the Kingdom? Sometimes it seem it is not here; not now and we We just do not know and maybe never shall.  This Is the dark night of the soul when it seems God does Not hear our prayers and we left with only our own Will to survive or not. Resigned or not we endure to The end. Imagine the Lord on the Cross.  Is not this Will to survive God  Himself in ours Self? Or not? Yet there are moments when we realize the Kingdom Here and now is ever with us .  We believe it is Eternal That we are Immortal.  When this knowing passes we are Left with Faith and hope waiting to know Love again. We do not alway see clearly but as the Apostle said: "but as Thru a glass darkly"  So much of what we learn of in our Life : history,  the daily news, and even science  does seem Antithetical to our belief.  Tells us there is another truth that Refutes and denies all that we would believe about  Our's Only the blissfully ignorant are unaffected but even our Children soon suffer from the their parent's acculturation To a prideful knowing. Remember it has been said: that the Foolishness of God is better than the wisdom of man- But We are not wholly lost to the Kingdom.  We know joy.  We Know love.  We  are awed by the beauty of the Creation.   Still we Know what we Know.  Ours spirit, our soul does not Ever totally abandon its roots in all that's holy.  There are holes In the dark glass-moments when we see and know the truth The other more glorious Truth,  The Kingdom is here now on Mother Earth not to come but always was  is and always shall be Revealing itself in so many ways.  There is a riddle here an enigma   There is somethings prevent our constant joyful knowing; that keeps Strangers, mere visitors to the Kingdom.  Imperfect beings . A paradox.  Yes and no.  One We are the children of God ever On the way.  Between zero and One there is nothing.  God has Forgotten all our misdeeds in the Kingdom.  He who makes all Things new means that the Divine must constantly be  be discovered. Perpetually wonderful requires a constant rebirth from the womb Of darkness.  The time between the darkness and the Light is no time Thus we are given the Forever.  We are Forever on the Way and The Way is a constant Revelation  there is no difference between The way and the Destination are One.  God is Love and our  Father In us.  Who ever reads this message will be heavily burdened until He passes it on.  Soon, even now my burden is lite  because I do This.  Christ said: "It is finished..."  So be it done unto you.  All of You, my friends  - Each in your own Way.  It is finished. Happy Easter
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asked what I desire for breakfast, replied, scones and crumpets from the good ole U. of K. with a cups of celebratory Jamaican coffee  (tee-hee) she did not even bother to snort in an elegant derisory manner, just walked away, just turned on her high heeled sneakers, (a very worthy sight), “prithee, grilled cheese sandwiches, it is then,” quoting the Bard alright. No need to ask me which cheese, she experientially knowledgeable in my hard milk acculturation, one will be home grown ameddican, real cheese, not Kraft “cheese food” the other swiss, unless smoked mozzarella is in the larder, (who has a larder anymore?) as I am in matters of cheese, I’m a transgender, formerly bisexual, but still a questionable, open minded, but globalist willing to entreat any country that values cheese above war
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Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC
What I desired for breakfast
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely) Abbreviation asper "FAKE" abdication (wishful thinking), an aberration Trump accepted abjuration (or alternative) i.e. ablation, thee apprenticed president, would never forsake abnegation (sooner his cold, dead paws pried loose Putin on the Ritz Carlton), this abomination, his indiscriminate abrogation appears (underwent) acceleration autocratic accentuation Americans aver acceptation, acclamation, acclimation, accommodation "FAKE" accreditation, averse Hispanic refugee acculturation, he blithely asseverates, viz faux ******* up) accumulation unfairly ********* accusation (baseless bigotry) scapegoating fifty plus shades brown illegal aliens despite provable residency status conveniently citing himself perforce repetition validates accustomation touts "FAKE" non hardy laurels spilt, spelt, and smelt acetification reign ruination unleashing acetylation promoting political acidulation SCOTUS acrimonious activation authoritarian smug egoistic actualization nepotism, jingoism, despotism actuation atavistic, apathetic, allergic adaptation acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent adjudication Machiavellian aggressive adjuration acrimonious atrocious administration alarming, appalling, arresting admiration abysmal, artificial, asymmetrical adoration awful adulation, ambivalent apathetic adulteration avast averse adumbration adulteration affair advocation barren aeration puffed hirsute aerosolization.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Trenchant Recalcitrant Poet Welcomes Animadversion