"amelioration" poems
No option, but to be perceived
Violent, Aggressive, Irrational
Identity becoming an other
Words of malice, they mystify
Words of ignorance, they vilify
Subverting consciousness and articulation
Our identities, fighting to be
Autonomous landscapes
Hoping in anticipation for liberation
No real notion of we or me
Implicating it's inhuman to be foreign
When they represent as much of we and me
Scandalizing alternative identities as subversive
Advancing erasures in favor of hegemony
Propaganda favoring what is most white
Amelioration for the obliteration of cunning identity?
No more cooperation, ****** the euphemisms
That cover up, and help justify marginalization
Our identities, fighting to be
Autonomous landscapes
Hoping in anticipation for liberation
Time to **** ****** massacre eurocentric ideology
We preach no violence, being not them, just we
But cannot request to be free, must tear it out by force
Eurocentric ideological pandemic inhabiting, inhibiting the soul of mankind
Unthinkable abomination concealed in the veil of appropriated minds
Necessitating exorcism for the incarcerated conscious mind
When we completely violate mandates of eurocentric ideology
When only we appropriate our own identity
When we all nullify the color of our skin
As profanity or inadequacy
Our identities, fighting to be
Autonomous landscapes
Hoping in anticipation for liberation
Will be awaiting purgation from alienation
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Blanket
+
Tea
+
Chocolate
+
Glasses
+
Book
+
Lounge
+
Rain
=
Amelioration
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
the salience
of your radiance
gives variance
to the ambience
of the adoration
of this,
my
dis-inclination
especially when in relation
to the repatration
of the
degenerate generation
in need of inspiration
and
determined dedication
to decode
the conjurations
of the corporations
before the
expiration
and
impending cessastion
of life's
inhalation.
total amelioration
stagnation or salvation
you, now,
need to make a
decision
of
dicerned discrimination
whithout
halt or
hesitation
requiring
patience
in the face
of dumb defiance
in applying the appliance
of the science
of change
of ever permutating alteration
and
transformative
alliance.
so that, we all
remain
insane.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
.
I swear there's no desperation ,
~ I'm inoculated with self love.
an amelioration in self appreciation ,
I've taught myself the how.
yet the velvet core in my heart ~
yearns to be caressed
& engulfed in warmth ,
~ feeling summery Hawaii ~
with no snare or snag or con.
for I give the world ,
all my tender zeal ,
and unsolicited adoration -
which backfires, 9 out of 10 ,
Though I never seek, reciprocation.
But, there exists...
a glint
a tickle
of AbSoLutE craving
a spec
a freckle
of great raging longing
for all the worlds attention
to fill my chalice of a soul
- to the brim
~ with affection.
Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 9:37 AM UTC
Fission, fusion.
Derision after derision.
Creation, destruction.
Degredation after degredation.
Combination, seperation.
Decay after decay.
Fusion, fission.
Praise after praise.
Destruction, creation.
Amelioration after amelioration.
Splitting, collaboration.
Growth after growth.
I know only
That I know nothing!
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
They drowned her
into a dark swamp,
and she was sunk
deeper and deeper.
But with her robust spirit
she emerged out and
existed again but as a
disfigured entity,
Then they say 'she has changed'.
Her soul exclaimed that ,
"She was sunk into the marsh of bliss ,
changing her for amelioration."
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
The height of the ledge granted miles of visibility, from which I perceived a landscape so barren that decay itself had littered the earth with writings of its famine.
Fixed overhead, the harsh sun exhausted every part of my being as my eyes pooled with gratitude—for I could not imagine the state of my vision had the ground been more solid and hoary.
Abandoning hope of amelioration, I watched as the stone below binged upon the light—reflecting only that which met it between guzzles.
From this binge, a subsequent purge of radiant heat ensued, seemingly serving as a form of remittance to the air through which the energy had initially been permitted to pass.
Tracing the cliff's face, the newly heated air rose in gusts to the point at which it met mine—further immersing me in a growing sum of vertigo.
Overwhelmed, I took a step back and—despite my efforts—still somehow managed to collide with everything existing outside of my posterior. The view of the desert displayed itself to me in full; I saw a place unapologetically indifferent to acknowledgement or understanding.
Haunted by permanence, the thought of the city struck me—and I became overwhelmed by the disparity; I felt myself choke on the recollection of its nourishless bounty—an ever-expanding sea of stimulation, perpetually begging for attention: damning us to be pruned by its abundance while starving in its own growth.
For centuries, a desire for more has given reason to manufacture new means for innovation; and in its wake, it has left nothingness itself—the true logical default—to now stand as one of the few remaining novelties.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC