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"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
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Ideological Pandemic (Abducting Identity)
Blanket + Tea + Chocolate + Glasses + Book + Lounge + Rain = Amelioration
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
The Perfect Equation
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.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
spin doctor freeflow and the notions sing for you...
. 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.
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Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 9:37 AM UTC
not desperate
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!
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
Needful Things
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."
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
Change
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.
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
On Deserts
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.
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