"anthropocentric" poems

Above all reigns Zambi Kumbo. Father of men, father of things, father of insects. The non-created, the beginning, void of a beginning, of all and any beginning. The sacred is present in all instants and all instances. All life is sacred and in it’s core are human beings. The whole is anthropocentric and critical: human beings, man, center of creation, spins the axis of good and evil. I believe in the visible and the invisible, in the interaction between these two worlds. The natural and the supernatural are inseparable. There are other realities beyond the visible, man is not purely flesh, there is spirit and heart and values beyond our eyes. I summon the sun by tangu, which means time, present time, time instance, favorable time, precise time. To ask for the time, one should voice “what sun is it?" The sun drifts on the ocean between life and death. When the sun disappears in the horizon it is a canoe carrying souls to the afterlife. I sit on an ivory chair and wear bracelets of ivory and iron, artistic woven fabric, certain hides set aside only for me, an embroidered cap on my head, and a zebra tail on my shoulder. Kneel, chuck dust above your head, and beg for my blessing. I’ll stretch out my hands and wriggle my fingers to bless you. I am Nagô-Yoruba! I am Okanran kandi abo! Son of Xangô, son of Ketú, son of Egba. E-e-e-o eya-o Great Mother, y-aa-o Black Beauty, womb of the wind, creator of the wind that tangles the wild bush, creator of the wind that tangles the fields, creator of the thoughts in my head.

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May 5, 2012

May 5, 2012 at 4:19 PM UTC

a-de-carvalho

I am Okanran kandi abo, son of Xangô

Above all reigns Zambi Kumbo. Father of men, father of things, father of insects. The non-created, the beginning, void of a beginning, of all and any beginning. The sacred is present in all instants and all instances. All life is sacred and in it’s core are human beings. The whole is anthropocentric and critical: human beings, man, center of creation, spins the axis of good and evil. I believe in the visible and the invisible, in the interaction between these two worlds. The natural and the supernatural are inseparable. There are other realities beyond the visible, man is not purely flesh, there is spirit and heart and values beyond our eyes. I summon the sun by tangu, which means time, present time, time instance, favorable time, precise time. To ask for the time, one should voice “what sun is it?" The sun drifts on the ocean between life and death. When the sun disappears in the horizon it is a canoe carrying souls to the afterlife. I sit on an ivory chair and wear bracelets of ivory and iron, artistic woven fabric, certain hides set aside only for me, an embroidered cap on my head, and a zebra tail on my shoulder. Kneel, chuck dust above your head, and beg for my blessing. I’ll stretch out my hands and wriggle my fingers to bless you. I am Nagô-Yoruba! I am Okanran kandi abo! Son of Xangô, son of Ketú, son of Egba. E-e-e-o eya-o Great Mother, y-aa-o Black Beauty, womb of the wind, creator of the wind that tangles the wild bush, creator of the wind that tangles the fields, creator of the thoughts in my head.

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i awoke today to a universe ended all humanity had been wiped clean life went on

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Dec 9, 2013

Dec 9, 2013 at 2:49 AM UTC

joey-jo-jo-jnr-shabadoo

anthropocentric (I had a dream)

i awoke today to a universe ended all humanity had been wiped clean life went on

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Anthropical beams as fragile as glass, So convinced they could take on the weight, The weight of this already dying world We've risen to the culmination of heaven, To only fall back down to the bedrock of hell Our eyes are focused on a wasted purpose, Our mind corrupted by this green paper You think you're so ******* important, You're the broken species, the waste of life Our answers are only limited, Inside this amaurotic anthropocentric society We think we can fix the mess, We're just guided by a worthless dream We abandon all of the rest, To dwell within this pathetic excuse for reality These human beams have shattered, The weight has killed them of all senses From this great fall, we have become pathetic, We are now the lowest of **** we are **** Our answers are only limited, Inside this amaurotic anthropocentric society We think we can fix the mess, We're just guided by a worthless dream We abandon all of the rest, To dwell within this pathetic excuse for reality Ears too deafen to hear the calls, Eyes too clouded to see the signs We've fallen so low to the base of the scale, Still thinking we're at the very top We never had a chance, we're done, We've become the lowest of **** We are ****

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Apr 26, 2016

Apr 26, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC

lizardoppressor

Eyeless

Anthropical beams as fragile as glass, So convinced they could take on the weight, The weight of this already dying world We've risen to the culmination of heaven, To only fall back down to the bedrock of hell Our eyes are focused on a wasted purpose, Our mind corrupted by this green paper You think you're so ******* important, You're the broken species, the waste of life Our answers are only limited, Inside this amaurotic anthropocentric society We think we can fix the mess, We're just guided by a worthless dream We abandon all of the rest, To dwell within this pathetic excuse for reality These human beams have shattered, The weight has killed them of all senses From this great fall, we have become pathetic, We are now the lowest of **** we are **** Our answers are only limited, Inside this amaurotic anthropocentric society We think we can fix the mess, We're just guided by a worthless dream We abandon all of the rest, To dwell within this pathetic excuse for reality Ears too deafen to hear the calls, Eyes too clouded to see the signs We've fallen so low to the base of the scale, Still thinking we're at the very top We never had a chance, we're done, We've become the lowest of **** We are ****

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break down your snow flake ******* obsidian, what did you lace my **** with that forced me to join the yakuza in service of the rising sun? what kind of anthropocentric jehovas witness temple taught you to count? to envision the navel of gravity? you say there is no tectonic plate beneath us, and yet we stand on the trench of your lies.

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC

dre-g

steven hawking is dead

break down your snow flake ******* obsidian, what did you lace my **** with that forced me to join the yakuza in service of the rising sun? what kind of anthropocentric jehovas witness temple taught you to count? to envision the navel of gravity? you say there is no tectonic plate beneath us, and yet we stand on the trench of your lies.

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I am a console of good despair And I only want to have you No matter what the statutes Bring me a bottle to capture air But the room is full of sidewalks I would rather be deadbolt I wouldn’t ever remorse you just To be satisfied with my life I am not so deep in pride That’s the way I like to think it but There are all these things that I want That I have never begot Ten cigarettes in the atmosphere There’s a lightbulb in the ballroom The fixture sprays its values Focus the times, nothing’s sacred here Ridiculous, all these steps It takes to get to world war Culture is something unique to man Sometimes I wish we’d go back Anthropocentric anthrax Now *** is something you have to learn There’s no more animal instincts You better know your manners There’s this one person I want to see Everything that I ever do But forget some things in front of you The fear, fear, the total fear

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Sep 6, 2019

Sep 6, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC

troutcacti

Cabin

I am a console of good despair And I only want to have you No matter what the statutes Bring me a bottle to capture air But the room is full of sidewalks I would rather be deadbolt I wouldn’t ever remorse you just To be satisfied with my life I am not so deep in pride That’s the way I like to think it but There are all these things that I want That I have never begot Ten cigarettes in the atmosphere There’s a lightbulb in the ballroom The fixture sprays its values Focus the times, nothing’s sacred here Ridiculous, all these steps It takes to get to world war Culture is something unique to man Sometimes I wish we’d go back Anthropocentric anthrax Now *** is something you have to learn There’s no more animal instincts You better know your manners There’s this one person I want to see Everything that I ever do But forget some things in front of you The fear, fear, the total fear

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