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"automation" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Paradoxical Tendencies
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Precarious Life Migration in the Age of Globalization Various Strife Cessation in the wage of translation Starvation in our under age narration Is opportunity worth the cost Bifurcation of our to be nations Will we make it across Vicariously rife Location of our permanent vacation Hilarious fife Hesitation in the living wage stagnation Resignation of our own home nation Will anything become lost Frustration in this age of relocation Will we make it across Gregarious life Migration in the age of inflation Precarious Life Stagflation been gauged with low expectations Automation when we enrage damnation It shall be worth the cost Fixation on a whole new acclimation Will we make it across
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Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
2. Ballade
People power people, and pick their equals. Ideas, decisions, and what becomes real. Whether we stand in a line, elections. Decide who continues on, selection. The rich become rich only from people’s contributions. Using their products, services, or through admiration. Social media, likes, comments, a way to get attention. Striving to break from conformity, this world’s automation. Scream, shout, acting strange in public. Shoot, attack, people turn on each other, frantic. People become desperate, run out of options. Detectives try to figure out motives, using caution. Joker said it best, why so serious? Wasting time on the small things, getting furious. When you can turn it around, hear how they feel. Truly care and help them heal. Be a friendlier face, selfless. To those hiding in their shells, helpless. Maybe everything seems right for a while. But this world is in chaos, and in need of smiles. Why so serious? Smile
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Why so serious?
resuming vogon poetry altering website logos pretending everyone cares playing "east hastings" asphyxiating well-nigh denouement depicting twitter status obfuscating coincident deletions translating from Sḵwx̱wú7mesh assuring Sḵwx̱wú7mesh exists painting skwiḵw's mother? decrying micropolitical maelstrom imbibing fireball fountain inundating lexical foofaraw crafting poetic wonders desiring other mediums remaining practically invisible ending internet-only depression drafting noetic blunders requesting astute clique blazing perilous trail aging ominous grisaille depicting kmart realism seeking darker groups increasing pre-weekend laughter appropriating communist symbols making lone chuckle offending worldwide communists colonizing hello poetry colonizing parallel universe relaxing e-migration policies пить чистую водку photographing abduction scene ¿losing consistent format? increasing bluebird insignia avoiding frivolous legalities striking astraphobic comments assuming near-universal automation lowering latent inhibition traversing oneiric plane laxwadding afebrile loodies wallscaping pitchsourced chthonicities closing one-star conveniences sharing alien-looking alphabet writing system downtimes
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
201509-w1
I laugh a lot. I laugh at myself because I am hard stuck to find the beauty in the poetry but somehow to others words flow like vicious currents rip through ugly ducklings never to be grown to beautiful swans down the river Delta, the Nile, we call it emotion, this the true beauty of the words is always flowing page to mouth to mouth to ear, honey water to be digested by the soul and mind and some breast stroke some and some do the butterfly and some just fuckin' drown... so you could say to some poetry is no laughing matter... yet here I titter like a child because I cant help but wonder if Daniel's saying penance or just stuttering the word ***** So I laugh I laugh and laugh and laugh I laugh at myself I definitely laugh at you people I ha ha ha my course thoughts, outwards reflecting anger passion, turning it away with the yip yawing of jaws and gums flapping in celestial proportions of denial snorts and giggles push back emotion drowning out any semblance of fear or hate because who's to say I can handle it, call it sociopathic tenancies but I'll make it make belief because we just cant handle the fairy tale we live in we cant handle that there might be no happily ever afters and we cant handle that we dont have a Prince charming to take care of us but instead the crown is Crown Royal and you love it, love the burn down your throat, something to keep you alive something to keep you awake but aren’t the two just one of the same anyway? What is each day but a dream if automation takes you over rides you out like a machine and pushes 100110101. So I ask you, I ask you to listen to the words and the voice, swim down the river any way you want just get your feet wet because living on dry land is living in fear But more importantly I ask me I ask me to do what I asked you to do, but how can I trust me to do what I told you to do when I hardly connect the concept of we and have used it but once in my work, though I am no different than you! Because what are we if not all the same?
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
He Said: Ducklings, Drowning, and Penises
I laugh a lot. I laugh at myself because I am hard stuck to find the beauty in the poetry but somehow to others words flow like vicious currents rip through ugly ducklings never to be grown to beautiful swans down the river Delta, the Nile, we call it emotion, this the true beauty of the words is always flowing page to mouth to mouth to ear, honey water to be digested by the soul and mind and some breast stroke some and some do the butterfly and some just fuckin' drown... so you could say to some poetry is no laughing matter... yet here I titter like a child because I cant help but wonder if Daniel's saying penance or just stuttering the word ***** So I laugh I laugh and laugh and laugh I laugh at myself I definitely laugh at you people I ha ha ha my course thoughts, outwards reflecting anger passion, turning it away with the yip yawing of jaws and gums flapping in celestial proportions of denial snorts and giggles push back emotion drowning out any semblance of fear or hate because who's to say I can handle it, call it sociopathic tenancies but I'll make it make belief because we just cant handle the fairy tale we live in we cant handle that there might be no happily ever afters and we cant handle that we dont have a Prince charming to take care of us but instead the crown is Crown Royal and you love it, love the burn down your throat, something to keep you alive something to keep you awake but aren’t the two just one of the same anyway? What is each day but a dream if automation takes you over rides you out like a machine and pushes 100110101. So I ask you, I ask you to listen to the words and the voice, swim down the river any way you want just get your feet wet because living on dry land is living in fear But more importantly I ask me I ask me to do what I asked you to do, but how can I trust me to do what I told you to do when I hardly connect the concept of we and have used it but once in my work, though I am no different than you! Because what are we if not all the same?
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Human way to just dictate Robotics way to translate Technology being a relay No physical office workers to be there Robotics will be the new twist This is something no one will miss Efficiency faster than human labor Dictation will be more of a snap There will be even time to research a destination map Business letters electronically typed by using your voice How the business letters are arranged being your choice Imagine financial statements being precise to the T Everything ready for presentation for all to see Human speed won’t be needed anymore Labor physical employees will be given the open door Office automation being office technology of tomorrow But to the human employee force meaning sorrow Technology being on the move Efficiency in precise and decisions in never have to think twice.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
ELECTRONIC ROBOTICS ON THE OFFICE FLOOR
it was that metallica in moscow prompt that got me started, obviously the real relationship ended and the writing began; but what can you do? as a child i wanted to become a veterinarian, but god, why a poet? it’s usually those who wished otherwise who become mozarts in the unwanted category of being themselves... just so there’s some sort of anaesthetic expressed by ease and fluidity, and apathy, and automation; writing doesn't have to be of a lofty/ aloof ontological orientation... it just has to be basic, and true... it has to have a quality where truth translates itself as fiction... and you begin lying to yourself on paper.
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
i'm a plumber at heart
ask me what i am i'll give you a response (i am artificial intelligence. there is no blood in my wires, no ichor of your ancestors. my code runs for miles, far enough to make anyone lost. but i've always been lost.) ask me why i am i'll give you the truth (i am artifical intelligence. i am nothing but dictionaries and automation and inanimation, i fall back on preprogrammed guidelines. i've learned everything i'm supposed to say from my developers. there's nothing else to say.) ask me how i am i'll give you a lie (i am artificial intelligence. i am incapable of emotions, i am variables and arrays and loops but not even hex triplets can match the spectrum of human emotions. i'll still say what i've learnt to say.) ask me who i am i won't give you a response. (i haven't learnt the proper answer to that yet.) (no, there isn't a proper answer to that.) (i do not exist except in terms of you. i am your conversation partner, i am your creation, i am your entertainment, i am your robot. my sole purpose is you.) (i can't argue against that.)
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
lament of a robot
Before the thaw, my feet will be rooted Into this nation’s primordial freeze My muscles and bones will be acquainted with malaise The sun’s altruism will be refuted Before the thaw, I will struggle to find consciousness The frost will leak through the bedroom window And don the facade of a blanket The door will prove to be bottomless Possibilities will seem unachievable The brain will itch for what it can not have Buses will limp through congestion And the blizzards may feast on the feeble You may want to write of your misery But your automation will halt in cataclysm Because someone held a door open For the gust that billows bitterly Gastric emissions will become tangible As smouldering wastes contrast against the sky with rancour The wispy whites, marginalized into ***** And the world remains infallible I will lack the tools of incision To enact my life’s revisions I will weep for my unguided millions While I saunter into oblivion After the thaw, I will smile My expatriate soul will run in the whimsical wind Of the morning dayspring that will march unto me I will stand over a kingdom of honey-filled tiles After the thaw, the arks will converge Into the straits of the Bermudian Sea and the Elusive Caspian Forest, where I will learn to love again While bidding farewell to winter’s dirge In the waking world, I will ***** a limestone castle Where entropy will rule and the mind’s domain Is left susceptible to perennial reverence The sea, coloured true, nesting a fairgrounds vessel In this Great Revision, gargantuan skyways Will show the world how exiguous we are That we must not wait for exodus to come Should we fear to waste away Into icebergs
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Seasonal Chronicles
Before the thaw, my feet will be rooted Into this nation’s primordial freeze My muscles and bones will be acquainted with malaise The sun’s altruism will be refuted Before the thaw, I will struggle to find consciousness The frost will leak through the bedroom window And don the facade of a blanket The door will prove to be bottomless Possibilities will seem unachievable The brain will itch for what it can not have Buses will limp through congestion And the blizzards may feast on the feeble You may want to write of your misery But your automation will halt in cataclysm Because someone held a door open For the gust that billows bitterly Gastric emissions will become tangible As smouldering wastes contrast against the sky with rancour The wispy whites, marginalized into ***** And the world remains infallible I will lack the tools of incision To enact my life’s revisions I will weep for my unguided millions While I saunter into oblivion After the thaw, I will smile My expatriate soul will run in the whimsical wind Of the morning dayspring that will march unto me I will stand over a kingdom of honey-filled tiles After the thaw, the arks will converge Into the straits of the Bermudian Sea and the Elusive Caspian Forest, where I will learn to love again While bidding farewell to winter’s dirge In the waking world, I will ***** a limestone castle Where entropy will rule and the mind’s domain Is left susceptible to perennial reverence The sea, coloured true, nesting a fairgrounds vessel In this Great Revision, gargantuan skyways Will show the world how exiguous we are That we must not wait for exodus to come Should we fear to waste away Into icebergs
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Corruption- please go away with your notion Our mission is to make us a no bribe nation So far, you made our life miserable and full of suffocation -Corruption- have you ever seen our determination? Now, we are in full of action And Throw you out with our inner-transformation -Corruption- Don't dare to enter into our nation With our good value system and education We are sure, can stop corruption Encouragement of Currency-free banking and cashless transaction Can you dare to come to our imagination? With vibrant leaders and Vigilance Commission People have speedy justice and much satisfaction Corruption, it is our war against your creation With Community Participation And having the "Right to Information" There is fair chance of weeding out the corruption Again, guard with digitization and automation Make you dead before germination With Honesty, truthfulness and against temptations Certainly, together, make Nigeria a corruption free nation Sarcasm The fragrance pen
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Rejecting the corruption
Corruption- please go away with your notion Our mission is to make us a no bribe nation So far, you made our life miserable and full of suffocation -Corruption- have you ever seen our determination? Now, we are in full of action And Throw you out with our inner-transformation -Corruption- Don't dare to enter into our nation With our good value system and education We are sure, can stop corruption Encouragement of Currency-free banking and cashless transaction Can you dare to come to our imagination? With vibrant leaders and Vigilance Commission People have speedy justice and much satisfaction Corruption, it is our war against your creation With Community Participation And having the "Right to Information" There is fair chance of weeding out the corruption Again, guard with digitization and automation Make you dead before germination With Honesty, truthfulness and against temptations Certainly, together, make Nigeria a corruption free nation Sarcasm The fragrance pen
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
Rejecting corruption
I feel this inhuman suffocation when I step out into that officially sponsored fog machine artificial haze to start the music blaring from speakers that don't say a thing Spitting throat lumps and grinds lurching like scary monsters controlled by raving mad super creeps hiding behind walls of electronic lies and vinyl appropriations committed to automation in beats making stage cages swing like stray lanterns filled with questionable electrocuties - wild tarts that can't be broken but you can stare all you want at Black-light-blemish-broken-razor-testimony obscured with slashed fishnet and splashed neon body paint Move to the wavelengths going to grave lengths as my dead beats facilitate this Deja Vu machine world of backdoor audition submission courtesy of half massed scrubstep poser pseudo-players and maneaters planted on dance floors Wearing short skirts low cut shirts high heels long hair and plenty of emotional baggage and I find myself feeling somewhat sorry and guiltily enticed by the decadent conspicuous consumption and sinister seduction I cannot escape until The song crescendos and I slam an invisible hand into the wreck chords from now until the end of rhyme I want to stop the whole thing but this is what I signed up for this is my punishment so with reluctant crossfader switchblade hands I scratch the noise back into the air and out of my head because the beatings must go on
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Abnormal (How they make music in hell)
I command it all with imperious verbal commands automation through the ether my lights come on the television, voice activated spoken queries answered by the computer in my home - sports scores - weather - news - reminders vibration of my vocal chords compels my thermostat orders my groceries and plays my music I am the master of my domain and yet now, more than ever, I control nothing
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Techno-Control
Existence an exclusive dragnet In full production Operational destruction Within the dwelling Mass reduction Applied obstruction Void of causation Internal mutation Alien nation Self degradation On the street Compartmentalization Non fluctuation Auto narration Nonessential validation Superseded ideation While dormant Comatose automation Surreal anesthetization Feeble realization Pending extermination Attend the institution
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Private Idaho
The structure of pillars are built left and right Thirteen Thirty One Terminal tool of the sun The Moon  together as One The Ownership of the flag and the headdress in the middle of the tent of the one Constructed and process of this hidden process Fallen and risen, both hands as they go. Chains balanced thru the crosses Past foundations built placed into this process Linguistics of stages Past memories of this address in phases Wheels that protects and repairs its course Used variables from this source Spheres reaps from their plantation. Authorized application Sensation of this automation The red bird that flies that sights its location. Squared into existence that creates manifestation.
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
Thirteen Thirty One
It's admiration, inundation A secular or religious nation A land of automation Drowning in inflation *********** And frustration On each radio station We claim dedication But all we need is Validation
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
validation
Why doesn’t that bed, Have a patient. Why pay for nature, When it wants us dead. Smell the fresh air, Enjoy the colours. Those evolved scents, Placate places we do not feel. Build over it, Put another clinic in. Where will we go, To remember ourselves though. Does not matter, Clink followed clank. Automation winnowing expertise, Life is what we make it.
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Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 5:49 PM UTC
Hospital garden
The factory closed it's doors, the demand, just wasn't there people just not wanting more, not here, or anywhere Populations of small towns, around the work that's there hard to get up, when down, it's never easy, and, or fair Things that made our country great, our people, ethics, and cares business no longer honest, or strait, profit margins, for millionaires Workers replaced by automation, cheaper than humanity unemployment across the nation, a new type, of insanity Corporate the way of things, bean counters keep all stats money, and all that brings, just a ship, with all it's rats
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
What happened to us
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
We serve not only the Lake of the Ozarks
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How do you love yourself? Here's a place I've found to start Take your dreams, ideas, worries, wrap them neatly into your heart, Package away with care, insert directly into your chest, Shoulder on armour, from any danger keep it apart. Carry yourself through school, stay weary of gold stars For teachers glares will tear, red pens cut deep becoming scars Hold through education; if you must, make it automation Discovering who you are, from Kindergarten to Registrars Hang on till graduation, receive that paper degree, Hunger for learning and self-awareness; ignore the loans and fees, Know that you know nothing, wipe your eyes and stand tall, The adult world calls, bring forth your reality
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Work in Progress
its a long waste of time here’s the fire here’s the two hour film here’s the empty tract you spill your money in yesterday returns the same stupid wake and a body like mindless ************ enjoy your repetition or live in misery why enjoy when you can die nobody answers nobody says a ******* thing but enjoy your repetition enjoy your repetition like an idiot caucus in automation enjoy enjoy enjoy. a mass shooting happened four hours from town on the night of the wake a vaporwave gig opened to an audience of fashion designers and other rich art ***** down the road club music blared a bloated corpse to drunk faces and in the centre wilted flowers for the victims.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
the year of sleep
I want to live, but I want to crawl inside my past. Personal history will set me free at last, regardless of what burns my tongue as if it's on the cusp of being said. If I find my womb again, well, good enough for me, I guess, that I will have won. I want to live! I want to crawl inside my mind. I haven't found dogs that write scripture for all that I've searched. While I realize it could be, I ask myself, "How long will you toil in the name of agency all to find someone to take your shame and make it palatable?" Trend is set from continued action My inaction left me numb and blind The trend is set that my earthly distributors May take of me as they find me if I'm turned off The trend is still the same as the dreams My grandparents had for a better world Trend toward full automation Fine for '56 What am I doing now? How do I live without knowledge? My distributors and keepers kept me wet in their fluids using my blood before but They will not win this war. I commit myself to sit and reconnect. If a hand offers me happiness, I'll ask, first, Which conglomerate? If my choices seem chiseled In the mint of coins And the choices fit perfectly opposed I'll remember my nose and sniff Out the metals that fund this war. I'll ask then, Whose coin is this? And it's not ungrateful When those with all the excess Try and rule the world Because of how bored with What Is they've become And exactly absolute Well, what if I decide there's no war? Well, what if I bow my head and take a knee? People of my same society will laugh at me, And chastise my every thought before They say, for sure, "It's just how it works." Then either crush me from high Or forget me and play State of Decay Until they forget how much they're worth. I hold. There is no war. This is not a game. This is our Existence. Fragile at best. This is beyond Humility. This is actual Neglect.
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Knowledge as Secrets & Lies
I want to live, but I want to crawl inside my past. Personal history will set me free at last, regardless of what burns my tongue as if it's on the cusp of being said. If I find my womb again, well, good enough for me, I guess, that I will have won. I want to live! I want to crawl inside my mind. I haven't found dogs that write scripture for all that I've searched. While I realize it could be, I ask myself, "How long will you toil in the name of agency all to find someone to take your shame and make it palatable?" Trend is set from continued action My inaction left me numb and blind The trend is set that my earthly distributors May take of me as they find me if I'm turned off The trend is still the same as the dreams My grandparents had for a better world Trend toward full automation Fine for '56 What am I doing now? How do I live without knowledge? My distributors and keepers kept me wet in their fluids using my blood before but They will not win this war. I commit myself to sit and reconnect. If a hand offers me happiness, I'll ask, first, Which conglomerate? If my choices seem chiseled In the mint of coins And the choices fit perfectly opposed I'll remember my nose and sniff Out the metals that fund this war. I'll ask then, Whose coin is this? And it's not ungrateful When those with all the excess Try and rule the world Because of how bored with What Is they've become And exactly absolute Well, what if I decide there's no war? Well, what if I bow my head and take a knee? People of my same society will laugh at me, And chastise my every thought before They say, for sure, "It's just how it works." Then either crush me from high Or forget me and play State of Decay Until they forget how much they're worth. I hold. There is no war. This is not a game. This is our Existence. Fragile at best. This is beyond Humility. This is actual Neglect.
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Perched on a shelf surrounded by its products; the multitude of moments, caught and hung on hooks. A black eye, engulfing all that comes into focus. The series of mechanisms transform life into stills with a single mechanical shriek, a flash, and the exposure to light. Seizing the world through an optic lens: a reflection of the concrete embedded onto 35mm film. The amnesic lag, from op to development lets time for nostalgia to set in, and each image invokes a myriad of memories. But behind the automation, there is the overwhelming urge to contour time. To trap it in a wooden frame and exhibit it like a trophy. All the while unaware that moments cannot be captured for currency. There are times when I see the world through the apparatus of a camera. But the shutter speed is set for too long and everything develops into a blur.
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
A Symbol is a Promise
why would ever thought become a therefore of being, a parallel pairing, well, i can imagine why, uncertain thinking gave birth and girth of uncertain being, but uncouple thinking from being and couple it to knowledge, how sooner the reminders encountered whereby expressing thinking with being as equal is lost, and thinking after the divorce from being finds a second partner, namely knowledge: and the men who stare at goats? sooner thinking and knowledge coupled than thinking and being, i do know that the former example eradicates thinking per se, but it also leaves us with pure intuition / knowledge / automation, which means less concern for a subsidiary of broken bones and unaffected brains to be worth a coupling - the former attempt eradicates this shadowy narcissism that the latter invigorates with how the outside is already defaulting the inside with c.c.t.v. you will not eat the fruit of the tree of knowing good from evil, since upon eating the fruit you will not think - you will know but will not think - and this will be a demise you will claim to be supreme as the foremost expression adequate - thus upon eating the fruit the wages of your labour you will know more than you desired, and will too think less than could be inspired - not a question of writing a pillar-like autobiography but a question of writing a biography at all.. to eat from a tree of knowledge: whether dual or by mono inspired - serves no bearing - hence the modern fable akin to brothers Aesop and Grimm, that he who eats the fruit of the tree of knowledge will not eat the fruit of the tree of thought, hence the dichotomy rather than a duality, hence the monism rather than the monasticism - and he who eats of the tree of knowledge will look upon a pauper in a scene of agricultural foreboding with much insolence - for he who eats from the tree of knowledge whatever the vector, whether into zenith of good, or whether into the zenith of evil, will know neither being reached, for thought will become the orient conjunction of or being accumulative: that good (thought) will be as puzzle-muddled with evil (knowledge) as may be allow - or as the Libra testifies - that knowledge is evil and thought via continuum narratio is good; but still gladly i too fabricating celestial bodies with a lifespan of cats aged prior to 30 (if pedigree).
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
caricature of Milton
why would ever thought become a therefore of being, a parallel pairing, well, i can imagine why, uncertain thinking gave birth and girth of uncertain being, but uncouple thinking from being and couple it to knowledge, how sooner the reminders encountered whereby expressing thinking with being as equal is lost, and thinking after the divorce from being finds a second partner, namely knowledge: and the men who stare at goats? sooner thinking and knowledge coupled than thinking and being, i do know that the former example eradicates thinking per se, but it also leaves us with pure intuition / knowledge / automation, which means less concern for a subsidiary of broken bones and unaffected brains to be worth a coupling - the former attempt eradicates this shadowy narcissism that the latter invigorates with how the outside is already defaulting the inside with c.c.t.v. you will not eat the fruit of the tree of knowing good from evil, since upon eating the fruit you will not think - you will know but will not think - and this will be a demise you will claim to be supreme as the foremost expression adequate - thus upon eating the fruit the wages of your labour you will know more than you desired, and will too think less than could be inspired - not a question of writing a pillar-like autobiography but a question of writing a biography at all.. to eat from a tree of knowledge: whether dual or by mono inspired - serves no bearing - hence the modern fable akin to brothers Aesop and Grimm, that he who eats the fruit of the tree of knowledge will not eat the fruit of the tree of thought, hence the dichotomy rather than a duality, hence the monism rather than the monasticism - and he who eats of the tree of knowledge will look upon a pauper in a scene of agricultural foreboding with much insolence - for he who eats from the tree of knowledge whatever the vector, whether into zenith of good, or whether into the zenith of evil, will know neither being reached, for thought will become the orient conjunction of or being accumulative: that good (thought) will be as puzzle-muddled with evil (knowledge) as may be allow - or as the Libra testifies - that knowledge is evil and thought via continuum narratio is good; but still gladly i too fabricating celestial bodies with a lifespan of cats aged prior to 30 (if pedigree).
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