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"brainlessness" poems
Tantamount to traitorous slime slips through Unknown to me and most certainly to you, Augmenting the treachery, bilious and bold With a heart bent on glee and a conscience onsold. Wither he goest the admirers do flock With an indolence bent on quite mindlessness stock And the weft and the weave of the right and the wrong dedicate the tonelessness found in the song Where an emptiness lurks in it's grey woven gown 'Cos the crowd's given up and gone out on the town And the brainlessness bent in solutions then sought Means the curtains are closed...and it's all been for nought! Marshalg 6 July 2017
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
Bereft in Biliousness
happiness habitually tends toward apathy permitting brainlessness to fester in the throes of misanthropy while indefatigable entropy saps the mind and heart robbing the joyful of their shared humanity emotion's heady debris linger in hapless inanity while infatuation produces a stupor unmatched by the strongest of spirits reducing the compassionate to one-sided and ambivalent caricatures of divinity have we been deceived force-fed untruth from birth on celluloid silver screens did we barter literature for delusions of grandeur in frivolous narratives manufactured to distract from reality or detract from the movement to abolish hateful programs perpetuating poverty or has cynicism left me jaded hating that which is most precious in the human experience because past horrors and present woes cannot permit the possibility of future redemption to overcome these walls i've built around my dismembered soul as is often the case i see the answer's far from crystal clear it's amorphous and contorted caught somewhere between two distant antitheses which create a spectrum of relative ambiguity amidst a reality neither certain nor secure nevertheless i'll try to unearth the truth whatever it may be and wherever it lies buried harboring the knowledge in the back of my skull that there may not even be such a thing i'll salvage courage from the wreckage of wistfulness a wanderer waylaid in the chasm of gray matters
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
polarity
usually watching trash TV for thirty or forty minutes refreshes my brain for the seriousness that boggles it the an- xieties of money and va- nity and my place as an im- migrant and the fears and confusions of being a woman but on this day i tried to hollow out my heavy heart with the kar- dashians realizing, in seconds how monstrous this culture has become it is not a break from reality, it is watching it and it is no longer funny and it is no longer passive because reality tv is a reflection of rea- lity and the brainlessness with which we want to interact with it while I have no hate towards the new joneses they are from the same consequence and same principles that now frighten our existence
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
11.09.16
From the torn stillness of nights it rips with a thunder, A capricious edge, a wide tear of memory's storms! Rust-resistant, twisted honey-coloured pitch bubbles, While from the distance some forlorn desert of stone Seems to rise and rise in search! Purple Sisyphean rocks teach patience, and mature silence for themselves, To prophet-wise, and to those who pass through themselves! Sunyin yet ***** the end-shadow of the red-skinned skeleton-sidereptile, declaring war on the screeching flocks of ravens! Let the well-known, acute or even trivialised lies begin: the obligatory, preaching holy commandment of saving lives, and unworthy, reengineered echo-songs that the mouldy plaster on the walls of our health care system is getting more and more rotten, and the cracks in the wards are growing! - We can only rarely count on the kind attention of our mortal, and therefore evolving, brother states! A swarm of pigeons, falling from low heights, splashes over our heads, and some would sell the final product for sweets, if it were all that could be gained by the deliberate explosion of sound they themselves create, to enliven their wealth, the truth they have dripped is clogged up! The proliferation of idiotic, idiotic exceptionalism in a self-expanding space is incomprehensible; idiotic constructions should be replaced by stable and balanced production instead of the brainlessness of oligarchs! Caravan routes often **** in the lost man if he is not careful! Self-righteously, who can still dare to swing stubbornly confidently in people's tin-can ring cannot remain in his honesty!
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Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 1:35 AM UTC
Plump-trained flock of pigeons
From the torn stillness of nights it rips with a thunder, A capricious edge, a wide tear of memory's storms! Rust-resistant, twisted honey-coloured pitch bubbles, While from the distance some forlorn desert of stone Seems to rise and rise in search! Purple Sisyphean rocks teach patience, and mature silence for themselves, To prophet-wise, and to those who pass through themselves! Sunyin yet ***** the end-shadow of the red-skinned skeleton-sidereptile, declaring war on the screeching flocks of ravens! Let the well-known, acute or even trivialised lies begin: the obligatory, preaching holy commandment of saving lives, and unworthy, reengineered echo-songs that the mouldy plaster on the walls of our health care system is getting more and more rotten, and the cracks in the wards are growing! - We can only rarely count on the kind attention of our mortal, and therefore evolving, brother states! A swarm of pigeons, falling from low heights, splashes over our heads, and some would sell the final product for sweets, if it were all that could be gained by the deliberate explosion of sound they themselves create, to enliven their wealth, the truth they have dripped is clogged up! The proliferation of idiotic, idiotic exceptionalism in a self-expanding space is incomprehensible; idiotic constructions should be replaced by stable and balanced production instead of the brainlessness of oligarchs! Caravan routes often **** in the lost man if he is not careful! Self-righteously, who can still dare to swing stubbornly confidently in people's tin-can ring cannot remain in his honesty!
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