"chomsky" poems
if there are five love languages
i am fluent
and you...
you could never speak
number one: words of affirmation
i never stopped affirming
"you matter”
“i believe in you”
you could never accept
number two: acts of service
when you were hungry,
i gave you food
but when i was starving for your love
you could never feed me
number three: receiving gifts
from me, you received
the dancing bears
for your coldest nights
you could never wear it
number four: quality time
in our time together
you were given
my undivided attention
you could never attend
number five: physical touch
i gave you my heart,
my body
selflessly, unconditionally
you could never touch me
if there are five love languages,
i am chomsky
and you...
you could never speak
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
Everyone loves to talk ****
Poets
Activists
Novelists
Academics
Professors the most
Summon them up
get a consensus
(the kikuyu are a model
not the annoying vermin of the jewish suburb)
Fear is the core.
America,
Fear is yr core.
Capitalism and all its intricacies
and its lies
its imminent failure
(anorexics in red shirts laugh in hell)
Marx and Chomsky
and Precious
Open a window-
crack that-
BREAK OPEN A WINDOW IN THE WALL
let the mist leave
it will only consume you if you learn to use it instead of oxygen
A clear room will be a safe space
to paint
and film
and write
and dry off
To talk a los otros sobre Spanish y la omkeer
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
Yesterday I was a school going kid
Always Hungry for knowledge
Always Thirsty for lessons of life
Obediently sitting in a large noisy class
Listening and recording every words preached
Hoping they were stored forever...
Or atleast before the exam day was over
Today I still go to school
Twice a week
with a bunch of happy people
We have fun learning!
embarassing ourselves mostly
In the most intellectual way!!
laughing at ourselves for being silly
Sometimes unsure
whether we are hungry or thirsty
But knowledge is like the sea...
Endless and wide.
Rather ...
We are desperate to digest it all
The ZPD, Scaffolding, Sociocultural and Constructivism?
Hey hey whose theory?
And Skinner, Pavlov, Vygotsky and Chomsky
Hope they are here to tell us a story.
To go or to let go
Hard .. dont you know?
Decided to go with the flow...
Determined that one day
We will stand tall
On that humble stage
Wearing that long pretty robe ...
in our hands a scroll...
There's nothing like having a PHD
With your sweat and tears...
and a whole lot of laughters too....
The feelings?
Of course... unexplainable
The experience?
PRICELESS!!!
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
he was radicalized in
the marshes of Vietnam
when they told him to fire
his loaded gun at a
group of school children
a dissident who
marched on Washington
with a Reverend and a King
and read Žižek Zinn and
Chomsky's reflections on direct
action and anarchistic philosophy
a staunch opponent of
police brutality in his
fifties he protested the
****** of Rodney King
he did not go quietly
into the black abyss but
raged against a putrescent
apparatus obsessed with control
he died waiting for the Revolution
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
Tis' what we read on the papers
Tis' what we see on the television
Their vision and perceptions
Their stereotypes and plans
What is the truth?
Tell me, show me, down in the valley
Tell me, show me the reflection of the river
Tell me, show me the hope I long to touch
Tell me, show me the wicked terrorists
Who are they?
Those who claim to be the heroes
Those that aim to pain the human race
Those whose politics is like poly-tricks
Those who control the media and sell reality
In the galaxy whisper.......
Whisper, as these mercenaries are ruthless
Whisper, as these crazed creatures rule the world
*Whisper, as these ***** sell the same old story again*
Whisper, as these lies they give are well spent to confuse
A reflection in the mirror glare
It's not ironic that my fuse is blowing in trips
It's not a rant, but open the wider realms and eyes
Its not a truth but the hamster wheel they rotate
It's not a lie that the manipulation they fixate aches
Edward Snowden, John Lennon, Noam Chomsky, Bob Marley
Whisper because if you speak loud as Snowden
they won't pardon but promise to crucify your flesh
Whisper because if you speak as John Lennon
they will sacrifice your fresh to the turbulent rivers
Whisper because if you speak loud as Noam Chomsky
they will eradicate you from the facade institution
Whisper because if you sing the truth as Bob Marley
they will put you in a volcano as it cries eruption
Attack their gravity of lies ??
My beautiful people, I am sick of the system
My body is weak and my soul denied it's nature
My mind knows that it is ridiculous, the blues
My heart rules but it is slowed by the dishonesty
My beautiful people, I am you, you are me, we are we
My tongue justified as it tears cloud in the dark alleys
My lungs are deprived of the radiant oxygenated air
My all knows that the democracy they sail is an autocracy
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
I dig Joe Rogan
Suheir Hammad
And Alix Olson
Truth seeking
Artists
I dig Howard Zinn
And Noam Chomsky
Dead intellectuals
Truth seekers
I dig Marty
McConnell
And Jason Carny
Poet lovers
Of Humanity
I dig Shakespeare
Mark Twain
Edgar Allen Poe
Emily Dickenson
John Keats
Percy Shelley
Ginsburg and the other Beats
Writers and poets
I will never meet
I dig The Daily Show
The Colbert Report
The John Oliver Show
The Young Turks
News and fake news
Comedy Shows
That expose
Deep truth
I don’t dig me
Always
But I like you
And all the potential
You hold
You are not a black hole
But a blazing star
Waiting to blow
Waiting to be born
The only good form
Of a hydrogen bomb
That reminds me
I dig Einstein
Tesla, Da Vinci
Gandhi Thoreau
Bruce Lee
Great Minds
That are dead
My list goes on
Forever in my head
So instead of
A dissertation of love
I would like to know
Who do you dig bro?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Will this be the summer of our discontent
Or must we wait for more to understand
The dusty red and blue have merged
Whilst grasped in business' firm hand
The last of the lavender party politicians
The dawn of an enlightened age
Brought about by peaceful demonstration
Compassion replacing our rage
It's time rise and unite,
Time to balance the books
Time to listen to Chomsky
Time to trial the real crooks
Time to understand the state
Sees you as the enemy
it's generous, docile tax cow
Time for the remedy
A positive equal future awaits
Regardless of colour, age or gender
A resource based economy
Without need for ****** splendour
Sure, it won't happen overnight
And Rome was not built in a day
But today is the day to begin the fight
Leading our children to a better way
A way of life, not slaves for rent
A devotion to knowledge and peace
A disposal of our disposable lives
Where we all are the same chess piece
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
I miss you with everything I have,
with everything I can,
and with everything I am.
With raindrops falling and sunshine.
With every thought out of my mind.
In the blowing wind and the gliding moon.
With every breath I miss or take too soon.
In every second that is tickling
And every muscle that is beating.
With every flickering of my light
And all the stars from all my nights.
When I smile or when I weep;
When I’m awake and when I sleep.
With the dancing of my curtains,
In all the known and the uncertain.
With every wave the ocean brings.
In all my hopes and all my dreams.
When day is born and night is gone.
In all I do and all I've done.
In my old future and my past youth;
In my biggest and my smallest truth.
While a politician lies and a hero is born.
In the fearful doubt of right and wrong.
In my tears and laughter,
In my before and after.
In the emptiness of my shadow.
In the darkness of my hollow.
Within Neruda’s rhyming
And In Becker’s free writing.
In Shakespeare’s imagination
And Chomsky’s punctuation.
In the amount of freckles on my back
And in all the things I will ever lack.
When I’m trapped and when I’m free
While I have the joy of knowing thee.
I miss you
And there’s nothing I can do
Because I miss myself, too,
Whenever I don’t have you.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Was a rusty rocket engineer
With his rusty rocket science
Able to transcend the stratosphere
A master of group defiance
Armed with You Tube, Eckhart Tolle
Chomsky and an awakening population
The rusty rocket could reach its goal
Of starting to build a civilised civilisation
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
"the
smart
way
to keep
people
passive
and
obedient
is to
strictly limit
the spectrum
of
acceptable opinion
but
allow
very lively debate
within
that spectrum"
- Noam Chomsky
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
Beardless man in my mirror,
asks me who I think I am.
I look your way and wonder what you
would say,
were it your face sending questions
through
the window to my soul.
I'd say I am a bold-faced liar who learned
not to lie through the hair on my face.
My bald face says, for centuries now, what
a bald head says now, "I know how to wield
a blade this sharp, without cutting myself,
be ware."
Yeah, cowboyninjaquickdrawhero…
maybe I have played the role,
mirror neuronical sharper than any two-edge,
but I feel honed when I shave, ready to shine
my steely glare on the fool that questions
the reason for my faith in my blade,
and so I don't
look as old as Noam Chomsky,
that's why I shaved.
- The face communicates
See, I got this nerve, CNX,
it hooks under that fattest art-
ery in my chest,
where all true riches rest, lazy-like,
easy livin'
thinkin' some poor soul got tricked again,
whaddaya gno?
Gwan, say so, man, watcha know f'show?
Got a light?
Gotta charisma authorized poet's license?
Have you ever known what's
next?
Perhaps you should talk to someone.
Okeh.
And if I looked as old as Noam Chomsky,
they would know I lack the will to use the blade,
and maybe wonder
if I lost the knack.
Then I grin and watch'em see the apple in m'eye.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
Sensuous pleasure
Human touch
I close my eyes
Darken hue
A stampede of thoughts
Streams of consciousness
Springsteen in Asbury Park
Aung San Sun kyi, a lost voice
Meeting with a philosopher
American friends
Judge Judy
And Poetic license
International conflicts
Blame the Russians
Rooney drink driving
Racist police and the NFL
PhD students
And Noam Chomsky
R.E.M
'The End Of the World as We know it'
BREXIT
Blame anyone but yourself
A mother giving birth in the street
To poor for St. Elsewhere
North Korea
Blame the Chinese
The beautiful woman next to me
Another day in paradise.
The man said something
Now the other foot.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
*** soaked tongue spews Kierkegaard
Path to selfhood never seemed so far
Lost in the finite ,at the mercy of the crowds?
Or infinite, where dreams know no bounds?
*** soaked tongue spews Noam Chomsky,
Student debt makes entrepreneurship risky
Lost in the system, opinion that of the crowds
Shout freedom,see how the police surrounds.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
What is intelligence? Is knowing what to do when one hasn’t been taught?
Education often relays on history and a repetition of facts. Rendering people not creating new things or thoughts, even if education can be a bedrock as something one can derive from. Thinking without writing. Not all philosophers are dogmatic. Despite their sole education or speciality in a branch of philosophy. For most ideologies derive at a finality. Where actions can viewed as applied knowledge. But education itself can be a prevention from someone discovering themselves, laying a path for ignorance. Facts can prevent people from thinking for themselves. Every structure is to be thought of as a particular form of equilibrium, more or less stable within its restricted field and losing its stability on reaching the limits of the field. Language is often the key to any intelligence, from the narrative of the mind, to the spoken or written word to the receptive person. As philosophy just question or self-thinking. Reading is only partial. Documentaries only partial. Dialog is partial. Experience is everything. The present is the problem. No one ever use the present as a parent.
Everything is incomplete.
Exposing oneself to thinkers, Sarte, Plato, Chomsky are only a few. Ignorance will always plague humanity and be told throughout history, public or private.
Making the Bible public, gave the common people a reason to learn how to read. Accidentally birthing both interruption and criticism outside the professional network. Despite intentions, duality will exist. Marcus Aurelius put forth what we do now will echo eternity. The exertion of will over reality will provide a conflict in the domain of reality, affecting the person exerting, whether it’s good or bad, will be based upon the reception.
Every truth comes sooner or later. Long term and short term self always around.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
Can you save me from the man I tend to be?
The spirit of the Thälmann Battalion is in my soul
Reading the radical poets
And having conversations with myself.
Can you save me from the man I tend to be?
I listen to Billy Bragg and dream of a ‘New England’
Dennis Skinner is a hero.
All that is left of the English radical dissenting left.
Can you save me from the man I tend to be?
Fear provokes anxiety and silence.
Never can I do without thinking.
Or creating intuitive minds
Can you save me from the man I tend to be?
Seeing consent manufactured day-by-day
Conversations with Noam Chomsky
On violations of authority.
Do I need saving from the man I tend to be?’
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Sun sea Ice tea Sun tzu
burnt feet ice cream swim suit
gull coral snorkel frisbee
Red skin fish fin Chomsky
Ranina ranina René Decartes
Limpet kite taffy shark
Kayak dock jet ski sand
Bikini boardwalk Ayn Rand
Scuba castle Immanual Kant
Pier paddle sandals clam
Dunes barnicles pelican mussels
Tide pool towel Bertrand Russell
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC