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"copernicus" poems
Watching life’s play, From the nosebleed section. If I die today, It’s natural selection. I hear what people say, But don’t make the connection, The past fades away, To a vague recollection. 99 problems, No retorts or solutions, Trying to pay my bills, Without resorting to prostitution. Losing is a life lesson, Hard to learn, It’s a truth I mention, In no uncertain terms. They say if you get knocked down, Get back up, But sometimes when I’m knocked out, I’ve had enough. My drive and ambition, Is out of gas, But I’m stuck in my position, Can’t change the past. They said, “It’s okay chum, There’s a future to make.” But no, it’s okay son, I choose not to partake. I’m on the road of life, Just taking a jog, But I can’t run right, Cause I’m an underdog. I know I’m not perfect, I’ve made mistakes, But I really do deserve it, So give me a break. Girlfriend told me, I’d never succeed. I choked at her, Cause I forgot to breathe. I was told to walk, Off the beaten track, I talk one step forward, Then whisper two steps back. I’ve been made a fool, I’ve played the clown, I never broke the rules, But I still broke down. When I look in the mirror, To examine my features, It brakes when brought nearer, So I pick up the pieces. You know I don’t deal, In self depreciation, So what you find here, Is honest estimation. I’m not clever as Copernicus, Or strong as King Kong, Even when you’re learning this, You knew it all along. I’m on the road of life, Drifting through the fog, But I can’t see tonight, Cause I’m an underdog.
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
Underdog
Watching life’s play, From the nosebleed section. If I die today, It’s natural selection. I hear what people say, But don’t make the connection, The past fades away, To a vague recollection. 99 problems, No retorts or solutions, Trying to pay my bills, Without resorting to prostitution. Losing is a life lesson, Hard to learn, It’s a truth I mention, In no uncertain terms. They say if you get knocked down, Get back up, But sometimes when I’m knocked out, I’ve had enough. My drive and ambition, Is out of gas, But I’m stuck in my position, Can’t change the past. They said, “It’s okay chum, There’s a future to make.” But no, it’s okay son, I choose not to partake. I’m on the road of life, Just taking a jog, But I can’t run right, Cause I’m an underdog. I know I’m not perfect, I’ve made mistakes, But I really do deserve it, So give me a break. Girlfriend told me, I’d never succeed. I choked at her, Cause I forgot to breathe. I was told to walk, Off the beaten track, I talk one step forward, Then whisper two steps back. I’ve been made a fool, I’ve played the clown, I never broke the rules, But I still broke down. When I look in the mirror, To examine my features, It brakes when brought nearer, So I pick up the pieces. You know I don’t deal, In self depreciation, So what you find here, Is honest estimation. I’m not clever as Copernicus, Or strong as King Kong, Even when you’re learning this, You knew it all along. I’m on the road of life, Drifting through the fog, But I can’t see tonight, Cause I’m an underdog.
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“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” I don the belt of old Orion and sit atop the great winged Pegasus. I steal riches from cunning Copernicus and sing ballads to the lonely new moon. Look there - my bride! Oh fair Andromeda; She bears our band fashioned from Saturn’s rings. Her dress woven from strands of silk stardust, we read our vows to the watching planets and kiss under the sun’s jealous blaze. Starstruck, we ride, comets trailing in our wake.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
Starstruck (Inspired by The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams)
last night I dreamt that I got into a fistfight with Copernicus because he wouldn't agree with me that the universe seems to revolve around your smile
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Her, Pt. 10
they always seem to ascribe the stone age with inventing the circle, dinosaurs and the loathing of x-ray via Archaeology - ᛟ, or an ancient egyptian manuscript... got the ******* wheelie on that ***** boo yah! this is even weirder than Wittgenstein's observation of late Copernicus... ᛟ-ray... huh? you've been a peasant and you're still curating a chance sharpening edit? where's the ******* wheel with romans after ancient egyptians and the babylonians and for fuck's sake Hindustan! O... where's O in Sanskrit? so who got the cartwheels? the romans? huh?! a.d. b.c. buttered-up **** if this makes sense... forget the universe, alien civilisations... my own makes as much sense as a gram of pepper and salt sneezed with. hey flamingo! here's a signature in sepia! banging on the bathroom floor - with Disney - passed in those days: Lion Kong or King... oompa loompa ooh ooh gorilla tyrant said so too. they invented the wheel but forgot to phonetically encode it with something similar... runes, right, Scandinavian... ᛟ... i.e. O... but i'd like to see ᛟ in a roller-coaster... just for gorging on a regurgitation of jokes - and so i can slang and slapper quick a blah in Jamaican slang and say... yah mon' poo daddy do a diddy eff a flex wit bling bling, cursor vector to noon and da dwarfin of a shadow. **** man, they invented the wheel but waited for the romans to write the O... and it was music by then... suddenly! huh?! the **** is this? whiskey straight up. no wonder.
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
ᛟ vs. O bypassing stone-age
they always seem to ascribe the stone age with inventing the circle, dinosaurs and the loathing of x-ray via Archaeology - ᛟ, or an ancient egyptian manuscript... got the ******* wheelie on that ***** boo yah! this is even weirder than Wittgenstein's observation of late Copernicus... ᛟ-ray... huh? you've been a peasant and you're still curating a chance sharpening edit? where's the ******* wheel with romans after ancient egyptians and the babylonians and for fuck's sake Hindustan! O... where's O in Sanskrit? so who got the cartwheels? the romans? huh?! a.d. b.c. buttered-up **** if this makes sense... forget the universe, alien civilisations... my own makes as much sense as a gram of pepper and salt sneezed with. hey flamingo! here's a signature in sepia! banging on the bathroom floor - with Disney - passed in those days: Lion Kong or King... oompa loompa ooh ooh gorilla tyrant said so too. they invented the wheel but forgot to phonetically encode it with something similar... runes, right, Scandinavian... ᛟ... i.e. O... but i'd like to see ᛟ in a roller-coaster... just for gorging on a regurgitation of jokes - and so i can slang and slapper quick a blah in Jamaican slang and say... yah mon' poo daddy do a diddy eff a flex wit bling bling, cursor vector to noon and da dwarfin of a shadow. **** man, they invented the wheel but waited for the romans to write the O... and it was music by then... suddenly! huh?! the **** is this? whiskey straight up. no wonder.
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it was in glasbury-on-wye (wales), school trip, two teams, driven out of the house we were staying, i was in team no. 2, we were given the assignment to read maps... team no. 1 got dropped off at a shorter distance to the house we accommodated... my team was dropped further afield... getting out of the mini-bus i got the map... and just asked 'where are we, on the map?' 'here,' said the driver's index finger. i figured out a shortcut, via the fields, the forest, via cow grazing patches... we beat team no. 1... but the moral of the story? i still think you need to be greek, i.e. you still have to "believe" the earth is flat... a flat earth makes sense with directions like east, west, south, north... i cruised the team to an early victory rotating the map in my hands... i wasn't being ignorant... i wasn't being competitive... but to be honest i had one thing in mind... copernican east? copernican west? huh?! how can you work that one out? i know copernicus was right to stress the earliest signs of an anti-heliocentric way of seeing, but if there's no lucifer looking at a 2 dimensional map of the earth... geocentric improvements don't really help to just argue rather than get from a. to b.; what good is geocentric copernican east to my flat plateau need to co-ordinate a group of people? heliocentric copernican east is geocentric east, west, north south put together, given the earth's orbit and the expanding universe... geocentric my *** i had to turn into a inverse heliocentricity... i had to navigate on a readable flat plateau, moving the map one way up one way the other... and we got there... beat the other team... didn't push any cows onto the pasture... so that's how lucifer read the map.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
glasbury-on-wye (wales)
it was in glasbury-on-wye (wales), school trip, two teams, driven out of the house we were staying, i was in team no. 2, we were given the assignment to read maps... team no. 1 got dropped off at a shorter distance to the house we accommodated... my team was dropped further afield... getting out of the mini-bus i got the map... and just asked 'where are we, on the map?' 'here,' said the driver's index finger. i figured out a shortcut, via the fields, the forest, via cow grazing patches... we beat team no. 1... but the moral of the story? i still think you need to be greek, i.e. you still have to "believe" the earth is flat... a flat earth makes sense with directions like east, west, south, north... i cruised the team to an early victory rotating the map in my hands... i wasn't being ignorant... i wasn't being competitive... but to be honest i had one thing in mind... copernican east? copernican west? huh?! how can you work that one out? i know copernicus was right to stress the earliest signs of an anti-heliocentric way of seeing, but if there's no lucifer looking at a 2 dimensional map of the earth... geocentric improvements don't really help to just argue rather than get from a. to b.; what good is geocentric copernican east to my flat plateau need to co-ordinate a group of people? heliocentric copernican east is geocentric east, west, north south put together, given the earth's orbit and the expanding universe... geocentric my *** i had to turn into a inverse heliocentricity... i had to navigate on a readable flat plateau, moving the map one way up one way the other... and we got there... beat the other team... didn't push any cows onto the pasture... so that's how lucifer read the map.
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.*of course i dream i fame, who doesn't dream of either fame or fortune... but... i'm sane enough to want to achieve that sort of stature, postmortem... what? with all the celebrity culture big brother ******** who the hell seeks fame while still alive? oh... well... there are the countless examples...* and why would i take an ancestry test of my D.N.A. make-up? i remember the first conversation i had with the father of my first girlfriend... how many famous Poles (Polaks... do i look like something akin to an anorexic waving a ******* flag?) there were... i forgot Copernicus... i forgot Marie Curie... i forgot Chopin... **** i forgot my own name when i saw my first girlfriend's sister walk down the stairs... why would i do D.N.A. testing? i just looked at what we eat... and i mean we, truly, it's called haggis in Scotland, it's called black pudding in England, and it's also called czarna kiszka (black intestines) in Poland... the Vikings founded Kiev after all... i like Nordic music, take a guess... take a while... my maternal surname is Batuk... which is a Bohemian variant of the Polak Batóg... so a mix of Czech and...   Viking? the Goths... if i had the time, and also the time reference to reply to my first girlfriend's father... while i was rudely interrupted by the nymph that was her sister... it's still a dream to me... or what's called an arranged marriage in India... well... i would reply... and how many Nobel literature laureates... came from... England? deathly silence... you're right... you're importing all this ****** post empire post colonial perspectives and you have... 0 Nobel laureates in the category of literature... none! zero! nil! oh! yeah...        oh... really?                                    yes! zilch... so zip-it-up, shrimpy. i take certain words to heart... sharpens my memory, i'm not offended... i just remember better... you sometimes require certain rubrics that are exclusive and do not include the rubrics of formal education... this memory? oh...       2003.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
a dream of a nymph
.*of course i dream i fame, who doesn't dream of either fame or fortune... but... i'm sane enough to want to achieve that sort of stature, postmortem... what? with all the celebrity culture big brother ******** who the hell seeks fame while still alive? oh... well... there are the countless examples...* and why would i take an ancestry test of my D.N.A. make-up? i remember the first conversation i had with the father of my first girlfriend... how many famous Poles (Polaks... do i look like something akin to an anorexic waving a ******* flag?) there were... i forgot Copernicus... i forgot Marie Curie... i forgot Chopin... **** i forgot my own name when i saw my first girlfriend's sister walk down the stairs... why would i do D.N.A. testing? i just looked at what we eat... and i mean we, truly, it's called haggis in Scotland, it's called black pudding in England, and it's also called czarna kiszka (black intestines) in Poland... the Vikings founded Kiev after all... i like Nordic music, take a guess... take a while... my maternal surname is Batuk... which is a Bohemian variant of the Polak Batóg... so a mix of Czech and...   Viking? the Goths... if i had the time, and also the time reference to reply to my first girlfriend's father... while i was rudely interrupted by the nymph that was her sister... it's still a dream to me... or what's called an arranged marriage in India... well... i would reply... and how many Nobel literature laureates... came from... England? deathly silence... you're right... you're importing all this ****** post empire post colonial perspectives and you have... 0 Nobel laureates in the category of literature... none! zero! nil! oh! yeah...        oh... really?                                    yes! zilch... so zip-it-up, shrimpy. i take certain words to heart... sharpens my memory, i'm not offended... i just remember better... you sometimes require certain rubrics that are exclusive and do not include the rubrics of formal education... this memory? oh...       2003.
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Love got drunk one day And slipped away as quickly as it came. Leaving impressions and marks and a ******* memory Why did it have to do that? He told me Perhaps the brightest insight To human history Since Copernicus Said Hey maybe We’re not so important That the world (literally) Revolves around us But perhaps it is us Who revolve around the world (as it should be.) What my Copernicus said was Individualism Is the single most sign Of continual human progress. That without it We just become droids Or peons Or mindless beings Without sentience Without intelligence Without the single most important vocabulary word “Why?” You can see why he intrigued me. Ever-going quest to Make love stay. Slipping out of my suitcase Man it was cramped in there I looked up And saw my name written in the sky. ********* Always finding new ways To tell the world What we are And what we could be If I cashed in my chips And went all-in For just one hand. Tears came Hanging ten on the edge of eyes Refusing to fall Uncertain of their plight So they do what people do When they are scared And they freeze. It crushed me to know I’ve cashed in my chips One too many times He thought I’m incredible When really I’m un-credible. Love didn’t stay. It took the next flight to Vegas To gamble some other poor soul’s life Leaving me To look up a nameless sky.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Still Life-
They asked us to write a poem in class I thought about my B2 yellow pencil and the way it used to move easily It was like if my words would flow submerged in a labyrinth and come up to breathe now and then to show off in front of my face that I would never place them in paper again I knew I had to find another source of thoughts and I asked I was told that they'd seen my poem hidden in dead end streets and alleys where most of the best stories go to die they told me that Vincent Van Gogh used the street as his canvas and that Nicholas Copernicus found his passion within the streets of a starry sky I found my poem with a case of severe amnesia lost in an alley snooping between the leftovers of the things that he once saw me living He said he got lost a few months ago when he started to feel unwelcomed around me I convinced him to go back home and fed him and asked him to return to my hands or at least to let me place him in paper But he decided to leave he grew arms and legs and kicked down my door and he was gone again I knew there that everything that comes back never does it not even as remotely as how it was and I'm here thinking why did he leave again? I think he found his color and shape in the streets far too faraway from me
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
The day my Poetry lost itself
Sleeping evades me This ordeal, my ringing ears Then becomes now. ****
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
Wake up, Copernicus!
They try to knock me down Shatter me into a million pieces As many times as there are stars In the vast universe I am strong. You are wrong, they say I am Copernicus. The sun is the center of the universe, No matter how powerful I may be I am Wegener. The earth has always been drifting apart Much like your narrow minded logic I am Semmelweis. Wash your hands But the blood on your hands Will remain until the end of time I am strong. They underestimate me, You are nothing but a speck of dust No, no I am capable. I am an achiever. I am strong.
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
Strong
On last night's news I heard of an engineer named K_____ who invented the microchip and changed our lives. How the chip now contains a billion circuits which I still don't get but what I do perceive is this engineer's (a man modest in pride, fame and wealth) achievement of Teilhard de Chardin's vision of a world that is one organism and a single- minded mankind.                                  Also mentioned were Edison, the Wrights and Ford, oddly not Einstein, Galileo, Copernicus, Newton, Hamilton or Jefferson, Christ or Buddha, or the unknown gatherers and traders who invented agriculture, money. 8,000 generations and each individual an experiment gone well or wrong, a chance to respond with love or grief to the universe's effort to extinguish us. Family of weasels, young ones playful. One reference says they're vicious murderers, killing for sport. Absurd, I think, in the wild. Another clarifies they eat ½ their body weight daily, extremely active, high metabolism, hunt all their caloric needs before eating. And, like the raccoon, ferocious defenders of their young.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
Family of Weasels
WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME FOR ASTRONAUTICAL ARCHAEOLOGY OR GEOLOGY! IN NAUTICAL TERMS COPERNICUS SAID THAT THERE'S NO EAST OR WEST WITHIN THE GEOMETRIC CONSTELLATION OF THE STARS... THERE IS NO ARCHAEOLOGY ON MARS THERE'S ONLY GEOLOGY - WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ASTRONAUTS PLAYING THE GIMMICK OF GEOLOGISTS... IF THERE'S NO ARCHAEOLOGY WORTH INSPECTING ON MARS, THEN ALL GEOLOGY WILL ONLY PROVIDE US A GEOLOGY we could easily find carbon dating on earth... mind you, didn't we like ******* too much? WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME - WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME - UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO BECOME A CINEMATIC PROPHESY OF THE RICHEST GET OFF FIRST AND BY BEING FIRST THE ONLY ONES TO GET OFF; THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NO ******* REASON TO FICTIONALISE OUR SITUATION; GET IT?! I GET IT... THERE'S ONE PANIC ATTACK PRIOR TO THE TSUNAMI, AND NO ONE MINDS... THEN THEY ARE KNEE-DEEP IN SEAWATER, THEN "SUDDENLY" EVERYONE REMEMBERS THE WEATHERMAN PROPHETIC ABOUT THE WEATHER ON MONDAY AND "CARING" WHETHER YOU TOOK OUT YOUR UMBRELLA OR NOT... AND YOU THINK... SHOULDN'T I'VE HAD A WASTED THOUGHT RATHER THAN WASTING TIME IN THE UNDERGROUND LABYRINTHS DURING THE BLITZ... WELL... A WASTED TIME, BUT HARDLY A WASTED SPACE, SINCE YOU'RE THERE, A SINE OR A COSINE CURVE OF CONTINUITY... AND NOT A TANGENTS CURVE OF: HERE ONE MINUTE / GONE THE NEXT... well, wouldn't we all like to enshrine our politics as the pinnacle, and our lack of co-operation as the dire foreseeable exclusion to mind the ecclesiastical Eden of our hopes ****** minding the flag of Wales prior to the unearthing of the fire-breathing lizard skeletons; at least we gave hope to the third and last world - who will lazily accept its fate as if a brightly lit room and the mammalian candle extinguished without a sadistic approach to industrialise the poll of death.
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME
WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME FOR ASTRONAUTICAL ARCHAEOLOGY OR GEOLOGY! IN NAUTICAL TERMS COPERNICUS SAID THAT THERE'S NO EAST OR WEST WITHIN THE GEOMETRIC CONSTELLATION OF THE STARS... THERE IS NO ARCHAEOLOGY ON MARS THERE'S ONLY GEOLOGY - WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ASTRONAUTS PLAYING THE GIMMICK OF GEOLOGISTS... IF THERE'S NO ARCHAEOLOGY WORTH INSPECTING ON MARS, THEN ALL GEOLOGY WILL ONLY PROVIDE US A GEOLOGY we could easily find carbon dating on earth... mind you, didn't we like ******* too much? WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME - WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME - UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO BECOME A CINEMATIC PROPHESY OF THE RICHEST GET OFF FIRST AND BY BEING FIRST THE ONLY ONES TO GET OFF; THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NO ******* REASON TO FICTIONALISE OUR SITUATION; GET IT?! I GET IT... THERE'S ONE PANIC ATTACK PRIOR TO THE TSUNAMI, AND NO ONE MINDS... THEN THEY ARE KNEE-DEEP IN SEAWATER, THEN "SUDDENLY" EVERYONE REMEMBERS THE WEATHERMAN PROPHETIC ABOUT THE WEATHER ON MONDAY AND "CARING" WHETHER YOU TOOK OUT YOUR UMBRELLA OR NOT... AND YOU THINK... SHOULDN'T I'VE HAD A WASTED THOUGHT RATHER THAN WASTING TIME IN THE UNDERGROUND LABYRINTHS DURING THE BLITZ... WELL... A WASTED TIME, BUT HARDLY A WASTED SPACE, SINCE YOU'RE THERE, A SINE OR A COSINE CURVE OF CONTINUITY... AND NOT A TANGENTS CURVE OF: HERE ONE MINUTE / GONE THE NEXT... well, wouldn't we all like to enshrine our politics as the pinnacle, and our lack of co-operation as the dire foreseeable exclusion to mind the ecclesiastical Eden of our hopes ****** minding the flag of Wales prior to the unearthing of the fire-breathing lizard skeletons; at least we gave hope to the third and last world - who will lazily accept its fate as if a brightly lit room and the mammalian candle extinguished without a sadistic approach to industrialise the poll of death.
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Benches as gravity is to orbits, the only ones left holding everything together. Modern day Copernicus assigned her to be his center of attraction as if revolving around, in circles repeatedly, would make the clusters of shimmering stars of letters trapped in his mind burst (being ***** for he can only say much when he’s too broken to remember). That moment could only scam people who threw pennies into fountains, fail charms acquired from temples of whatever belief it teaches, and stop lungs. Yes, breathing is just another superstition — he doesn’t need it to feel alive, more so when there’s someone beside him who’s able to breathe him in. That in silence, he pleads his eyes to speak his heart, but conversations don’t work that way with disobedient bodies.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
Conversations
The struggle is futility Patient people play the part Of impartiality The wiser are restraint Castigated for their intelligence Castrated by their class A classless struggle we abide Poor children barely manage To survive and seldom thrive Not given access to the tools Of excellence But we wield the sword of obsolescence Antiquated ideas put on the same level as Modern machines and moral philosophies Broad language discarded for The disinfected nature of stupidity Our language is censored And free thought is crippled Thus to succeed we must Write to their level of understanding So they can understand it Which means we do not expect grandness From the masses That we underrate what they are capable of The papacy’s power is palatable but detrimental The Popes presence sends his parishioners In to servitude as they submit to the Sublimation of their identity Unable to identify the truth from the lie Unable to separate the flock from the I I become the villain For stating these things So I drop names like Darwin and Thomas Paine I wear the scarlet letter of poet and philosopher Of Supplicant to science, Of literate romantic I the son of Percy Bysshe Shelley The son of Twain and Poe The Son of Shakespeare and Baudelaire The son of logic and poetry The lost ******* of peace, love, and understanding I leave the eve of man’s ill behavior To see the seething corps of corpses Rise in ignorance strive for pestilence With hopeful hate in their eye To perpetuate the self-fulfilling prophecies Of all types of apocalypses But in the end it will be I that am despised Thus if I must be hated then at least Favor me with this tiny justice Like Galileo, Giordano Bruno, and Copernicus I will wear chains well earned There is so much knowledge to be had So learn, live, love and then learn some more
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
My Maryrdom
The struggle is futility Patient people play the part Of impartiality The wiser are restraint Castigated for their intelligence Castrated by their class A classless struggle we abide Poor children barely manage To survive and seldom thrive Not given access to the tools Of excellence But we wield the sword of obsolescence Antiquated ideas put on the same level as Modern machines and moral philosophies Broad language discarded for The disinfected nature of stupidity Our language is censored And free thought is crippled Thus to succeed we must Write to their level of understanding So they can understand it Which means we do not expect grandness From the masses That we underrate what they are capable of The papacy’s power is palatable but detrimental The Popes presence sends his parishioners In to servitude as they submit to the Sublimation of their identity Unable to identify the truth from the lie Unable to separate the flock from the I I become the villain For stating these things So I drop names like Darwin and Thomas Paine I wear the scarlet letter of poet and philosopher Of Supplicant to science, Of literate romantic I the son of Percy Bysshe Shelley The son of Twain and Poe The Son of Shakespeare and Baudelaire The son of logic and poetry The lost ******* of peace, love, and understanding I leave the eve of man’s ill behavior To see the seething corps of corpses Rise in ignorance strive for pestilence With hopeful hate in their eye To perpetuate the self-fulfilling prophecies Of all types of apocalypses But in the end it will be I that am despised Thus if I must be hated then at least Favor me with this tiny justice Like Galileo, Giordano Bruno, and Copernicus I will wear chains well earned There is so much knowledge to be had So learn, live, love and then learn some more
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hey, i’m not the one getting my morality faked by tourism, or faking being polish because i found the location of the maldives to be east of las vegas... but i guess the roulette does care for the choir you’ll echo when the echo is necessary, and the bagel will suddenl say through it’s fake bun-button: those holocaut jews were really in ownership of british passports... we are representative of their martyrdom... i guess one could claim a denial of poland some other way... denying poland the holocaust because the jews suddenly became mr. polanksi jr. could be accepted... but then i democratically veto a disrespect of the bagel... end of! well dough dough, aren’t we all wooed into sinking england by due course affiliating a secure future. *no wonder in the ***** of death and you in paradise hinge on taking me back to take a g.c.s.e. lesson in history! evens oddly the odds. how about we revise geography? no? ah.. oh well... we can learn something new of a palestianian polity in your agenda in a year or two; oh don’t worry... no new mozart will convert you or give you trouble to say the least; please please... we can hibernate the russians into death in order to make the americans fully aware... we can do that... and roll one of those grand cigars for the 51st star we’ve all been waiting for, ha ha. oh **** you’re right... freedom of speech... securing the nazis retired in argentina was a falkland right that got england engaged.* oh but you didn’t provide me with a safety of being ethically proud, or being nationally proud... instead you told me to be globally proud... and what’s that? the laughter surrounding copernicus?! no one laughed at the mongols... but everyone could laugh and execute galilieo... where does that leave me... in a society of ***** if it doesn’t... do i look like a **** oh but i do look like a **** you laugh at ****** i guess i am a ******* **** after all: totenkopf zu die ende; but you pride it so much... it’s called teen mom tv... even though it broadcasts on a channel that should have music on it!
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
totenkopf zu die ende zu die anfang
hey, i’m not the one getting my morality faked by tourism, or faking being polish because i found the location of the maldives to be east of las vegas... but i guess the roulette does care for the choir you’ll echo when the echo is necessary, and the bagel will suddenl say through it’s fake bun-button: those holocaut jews were really in ownership of british passports... we are representative of their martyrdom... i guess one could claim a denial of poland some other way... denying poland the holocaust because the jews suddenly became mr. polanksi jr. could be accepted... but then i democratically veto a disrespect of the bagel... end of! well dough dough, aren’t we all wooed into sinking england by due course affiliating a secure future. *no wonder in the ***** of death and you in paradise hinge on taking me back to take a g.c.s.e. lesson in history! evens oddly the odds. how about we revise geography? no? ah.. oh well... we can learn something new of a palestianian polity in your agenda in a year or two; oh don’t worry... no new mozart will convert you or give you trouble to say the least; please please... we can hibernate the russians into death in order to make the americans fully aware... we can do that... and roll one of those grand cigars for the 51st star we’ve all been waiting for, ha ha. oh **** you’re right... freedom of speech... securing the nazis retired in argentina was a falkland right that got england engaged.* oh but you didn’t provide me with a safety of being ethically proud, or being nationally proud... instead you told me to be globally proud... and what’s that? the laughter surrounding copernicus?! no one laughed at the mongols... but everyone could laugh and execute galilieo... where does that leave me... in a society of ***** if it doesn’t... do i look like a **** oh but i do look like a **** you laugh at ****** i guess i am a ******* **** after all: totenkopf zu die ende; but you pride it so much... it’s called teen mom tv... even though it broadcasts on a channel that should have music on it!
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but then the polish spitfire fighters of the battle of britain, and the settlers of w.p.b. anders where undermined in clothed ethnicity of former countrymen that came later by the migrant toll of conquered social atheism of communism, by loss of empire and colony for the sole justice of copernicus the plumber, asian racism with depth came later, and now individual atheism of capitalism just sells, because no one will congregate for it as worthwhile! when you write something and don't call it by it's educational phrasing: some say poetry... others say waiting for the male cat of yours returning from a night escapade where neither food nor warmth will lure, but the cold crisp of usable fur does beg a return... once, when the high street resembled some sort of civility of wanting to be car noise free... but today's high street is all about shoes, clothes and mobile phones... it's the phlegm ghetto to my liking, whether oxford or reagant's st., it's just a massive ghetto of purchase, that has nothing i want, just an experience of tourism but never an experience of rooting in... st. john paul ii is a curse i too would have said well ordained for a statue... grannies across poland will crucify me... what a success... i became a person when i experienced immigration... i call it neo-colonial exports... ******* of eastern europe.
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
europe
My dreams are getting better so I must be as well. My streets getting cleaner so the world must be too. My ‘self’ is getting stronger so my mind has to. My ideas still aren’t coherent so I don’t think I should be.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
Copernicus dies
She was born in this world unable to see. Her chubby cheeks complement her very large eyes. She was an angel, indeed. Adorable. I know I wasn't there but I can tell from the very moment I saw her eyes. Her eyes... The only part of her that stays the same, from the moment when she was a child until now that she is a woman. Her skin is no longer the same, nor her mind, nor her heart. But her eyes... her eyes speak of eternity. Her irises shame the bluest skies, and when they turn gray the wolves realize that the moon is nothing to her gaze. And when I read the scriptures stating God makes me lie in green pastures and leads me to still waters, I need not to read them again, for her eyes tell it all. Your eyes show me the evergreen fields, your face is tamer than the peaceful waters. Tell me then, what else do I need, when you're the best that God has to offer? Now what do the seekers seek, what do the doubters ask, what do they decipher, when your eyes have answered them at last? Why did they spend their lives looking at the stars, why did they waste their time breaking down atoms, why did they put themselves in an endless search for the understanding of infinity, when the second they gaze upon your eyes, they shall know immortality? I can see. But I was blind, like a bat lost in the middle of the day. Seeking purpose, seeking essence, seeking all the answers to all the questions. I have dropped belief, I have dropped faith, I have dropped hope, and so I have dropped love. And I have never been this lost. It's a shame when the thing you were searching, was with you all along. But fate is so gracious to give me the answer, and I cannot believe that it would be much smaller, The summary of everything, of the cosmos, of my existence, Lies within your pupils, your lenses and your irises. Your beauty has quantized the irrational, you made the skeptic trust for the very first time, you have shamed the atheist for making him believe in God, for he was convinced that your perfect existence must have a perfect creator. You have proven that Copernicus has wasted his time proving the earth's revolution around the sun, when it was crystal clear that the universe revolves around you. You have proven wrong Maslow's heirarchy of needs, when it was your words that shall make a man truly live. Your eyes became the window to another world, Through it I've seen the beauty of your soul, the hope of us all. This foolish man has even been proven foolish, searching the answers in all the places, despite the fact that you're beside me. And still I remain blind. I can see everything, but still I am blind. But now I shall cease my needless wandering and just stare at your eyes for the rest of my life. Until I am in my deathbed, with your cheeks chubby no more, and your beauty defied by time. Your eyes remain the same, and the radiance of your soul forever young. And I shall tell you my final words, to the eyes of my goddess, forever divine, "I have seen the all the beauty of the world, through the eyes that weren't mine."
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
Eyes
She was born in this world unable to see. Her chubby cheeks complement her very large eyes. She was an angel, indeed. Adorable. I know I wasn't there but I can tell from the very moment I saw her eyes. Her eyes... The only part of her that stays the same, from the moment when she was a child until now that she is a woman. Her skin is no longer the same, nor her mind, nor her heart. But her eyes... her eyes speak of eternity. Her irises shame the bluest skies, and when they turn gray the wolves realize that the moon is nothing to her gaze. And when I read the scriptures stating God makes me lie in green pastures and leads me to still waters, I need not to read them again, for her eyes tell it all. Your eyes show me the evergreen fields, your face is tamer than the peaceful waters. Tell me then, what else do I need, when you're the best that God has to offer? Now what do the seekers seek, what do the doubters ask, what do they decipher, when your eyes have answered them at last? Why did they spend their lives looking at the stars, why did they waste their time breaking down atoms, why did they put themselves in an endless search for the understanding of infinity, when the second they gaze upon your eyes, they shall know immortality? I can see. But I was blind, like a bat lost in the middle of the day. Seeking purpose, seeking essence, seeking all the answers to all the questions. I have dropped belief, I have dropped faith, I have dropped hope, and so I have dropped love. And I have never been this lost. It's a shame when the thing you were searching, was with you all along. But fate is so gracious to give me the answer, and I cannot believe that it would be much smaller, The summary of everything, of the cosmos, of my existence, Lies within your pupils, your lenses and your irises. Your beauty has quantized the irrational, you made the skeptic trust for the very first time, you have shamed the atheist for making him believe in God, for he was convinced that your perfect existence must have a perfect creator. You have proven that Copernicus has wasted his time proving the earth's revolution around the sun, when it was crystal clear that the universe revolves around you. You have proven wrong Maslow's heirarchy of needs, when it was your words that shall make a man truly live. Your eyes became the window to another world, Through it I've seen the beauty of your soul, the hope of us all. This foolish man has even been proven foolish, searching the answers in all the places, despite the fact that you're beside me. And still I remain blind. I can see everything, but still I am blind. But now I shall cease my needless wandering and just stare at your eyes for the rest of my life. Until I am in my deathbed, with your cheeks chubby no more, and your beauty defied by time. Your eyes remain the same, and the radiance of your soul forever young. And I shall tell you my final words, to the eyes of my goddess, forever divine, "I have seen the all the beauty of the world, through the eyes that weren't mine."
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the Übermensch anomaly was short-lived in Europe, it was never going to be an idea with a survival instinct for longevity in Europe, just like Copernicus became defamed by Galileo... the Übermensch idea was prescribed to America, what with their Superman and Batman, and Spiderman... Nietzsche didn't include America for a reason, you could speak of Emerson as the zenith of American intellectual output as the reason, but that's hardly a reason... tourists to the Caribbean will know, Americans think they're super-human... i hate the American accent, it's like a mosquito buzzing in my ear, i just call them the spaghetti swindlers of tongue, gluttonous harp players... and because Nietzsche didn't mention America, America is his most fertile and therefore most arable landmass... i mean... Nietzsche reached pop culture status, just because he didn't mention American culture in his writing... and that's how the Americans see themselves, the righteous inheritors of the post-Nazi mindset... Übermensch Staaten Amerika... hence the reason they're on the gold medal leader boards at the Olympics... i.e. if those ******* aren't doped then i'm doped... not doping athletes makes chemists redundant, dope the whole lot of them, let's make it fair. yes, i know it should have been written as staaten, but i like my diacritical arithmetic, and given the umlaut, i count that as a hidden extra a... so from staaten into stäten; oh yeah... and **** your "perfect" teeth; or the Penguin cover for Philip K. Dick's man in the high castle, the red & white stripes with 50 swastikas.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Übermensch Stäten Amerika (Ü.S.A.)
the Übermensch anomaly was short-lived in Europe, it was never going to be an idea with a survival instinct for longevity in Europe, just like Copernicus became defamed by Galileo... the Übermensch idea was prescribed to America, what with their Superman and Batman, and Spiderman... Nietzsche didn't include America for a reason, you could speak of Emerson as the zenith of American intellectual output as the reason, but that's hardly a reason... tourists to the Caribbean will know, Americans think they're super-human... i hate the American accent, it's like a mosquito buzzing in my ear, i just call them the spaghetti swindlers of tongue, gluttonous harp players... and because Nietzsche didn't mention America, America is his most fertile and therefore most arable landmass... i mean... Nietzsche reached pop culture status, just because he didn't mention American culture in his writing... and that's how the Americans see themselves, the righteous inheritors of the post-Nazi mindset... Übermensch Staaten Amerika... hence the reason they're on the gold medal leader boards at the Olympics... i.e. if those ******* aren't doped then i'm doped... not doping athletes makes chemists redundant, dope the whole lot of them, let's make it fair. yes, i know it should have been written as staaten, but i like my diacritical arithmetic, and given the umlaut, i count that as a hidden extra a... so from staaten into stäten; oh yeah... and **** your "perfect" teeth; or the Penguin cover for Philip K. Dick's man in the high castle, the red & white stripes with 50 swastikas.
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"May her soul rest in peace" And journey of what? Maze me out, Maze of blue Copernicus, Aristotle, Ptolemy Blurry of curry, the banquet! And I sat as the thread pulled me to the tunnel The sky was pink, The ocean was grey But the thread seemed to pull me through uncertainties Good doctor, split my spine in two Plato in depth; Man /Man , woman /woman gender trip, gender spun, Split in half, lost in time, Am I him; Or is he mine.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
The Banquet
Have you ever been wrong? I was wrong. Ugly, smugly wrong. Psephologically wrong. Hit the iceberg, smoking’s good for you, the treaty of Versailles, left on red, Copernicus, Aristotle, Custer, wrong. I’m not claiming an excuse, wrong. It wasn’t you, it was me, wrong. Just fricking kiss a frog wrong. Wrong all along, wrong about the world, reevaluate me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I can admit I was wrong. Can you forgive me, can I forgive me, wrong . . Songs for this: Waters of March by John Roseboro & Mei Semones Stabilise by Nilüfer Yanya
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC
wrong
bring them slaving, bring them tailoring, harvesting and matchstick sharpening a well measured strike; i'd rather die among them than among either of these or either friendships, as might be easily counted equal should the utopian dreams be finally fulfilled - i rather hang with them than have such dreams fulfilled for a gory nice radio broadcast of: ooh ooh, here's an advert woo ah ah, monkey doodle do do do... James Bond's the name, Saharan Martinis is the game... storm me a sly cold one of those, shake the Copernicus cranium while you're at it - i.e., get the womaniser's reality straight while you're at it: flashy wristwatch chequer check check (minding the winks)... 9.30a.m. if there is hope in me, let me see it! none of this distancing as argument, a worthwhile read like a document's small print; let me see it! if i can't forget your promise i can't make it! let me see the small print and cherish the pre nuptial as an equal! what are you now? nazis of the female genitalia enforcing?!
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
but who are you without a family, claiming a history?
when i go back to poland i go back to see my grandparents and the oddity of being unable to write its history, a history in terms of being allowed citizen benefits should i have been found unemployed, and be argued in the realm of ethnicity like Copernicus between poles and germans; but i hear the european parliament pays off its politicians like stuffing turkeys... don't worry... being fat in kenya is a social status of being higher up; in europe that's called a gym membership.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
splinters
it's almost north korea for all the languages spoken outside of english; which is kinda sad, no wonder the propaganda; but then the bellybutton circuit of lost hopes to revise Copernicus - immigrants' song to give closure for the lost army of post-colonial whites you desecrated in the fields against turnips, potatoes and democracy's ideals'... so that a marketed ideal of a theology would ruffle a few dog-collars to impeach a jest of a commanding speech aghast in heresy tilting toward archaeology, as wept, Egypt, and with scarce reasons... never you mind.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
kinda sad