"credential" poems
In that land somewhere of our dreams
all is to be found right therein it seems
where there isn’t a struggle for survival
as the brotherhood of man is in revival.
We help each other and have no real fear
our hope is occassioned with good cheer.
Whatever we think, do or therefore say
is imbued with love and lights the way.
We have all arrived at that promised land
and must work together as a united band;
giving and sharing of the good we all can
while upholding this brotherhood of man.
Non-violence is one of the rules we live by
the essence of love we maintain and glorify.
We all live as one in both our heart and mind
and express those feelings of a universal kind.
There are no problems that we can’t resolve
as all our life around love does here revolve.
In living by the truth we are becoming free
and in this condition enjoy the grace to see
All that exists in the world can be seen anew
which is an affirmation of scripture and true.
Our life now is filled with bliss as it once began
in this state of knowing the brotherhood of man.
We do not therefore seek to get the better of each other
but accomplish all that we need to helping one another.
Being free from any unnatural cares our lives are whole
and all that ever happens a joyful experience of the soul.
Awake to intuition we have to realise our ultimate potential
and so everything bears the stamp of some divine credential.
In being as we are then our years extend for a long span
as we all live in accordance with the brotherhood of man.
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
I once had a lover that on the most ordinary of days
Out shopping for underwear
Looked at my reflection in the mirror and said
I love the boy in you
And I love the girl in you
And everything in between
Later they asked me what love is
And I said I think that's what love is
Seeing everything in between the reflection
Seeing somebody clearer than they see themselves
I said tell Me you love every piece of me
The skin I shed
The skin that hates this chest
The “it's a boy” they never said
The “I love yous” they never meant
I've spent so much time trying to find the in between where there's no haircuts
Or funny ways of dressing
Or anything confusing about my chest
I'll just keep choosing to ignore the way they say
You're so beautiful
In the same breath as potential
As if it's a credential for my anatomy
Instead tell me I'm the cutest boy you've ever had in your bed
Tell me my body isn't woman it's just the wild
Tell me flesh is nothing
I'm made of light
Tell me my light is beautiful
Touch my soft
Touch my belly button but not like they ever touched me
Touch me like I'm the kind of soft that can turn hard
A tin roof against the rain
Beating a thunderstorms refrain into music
They told me I have too much bark
Too much bite
I'm too pretty to fight
So tell me instead I'm the softest pebble you've ever skipped across your body
And ripples are born of my feathered fists and my hammering heart
Tell me softness has no gender
Tell me our body's never knew what gender meant
I want to be gender bent over till it breaks
And takes the freighttrain words of haters
But don't you cringe under the jagged teeth of their stares
**** my love into your body and hold it there
Always write a poem in my body
And use the words they spit at us
But instead infuse them with a welcome song to tell my body it's found home
Everything we do rhymes with ****** rhymes with **** rhymes with queer
These labels belong to us
The fear in these labels does not belong to us
I'm here to witness you try to live in a body you call home without trying to run away
I wish my body was made of clay so I could fit it into the box labeled
“I love you no matter what”
Will you love me no matter what
If I want you to bend me over backwards until I break the reflection the mirror tries to make of me
And find it's just glass
Like my see through skin
Try to see through my skin
Tell me you see me
I'll see every piece of you
Soft
Hard
Apart
Together
Girl
Boy
But never in a box
I'll take that box labeled “I'll love you no matter what” and I'll break it down
Leave that truth around your bones
Until you believe it can't break
That truth will be our home and we can live in that between because that's where love is.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
Within each and every one of us
is a unique culture:
Ethnocentrism
reaches just as far inward
as it does outward:
Just because
academia
has imposed it's own
fascist, totalitarian, absolute
definitions
does not mean
that it has final say:
i postulate
such adacemic-fetishism
is merely a byproduct of
propaganda
pushed by Big Money
rather than
a genuine insitution
of respectable edification:
that is
i see it as
a mere appeal
to authority;
a well-known logical fallacy
to those who are in the know.
Tread lightly.
Modern Academics
seems to be
yet another
corrupt branch
of Business;
little more.
Academic achievement
is not equivocal
to intellectual worth:
a graduate's degree
is moreso
a status symbol
than it is
a credential
anymore.
'T'is vile idolatry
in lieu of
an individual's personal philosophy;
that's not to say it's
absolutely worthless,
but it may as well be
in today's job market
(unless it's a business degree!)
Then again,
that's just my opinion.
i guess i oughtta shut up
before Edu-nazis shut me down.
Oops, did i type that out loud?
I'm so sorry, you see,
vhat i meant to say vas:
Heil Stanford!
Heil Harvord!
Heil Berkley!
Heil vhat i am told zu heil!
Heil zhe publishing companies!
Heil zhe holders of student loans!
Heil egredious student debt
in lieu of philosophical discourse,
let alone progress!
Heil vhat i see on TV!
Heil *******
Heil alkohol!
Heil gasoline!
Do not qvestion zhe dogma;
go back zu sleep, you sheep!
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Dare to dream your own dreams.
Dare to live your own life.
No matter how often it seems,
the world’s sending you strife.
Be who you really are.
Don’t follow the crowd.
And even when this seems bizarre,
In the end you’ll be proud.
Follow your own way.
And never back down.
Don’t let your beliefs sway.
Even when they make others frown.
Study hard now and work hard later.
It may not now seem that essential,
but it’ll make you that much greater
and be an added credential.
So dare to dream your own dreams.
Dare to live your own life.
No matter how often it seems,
the world’s sending you strife.
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
Everyday I pass by the twin arcade
Everyday I pass by the twin store
But I never perceived the old man
with his blue turban ,
with his credential,
with his assign attire,
checking the folio of every passerby
But instantaneously,
my eyes seize the eyes of the old man
but he gyrate around
He was white as the winter snowfall,
He was cute as my Grandpa,
He smiled with torment,
He looked with keen eyes,
But I wondered why?
In this hazy cloudy cover
where the old man is waged
I evoke the days of my mother barking to wake me up,
but her utter ampthy of beholding me dormancy,
let me took off from my phronthistery
did someone showed the same affection to the old man
I awe why he was working at this senility?
I awe where was his progeny?
I awe did they left him?
I awe was he alone?
I desire to blather with him and ask him to be my Grandpa
But the old man was overshadowed
with my beau tight embrace
and I left the arcade
but in a hankering to meet you again Grandpa
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
And everything will just
Keep on continuing as
It always has
Here in America
I'm told that on the news
We are a financially stable
And powerful nation
No harm can come
To our completely exposed power grid
Some say
Or to our economy
Politicians are promising
On the television
To make America
Great again
And on and on
Meanwhile we are
18 trillion in debt
I went to college
I have a credential too
And I'm still broke
Many people are
And our nation is broke
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
*Some friends think they are so important. . . Essential
They aim to be very close to you. . . Residential
They take total control of your life. . . Presidential
They ride over your decisions. . . . Influential
And claim they deserve the merit. . . Credential
Then disappear when problems result. . . Consequential*
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
monetary means conquered
all
lots of dollars were the power
ball
dominance bought by wads
galore
how they pleasured in the
store
suit cases of currency given
for treatment ever preferential
which ensured they'd be viewed
with more favourable credential
the complexion of a situation
can
change
when there's bucks proffered
in
exchange
business was done
this
selective
way
and it always carried
the
mega rating's
day
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
Fear,
you make my body quake
leave cracks in my esteem
and invite doubts
to harbor and fester as you
send a shiver down my spine
to drown my fire.
Fear,
you soak up all the syllables.
that I was to mutter
so I stumble
and stand there mute
with my stomach heavy with nausea.
Fear,
I take guilt bites
as I am lost in panicky howls.
while you lay out procrastination unevenly
and drink from the reservoir of my energy.
Fear,
you trick my potential
wipe out my credential
leave nothing but
raspy and rough remnants for me
to draw from.
Fear,
you rule the beats of my heart
pulling me out at the first hello.
you grip me,
whisper obscurely
whilst darkness grasps my sense
and wraps my dreams with dark matter.
Fear,
with you my my soul
remains parched like the desert,
and my brain wrecked with nervosity
as the sensation spreads across my body.
But Fear,
I want to be one step ahead
of you this time.
I don’t want my fate to collapse
beneath your decisions.
Fear,
I want to spell courage louder
than your stifling whispers
as I embrace opportunities
regardless of how daunting and risky you paint it to be.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Introducing the subconscious
Where the ideas lie
And the person differs
From the abnormal.
A contrast with the formal
Unbeknownst to anyone credential
Live high and mighty
Get through the fighting
Nothing lies above
Nothing lies beneath
Introducing the subconscious
Where the ideas lie.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
We are assembled here
this May evening of 2006
to celebrate our own
Leading Lady of
American Letters.
The tall, slender author,
her classic looks
so reminiscent of
ladies in an elegant
Victorian era salon,
reads one of her
earlier short stories
at the Free Library
of Philadelphia.
She speaks with such
feeling and precision,
we close our eyes
and envision her
youthful heroine's
anxiety and naivete
in that familiar setting
of an upstate
New York town.
Later, in another room
of the library,
I will meet her
too briefly at a
book signing.
She stands to greet me,
smiling so pleasantly
and asks, "What do you do?"
in the friendliest way.
I reply "I'm a
proofreader," somewhat
embarrassed at my
flimsy Dickensian
credential.
This was my own
personal brush
with greatness
and I find myself
tongue-tied with
hero worship.
She is gracious
and fragile, exquisitely
feminine and warm and
I would learn I was
not the only groupie
in the library throng
that evening -
a multitude of fans
lined up to meet
the literary icon.
Joyce Carol Oates,
as her critics
rightly rhapsodize,
is a force of nature,
a uniquely powerful
writer whose brilliance
rests not just in the
singularly American
landscapes she paints,
not just in the
idiosyncratic
characters who people
her storytelling,
but in the creation
of rich personal
moments of intimacy,
of revelation and insight;
she makes us witnesses,
eavesdroppers, to her
characters' deepest
thoughts, longings,
her voice reaches out
to us from the pages,
a voice as poignant
as a mother's in the
gloom of night,
reading to her children
just before prayers
are murmured and
sleep tiptoes in.
The path of
literary greatness
leads us to her heroes...
James Joyce, Emily Bronte,
Thoreau, Faulkner,
Flaubert, Hemingway;
like each one of these
celebrated wordsmiths,
she is an iconoclast,
an original...
unique,
incomparable,
our own
quintessential
national treasure.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
I find myself wanting
Some type of different experience
Friendship
And maybe hugging
A female friend
But I doubt that will come
Are society is so isolating
I am paid twice the minimum wage
Kind of lame
To spend all that money on college
And a credential
Just to barely make enough
To pay my bills
Hopefully when I get full time
I can make enough for my own
Small apartment
I'm content
I'm not complaining
I didn't become
A teacher for the money
I just think
That I should be paid
More than twice the minimum wage
It is in fact not even
Twice the minimum wage
This country
Doesn't have a future anyhow
Just store food
And get ready for a collapse I guess
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Protestant Guilt
I do not
Seem to have the
Protestant work ethic
I think I appear lazy
(To the taxpayer)
Yes I live in my parent's home
(Eeeek)
I will wait
And not eat
With my family
If you don't work
You don't deserve to eat!
A 30 year old man
Without a career
My goodness
And I've tried
I've tried
I got myself
A bit of an education
Heck, I ain't a genius
But I'm kinda smart too
I read Aristotle and Camu
Got a BA and a credential
As well
In this life
We all have
A story to tell
And my story
Won't include a job
With minimum wage
So I'm fairly educated
And with no dough
Content to lay about
Underneath
Park trees
Tao is wise mother
Don't you know?
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
I will do my sacred duty
How dare they!
Reject me
Unemployed
I try again and again
I am a smart man
I love history and philosophy
I have a B.A. and a teaching credential
I was almost accepted into a Masters of social work program too
I made it to the waiting list
I can't even pay my bills
And I'm almost 30!
I will stand
I do not tire
I will not rest
I must not fail
In performing my sacred duty
I will not fail
In performing the duties
That were assigned to me
By the Creator
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
This little Toshiba netbook
Is having some problems functioning
I always took good care of it
I think it's four years old by now
I thought I would be able to afford a regular computer by now
At least I had a few interviews
Still no luck
Oh well
If the powers that be
Won't hire me
Then ***** it
I have a B.A. Plus 16 months for the credential
I still live here at home
I will have lived here 17 years this upcoming October
Looks like it will be another year or so
Before I finally move out
I'm not really sure?
Geeze I'm a living saint for goodness sakes
A ****** and never been drunk too
I sit in my room watching history documentaries
And reading philosophy too
I don't expect to fall in love
I just want to make a small salary
Enough to have my own small apartment
I wish I had some more good friends
Hmm well I guess I'll go chip golf ***** now
And listen to the golden sayings of Epictetus
You have to love yourself
You have to believe in yourself
Because everything is so hard
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
At the end
Of the day
Let one be thankful for
How many times
They smiled
And, how many times
They created a reason
To make smile
Nothing more
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC
Are you going through a hard time?
Do you feel emptiness and pain
Like me?
It's okay
We are human beings
Here hold my hand
We will not break
We will fight on
We remain unbroken
We are poor
We are tired
We are searching
Searching for meaning
Searching for something
Oh this life
This life
Somebody should have told me
I am learning for myself
Are you seeing like me
Seeing how hard it can be?
I am more
More than just a body
I am not a materialist
We are fighting
We are fighting
We are fighting
I am fighting
I am poor
And as hard as I have studied
As much as I have studied
I still can't find a job
We are fighting
Don't stop fighting
And why do I breath heavy like this?
It must be life that weighs heavy on me
Still Still
I do not want pills
Or Sympathy
Just more hard times
Get up, get up!
We are still here
We are still Fighting
This is earth
We are strong
We will not break
We will not break
I went to college
Then I got a credential
Still no job
Still no job
Almost 30, still no job
These dollars are practically worthless!
Quantitative easing
The Fed
What a miserable institution
Printing more and more
Hyper inflation
Worthless American dollars
Let's be strong
Let's get strong
They cannot break
They will not break the iron will
The iron will
Forged in fires
Of endless hours alone
The emptiness alone alone
There was no one
No one
Just some hope or something
Something that no one can ****
I am man!!!!!!!
This is earth!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am not a super soldier
My body ages
My weak frail human body
Work out
Again and again
Again and again
Are you poor like me
Do you look for love
But you can't find it?
People can be terrible
Forget them
You are still here
Still here and still fighting
You cannot take that away
Say your name!
I am Matt
Almost 30 earth years
Motherf*****
Come on!!!!!!!
I'm ready for more pain
More emptiness
I'm ready
I am ready
I will not break
Spinning earth spins round and round
Human bodies go up and down
It's a crazy *** place
I try to do what is right
To be good
I show love to people
Are you like me?
I am earth man
I am earth man
I will not fear
I do not fear
I keep the times
I keep the times
I am the keeper
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
The initial concussion was prudently timed,
but not as tremendous as the distorted appearance of
the authentic invisible line that rules the blur side of site.
Subsequently, Would the dead dot find out ?
The deception was born three centuries earlier than the date
On the Earth’s birth credential,the Calendar!
which gave a power exemption to the hands of the eager,
Had we been trapped...
In logic, like psychology mistaken for philosophy
And why did They... what was in it for Plato and
Will it take us all our lives to figure it out ?
The Psych has the source of pride,
“That which truly is can’t come into being,
Can’t change in any respect, and can’t perish.
That which becomes never truly is.
So, things that come into being, alter and eventually perish never really exist.”
On the other grip, The uninformed's portion was no worse then
Than it is now.
The distribution of labor made sense
In theories developed by the ancestor
of the school of speculation
Who grasped the rationale their origin had used
To ****** and deceive, reduce and receive.
The arrangement looped itself, the same case
In a different procedure complying the conventions of
A popular character.
The cold of a desolate native.
Imprisonment, Mentally accredited and
While there’s hardship still on the bars and,
In the window, a clear path is always vivid.
The sight was Buried earlier.
Now, The panic is absent.
But the pain still stands.
And the blade, The pistol,and the Cheap prescriptions
for the wretched are only a few decisions away.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
I need money again
I don't have the money again
What a ******* up system
I work my whole life
Go to college and do well there
Get a credential and get straight A's
And I get absolutely nothing
No job and no money!
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
What dew on the petal,
Who’s moisture before,
Found solace in my uncertain plight?
She of soft flesh,
Her black and white sense,
Will I see her again,
In the stars of the night?
Ideas do drown in spasms of light,
Where poems lay down to die,
But I,
I am slight,
One with, but apart from the night.
Dec 26, 2022
Dec 26, 2022 at 7:27 PM UTC
The Young American
That's me
Wonders what it would
Be like
To have more than three
Good friends
That he sees
Only once every few months
Such a good human being
I am
And yet I cannot find
The companionship
Of other people
And I don't know
Where to go
Or how to meet
People
Maybe meetup.com?
I joined there once
I can tell people
Such interesting
Things about myself
Like how
I was able to pay off my car
After four years
I put about 9 grand down
It is a 2010 Civic
And I can tell them about
How I borrowed
18,000 to get
A credential
And how I can't
Even find part time
Work as a teacher
And I can tell them
How I enjoy avocados
And every kind of fruit
And I can also tell them
How ******* we all are
Here in America
:)
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
Stuck At the library
Waiting for my car
I took a few classes here
About 10.5 years ago
I was broke then
I am broke now
After getting my B.A.
Then my credential
F*** this
Credit limit almost reached
Wandering around the library
Browsing through a book about the origins of the Korean War.
Life
Blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Spinning world spins round and round
So is the afterlife fun
This places *****
Do we do fun stuff there
Can I meet a beautiful woman there
Feel loved by her
Hope so
P-town
Is the place to be
Yes
I'm chillin' at the world re-known
PCC
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
I've just got
To make more money
Just got to work
40 to 50
Hours a week
Just got to
I don't know why
No one can tell me why
That's just how
This earth system operates
I've just got to
Love full time work
And the American Dream
And blah blah blah blah
I've looked for work
I can't find any
There are thousands of other
People like me
With a college degree
And a teaching credential
They don't
Pay us
Hardly anything
I don't make enough
For my own apartment
I don't make enough
But I've just got to
Got to keep on trying
To find full time employment
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
The ego is an illusion
The Taoist is understood
Here in America
Loud sounds, shouting
Flashing lights,
Going here going there
Busy bodies
I'm just here to do
The minimum
I don't care
If I'm hated
By everyone
Who cares
I'm tired
And I'm lonely
And I don't have
Any female friends
Blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
I sit in front of my Ipad
Watching documentaries
There are no people here
And no
It's not
A "nice day"
No matter how much
She says that
It's not nice at all
Just another day
Alone in America
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
Alone at the library
I will continue dictating the article entitled,
"Unlimited War and Social Change:
Unpacking the Cold War's Impact"
I was sold a bill of goods
I went to college
And spent another 16 months
To get a credential
And I still don't have a dime
Hundreds of thousands of dollars
Spent on my education
You know what
Just **** it
**** this miserable state
This poor state
Jobless state
Worthless economy
Ruined nation
I just don't give a ****
If I ever work again
Sure I'll try
But I tell you I have learned with all my education
It means nothing in this economy
So **** it
Happy to read articles all day
Happy to take pictures of the birds
Content to live in that room in my parents home
They were going to paint
My Room
Lol!
I had the painter just touch up the trim
I've been through enough ****
I'm tough now
And mean
My therapist she left
Bird in a cage
Talons sharpened
You threaten me or
Argue with me
Eeeeek eeeeek,
The high pitched cry of a angry falcon!
Righteous anger
For all my education
I don't get anything
Not a single dime!
Be careful with
An angry bird
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
I can't find work
There are no jobs
Day after day
After month, after month
I'm tired of this
This state
Where you go to college
Then you get a credential
And I still can't earn a dime
Oh well
There are always the mountain trails I suppose
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC