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"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.
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
The Brotherhood Of Man
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.
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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.
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
In between
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.
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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!
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Ethnocentrism [Education]
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.
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Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
Dare
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
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
The Old Man
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
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
America's Economy In Trouble
*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*
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
Friends?
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
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
Mega Rating's Day
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.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Fear
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.
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
Introducing new thoughts
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.
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Tribute
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.
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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
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Twice The Minimum Wage
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?
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Protestant Guilt
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
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
My Sacred Duty
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
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
Toshiba Netbook
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
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:19 AM UTC
Credential Point
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
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
Are You Going Through A Hard Time?
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
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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.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
The Last was the First Misery
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.
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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!
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
Money
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.
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Dec 26, 2022
Dec 26, 2022 at 7:27 PM UTC
Dubious Credential's
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 :)
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
Young American ****** Guy
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
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
Stuck At The Library
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
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
Alone In America
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
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Falcon
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
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Tired Of No Work