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"exceptionalism" poems
i given nothing i abandoned i adopted i dropout i garage i Apple i NeXT i Pixar i Apple i pilfered i i invented i i produced i i market i i retail i i am i i am i i tech beauty i consumer fetish i whom you love i sleekest widgets i Toy Story i Macintosh i macbook i Lisa iTunes iPod iPhone iPad i more i rebel i genius i visionary i entrepreneur i world changer i exceptionalism i capital market hero i bigger then business i cool capitalism i myth i "the man" i worker i employer i boss i thief i savior i billionaire i venerated i vanity i Buddhist i prophet i redeemed i 1 in 300 million i America i sing the pathos i am the creed i define the ethos i Steve Jobs i amassed riches i accolade crowned i ingratiate world i virtue i success i creativity i favored i Midas i bedeviled i tested i afflicted i retire i human i mortal i succumb i eulogized i leave legacy of i i am an MBA case study i employed workers i peddled intrepid product cycles i subject of amusing anecdotes i am heroic corporate folklore i grew pods full of music i incite kids to thumb phones i captivate consumer imagination i built rock solid balance sheet i erected toxic Chinese factories i enriched investors i am the cool corporate brand i inspired a million unused i apps i hipster capitalism i imposed my will i insisted i am that i am i cannot take it with me i leave blue jeans i leave NB sneakers i leave black collarless shirt i will be asked what i did with the time i was given? i did the best i could i played the hand dealt i parlayed it into a royal flush i filled it up with i i ask why i am no more? i leave the world i am no more Godspeed Beloved Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs (February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011) jbm Oakland 10/6/11
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Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 10:40 PM UTC
iBook of Jobs
i given nothing i abandoned i adopted i dropout i garage i Apple i NeXT i Pixar i Apple i pilfered i i invented i i produced i i market i i retail i i am i i am i i tech beauty i consumer fetish i whom you love i sleekest widgets i Toy Story i Macintosh i macbook i Lisa iTunes iPod iPhone iPad i more i rebel i genius i visionary i entrepreneur i world changer i exceptionalism i capital market hero i bigger then business i cool capitalism i myth i "the man" i worker i employer i boss i thief i savior i billionaire i venerated i vanity i Buddhist i prophet i redeemed i 1 in 300 million i America i sing the pathos i am the creed i define the ethos i Steve Jobs i amassed riches i accolade crowned i ingratiate world i virtue i success i creativity i favored i Midas i bedeviled i tested i afflicted i retire i human i mortal i succumb i eulogized i leave legacy of i i am an MBA case study i employed workers i peddled intrepid product cycles i subject of amusing anecdotes i am heroic corporate folklore i grew pods full of music i incite kids to thumb phones i captivate consumer imagination i built rock solid balance sheet i erected toxic Chinese factories i enriched investors i am the cool corporate brand i inspired a million unused i apps i hipster capitalism i imposed my will i insisted i am that i am i cannot take it with me i leave blue jeans i leave NB sneakers i leave black collarless shirt i will be asked what i did with the time i was given? i did the best i could i played the hand dealt i parlayed it into a royal flush i filled it up with i i ask why i am no more? i leave the world i am no more Godspeed Beloved Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs (February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011) jbm Oakland 10/6/11
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For it is written to grant forgiveness No matter difference or malfeasance To never speak ill of one another Or deny each other our subsistence All men are created equal parchment Holding these truths to be self-evident The oppression of the Kings colony Patriotic revolutionary Migrating minds irrational to sane Reserved safe harbor but to others pain Land of self-righteousness and victory Exceptionalism and destiny Ships billowing with holds of chattel slaves Fractional human beings ordained graves Until brother killed brother for freedom Assassination emancipation Forty acres and a mule recompense Jim Crow separate but equal pretense Lynch mob street justice terrorism rope Vietnam veteran unable to cope James Earl Ray bullet Memphis balcony Bull Connor another dead Kennedy Black power fist raised Mexico City Malcolm X panther Muhammed Ali White supremacy freedom riders dead Mississippi white cross on fire dread Rodney King can’t we just get along plea Is skin color all we will ever see? Should they get over their Mockingbird past Should they burn the city or should they fast? Oh Lord should we turn a cheek in silence Or fight with Kings dream of non-violence?
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Why Do They Act That Way?
early morning and the same sun rises over distant lands and close-by skyscrapers searing rusting infrastructure with its harsh orange glow spreading westward, stretching over asphalt pathways that connect, divide, structure, and destroy alighting wearied faces of automobile drivers careening through their morning commutes, consuming caffeine like ******* while they deftly maneuver their 2,000 pounds of steel behind, along, aside, and ahead of their neighbors this, is New Jersey, where all roads lead to Newark and there is nothing left but roads approaching the colossus, the cars cram and crawl into curb-side cases narrowly avoiding calamitous collisions and condescending traffic cops doors, fly open and a mad flurry of arms and legs, boxes and backpacks come whirl-winding out onto the entryway rushed goodbyes and abrupt adieus color the palette of the doorway dripping inside, bleeding into the harshness of late businessmen and screaming families. Shoes Off. Laptops Out. and pray dearly that the TSA doesn't shove their fingers inside of you today. arms up, legs spread exposed to the imperceptible energy of American exceptionalism the magnetic arm swings, impregnating its subjects with the Joy of Fear and the awe of empire swings again, and releases the hapless passenger from its total control Through. Checked. Complete. Pass Go, collect $200. and into the international installation itself. Enjoy your flight.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
not quite Rome
Some dreams are significant Some dreams are just fantasies Some dreams are useless Some dreams are idiotic Dreams can make you unique Dreams can be your drive Dreams can help you develop a vision Dreams can make you a dynamic person We all dream so you are not unique You can sing and you dream to be star, You are smart and you dream to work at Microsoft, You have access to money and want to open another Google, guess what??? You are not unique. You must resist and transform structures You must claim responsibility You must produce knowledge You must move through space and cause disruptions You must affect people by induction If you become normal then you don't exist To exist there must be exceptionalism The normal have no history The normal have no memory You are nothing...
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
You Are Nothing...
The empire has fallen. Olympus is on bent knee. Stars and stripes are no longer stunning. They are littered among the ashes of American exceptionalism. This country was to aspire to higher ideals. Our marble columns were not to be built on the backs of injustice. These shores were meant to welcome the little guy in us all. Now, they are littered among the the ashes of American excpetionalism. Falling back to earth, this place is nothing special. Patriots stand idle. The name of the country is being dragged through the mud. Dirtied by the ashes of American exceptionalism. We are the devils we always feared. The ones we swore to protect the world from. Now, darkened souls torment our government's door. Riddled by the ashes of American exceptionalism. Is there hope? Can there be change? Can we see the error of our ways? Is this ship too far off course? Are we guided by half mast American exceptionalism?
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Beyond American Exceptionalism
You stood in the limelight before a shaft of blazing luminescence emitted from the zenith positioned matrix of all energy The brightness illuminated your radiant countenance as blackness enveloped around your structures as in a early baroque by Rembrandt Your form was made from the finest materials But your representatives stood in defiance going beyond their eroded gardens and trampled vegetation and beast underfoot; even defecated plutonium in my backyard and belched various gases in my face Luxury is still your ideology; all to sure in obtaining unlimited resources You are still heavily consuming the best still maintaining the frivolous notion that all is well never anticipating that time passes into the future The shaft of blazing sunlight has insidiously been replaced by a blinding interrogation lamp as darkness licks at your morals and creeps upon your very being small cracks are now being discovered upon your once lovely face No longer can you obtain desirous riches as readily as options become minimized, while playing and bullying a winning serious game of monopoly against poor countries Panic is beginning to take hold as reality overcomes frivolity You are starting to run, you have already left one of your golden combat boots in Vietnam; later pirated black gold from Mesopotamia under perjury and severed our nation with the fascistic sword of xenophobia, and plundered the spirits, at home, and other innocent minorities unjustly And nationalised yourself from a continent to an island regressing into itself; homogenized into exceptionalism and the nervous propagandized gnashing of Caucasian teeth But doubtless to say there is no reason for a prince to save you because you have gotten too old, much too corporatised, too corrupted, too soon, too fast, YOU MUST SAVE YOURSELF!! And I know you can And I know you can be that lady with that beacon torch of hope...once...again And whence comes the nourishment of love that flourishes once more...
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
America The Once Beautiful
You stood in the limelight before a shaft of blazing luminescence emitted from the zenith positioned matrix of all energy The brightness illuminated your radiant countenance as blackness enveloped around your structures as in a early baroque by Rembrandt Your form was made from the finest materials But your representatives stood in defiance going beyond their eroded gardens and trampled vegetation and beast underfoot; even defecated plutonium in my backyard and belched various gases in my face Luxury is still your ideology; all to sure in obtaining unlimited resources You are still heavily consuming the best still maintaining the frivolous notion that all is well never anticipating that time passes into the future The shaft of blazing sunlight has insidiously been replaced by a blinding interrogation lamp as darkness licks at your morals and creeps upon your very being small cracks are now being discovered upon your once lovely face No longer can you obtain desirous riches as readily as options become minimized, while playing and bullying a winning serious game of monopoly against poor countries Panic is beginning to take hold as reality overcomes frivolity You are starting to run, you have already left one of your golden combat boots in Vietnam; later pirated black gold from Mesopotamia under perjury and severed our nation with the fascistic sword of xenophobia, and plundered the spirits, at home, and other innocent minorities unjustly And nationalised yourself from a continent to an island regressing into itself; homogenized into exceptionalism and the nervous propagandized gnashing of Caucasian teeth But doubtless to say there is no reason for a prince to save you because you have gotten too old, much too corporatised, too corrupted, too soon, too fast, YOU MUST SAVE YOURSELF!! And I know you can And I know you can be that lady with that beacon torch of hope...once...again And whence comes the nourishment of love that flourishes once more...
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You have to start somewhere You have to start somehow At rock bottom You cannot go down Just do something Forget the pressure to be successful This fake exceptionalism you see on social media Meaningless influencers and food for ego Listen to your intuition and forget the noise The bird that tweets the loudest is not the most productive You just need to be the one with the strongest wings Resilience is key
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
Square one
. An Inside Job ?!?!?! **** !!! (                                                       ) (                                  )      (        \/       /\       /     \ %%#%% ****** !! %% ( as the buildings turned To Swiss Cheese & fell down ... down ....... Down ! ) ^ when I was a kid I loved GOD AND COUNTRY now that I am an adult I still love GOD AND COUNTRY But it ain't the false god of war and greed And EXCEPTIONALISM as worshipped now And it sure as hell ain't This Immoral Catastrophe now called AMERIKKKA !!! )?( are YE - all smelling What I be stepping in ? My fellow poets And other Fornicating entities Floating around here On the borderlands Of INSANITY & MASS DELUSION !? // Yeah Let's face it 9//11 WAS an Inside Job !! ( &'none of them Rich Celebs Really loves ya BUT I DO ! )
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
.... are you saying ... 9 //11 ... was NOT
We step away and then, you close the door (you always knew how to close) The palm of your hand (I) shut(s) my eyes and I imagine you must be thinking that my head is spinning only, it’s not. I’m tired this time around and all that we’ve had, in cups, in pantomimes, in black bottles at the back of your grandfather’s closet, is beginning to weigh me down. I am an anchor lightly kissing the bottom of an abyss in a sea. But you don’t swim and I know you never will. No, my head isn’t spinning, but the world is. Before, I thought it ceased to halt when I found myself alone with you in that enclosure I craved from the back of my throat. I was possessive of your presence without good reason. Never had any good reason and here again, I’m without it but I no longer allow myself the delusion of believing in the immortal exceptionalism that I once painted on your face. The auto-intoxication has stopped. We step away and you engage my mouth once more. It has never been the way I’ve wanted. I gave you permission and you close the door. (I am now closing my eyes). I was blind now I ignore the way this body has never been more than a robust instrument. I use it as such. You dismiss my thoughts, that is your mistake. Your hand on the back of my neck, pulling down to devour. We always speak of *** as in hunting terms. A predator hunts his prey. The prey traps her meal. But I no longer resist and I admit that violence no longer shines. It is nothing and makes for one hell of a drowsy exchange. You disrobe me, these mechanics are boring. The choreography of two relative strangers (I hardly know you in the end, we don’t talk) moving their bodies in a badly needed rhythm. Pure imagination. We dance for the other without listening and you step on my toes. I crave the scratching halt of the song. Your tongue is metallic. This has been ugly since day one. I shut my eyes, my head not spinning, and its only now that I see. I no longer wish to force stimulation through the filter of my body. You shut the door and I shut out the world.
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
the back room
We step away and then, you close the door (you always knew how to close) The palm of your hand (I) shut(s) my eyes and I imagine you must be thinking that my head is spinning only, it’s not. I’m tired this time around and all that we’ve had, in cups, in pantomimes, in black bottles at the back of your grandfather’s closet, is beginning to weigh me down. I am an anchor lightly kissing the bottom of an abyss in a sea. But you don’t swim and I know you never will. No, my head isn’t spinning, but the world is. Before, I thought it ceased to halt when I found myself alone with you in that enclosure I craved from the back of my throat. I was possessive of your presence without good reason. Never had any good reason and here again, I’m without it but I no longer allow myself the delusion of believing in the immortal exceptionalism that I once painted on your face. The auto-intoxication has stopped. We step away and you engage my mouth once more. It has never been the way I’ve wanted. I gave you permission and you close the door. (I am now closing my eyes). I was blind now I ignore the way this body has never been more than a robust instrument. I use it as such. You dismiss my thoughts, that is your mistake. Your hand on the back of my neck, pulling down to devour. We always speak of *** as in hunting terms. A predator hunts his prey. The prey traps her meal. But I no longer resist and I admit that violence no longer shines. It is nothing and makes for one hell of a drowsy exchange. You disrobe me, these mechanics are boring. The choreography of two relative strangers (I hardly know you in the end, we don’t talk) moving their bodies in a badly needed rhythm. Pure imagination. We dance for the other without listening and you step on my toes. I crave the scratching halt of the song. Your tongue is metallic. This has been ugly since day one. I shut my eyes, my head not spinning, and its only now that I see. I no longer wish to force stimulation through the filter of my body. You shut the door and I shut out the world.
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“I'll find them" I say as I come across another corpse The blood leaking out of the open wounds inflicted upon them. Turning their intellect into a poison that eats them inside out. They're gone now (blanched from existence), I look around And see the bones on which My “exceptionalism” stands. Unnoticed by most but I sense their ghosts in the spaces that should be filled. The same system that killed my kin, demands I cannibalize them to sell me as a relic - a reminder of what was But I never forget - or forgive - a murderer.
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May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC
2e: erased and exceptional (Bones of Ghosts pt 2)
Can a nation forgive? Or must everyone die? Which generation Will walk a grudge by? Did the Jews forgive? Did Nagasaki forget? How can the heart become What the mind won’t let? Did Jesus speak to you Or to a nation? Did he command the soul Or write a Constitution? Where exceptionalism is assumed With a mandate from God A people destroy the ground Where holiness did trod It is written An eye for an eye But is this for Caesar Or for you and I? It is written Turn the other cheek But is this for a superpower Or only for the weak? Why do we cheer The death of a man When God’s own son Gave us a plan? Or did he? Can no man believe That which his brother Failed to conceive? You abdicate your wishes Behind a closed curtain Believing in the good Your vote always certain The republic gathers its sons And its daughters But the outcome is decided They’ve parted the waters The collective never yields The individual a myth Ancient documents pretend What rights do you walk with? As the national interest swells Our destiny is manifest The chosen many March East and West Civilizing savages Extracting resources Stealing fruit from peasants Mitigating encumbrances The walls pushed further out As we play in the yard We pray before commerce While someone stands guard I call for our memory Of a man in untouchable clothing And for the son of slaves To bring peaceful reckoning Beaten down over and over Suffering the indignities of a lifetime Laying down before charging horses To show us power’s crime What is the seed of change? An atomic bomb? A protest march? Or a Psalm? What have you been told? What have you witnessed? A miracle has occurred And yet you are calloused I speak to you now As you show me your smile Will each eye seeks its mate? Or will you walk the first mile? And then the next As it was spoken But not for Caesar For he will never be broken Will you walk And accept your mandate? Will you give another man your coat Or will you hesitate? Can a nation forgive? Can you or I? Can a newborn baby? Or will you teach it an eye for an eye?
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Can a Nation Forgive?
Can a nation forgive? Or must everyone die? Which generation Will walk a grudge by? Did the Jews forgive? Did Nagasaki forget? How can the heart become What the mind won’t let? Did Jesus speak to you Or to a nation? Did he command the soul Or write a Constitution? Where exceptionalism is assumed With a mandate from God A people destroy the ground Where holiness did trod It is written An eye for an eye But is this for Caesar Or for you and I? It is written Turn the other cheek But is this for a superpower Or only for the weak? Why do we cheer The death of a man When God’s own son Gave us a plan? Or did he? Can no man believe That which his brother Failed to conceive? You abdicate your wishes Behind a closed curtain Believing in the good Your vote always certain The republic gathers its sons And its daughters But the outcome is decided They’ve parted the waters The collective never yields The individual a myth Ancient documents pretend What rights do you walk with? As the national interest swells Our destiny is manifest The chosen many March East and West Civilizing savages Extracting resources Stealing fruit from peasants Mitigating encumbrances The walls pushed further out As we play in the yard We pray before commerce While someone stands guard I call for our memory Of a man in untouchable clothing And for the son of slaves To bring peaceful reckoning Beaten down over and over Suffering the indignities of a lifetime Laying down before charging horses To show us power’s crime What is the seed of change? An atomic bomb? A protest march? Or a Psalm? What have you been told? What have you witnessed? A miracle has occurred And yet you are calloused I speak to you now As you show me your smile Will each eye seeks its mate? Or will you walk the first mile? And then the next As it was spoken But not for Caesar For he will never be broken Will you walk And accept your mandate? Will you give another man your coat Or will you hesitate? Can a nation forgive? Can you or I? Can a newborn baby? Or will you teach it an eye for an eye?
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The Admiral Who Tells the Youth of America to Make Up Their Beds One is pleased to note that an admiral A brave example of American exceptionalism Who commands emails and fleets and his resume’ Possesses the skill to make up his bed Give him another shiny medal for that That should keep him amused and out of your way A sailor and a monk must make their beds At Reveille and Matins, dutifully Subject to obedience under oath For tidying up is a liturgical act Each act in its own small way leading to That one great Way of God’s eternal love But if you’re not a sailor or a monk You may well be blessed with a lover to kiss A dog to pet, a child to love, a cup Of coffee to be embraced passionately Make celebrating the dawn with indolence Your oath of obedience to needful things Mussed pillows are fine for laying down your head So Disobey the admiral – don‘t make up your bed.
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
The Admiral Who Tells the Youth of America to Make Up Their Beds
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism, this lifetime skeptic now tenuously linkedin with Unitarianism attests, said upbringing proffered, mine credo, gestalt, leitmotif, sans abstractionism eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification... some readers might dismiss as absurdism defying established dogma fixed absolutism millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical, and such cavalier blithe apostasy, declared alarmism, now - twenty first century extant accursed as alcoholism within various non Western statecraft enclaves, barely tolerating agnosticism no fool to ********* proclamations antithetical opinionism where condemnation to death (I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept) inadequate punishment, cited on par relegated to alienism, amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism... never does this anachronism loosely cabled with pioneerism, (when ****** forests bedecked America), a veritable wilderness, necessitated quintessential self survivalism knowhow long since forgot, which dependence on consumerism finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera more aligned with reliance on individualism nearly an extinct species, where anti materialism betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism, versus profit motive maximization, though of late environmental dynamism aggressive representative thank you Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism, nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism mandating staunch defeatism as stave bulwark against criminal determinism to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism predicated on tenets of egocentrism brewed, steeped, and galvanized in exceptionalism of **** sapiens and expansionism exclusive to said primate that requires serious assessment, asper bracketing craven doctrinairism edified fundamentalism granting humans unfettered expansionism!
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Netherworld Unearthed Within This Mind
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism, this lifetime skeptic now tenuously linkedin with Unitarianism attests, said upbringing proffered, mine credo, gestalt, leitmotif, sans abstractionism eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification... some readers might dismiss as absurdism defying established dogma fixed absolutism millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical, and such cavalier blithe apostasy, declared alarmism, now - twenty first century extant accursed as alcoholism within various non Western statecraft enclaves, barely tolerating agnosticism no fool to ********* proclamations antithetical opinionism where condemnation to death (I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept) inadequate punishment, cited on par relegated to alienism, amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism... never does this anachronism loosely cabled with pioneerism, (when ****** forests bedecked America), a veritable wilderness, necessitated quintessential self survivalism knowhow long since forgot, which dependence on consumerism finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera more aligned with reliance on individualism nearly an extinct species, where anti materialism betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism, versus profit motive maximization, though of late environmental dynamism aggressive representative thank you Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism, nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism mandating staunch defeatism as stave bulwark against criminal determinism to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism predicated on tenets of egocentrism brewed, steeped, and galvanized in exceptionalism of **** sapiens and expansionism exclusive to said primate that requires serious assessment, asper bracketing craven doctrinairism edified fundamentalism granting humans unfettered expansionism!
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Deeper scars I deliberately left to the strangeness. faint romantic notions suddenly cosmatted in my soul when I felt it was all over! Surprised, dumbfounded, I looked wordlessly around: what could I do with the life I had left?! The **** of my hangman's days had been pushed down by calculating old age. On my face yawned the cellular yawn of perpetual weariness, while the majority outside could not know it was all a sham! Cheerful expressions, grimace-inducing holy smiles seemed to be paint that could be applied many times: secret disguises masks that could only harden with time! - There in there: in the depths of a child's foolish soul, conjurable spirit-beings stir and nestle. I run along parallel pairs of rails running back into myself, and I cannot play recklessly and carelessly when the chessboard of Existence calls: there all goes sharp! For I have always thought of foreseeable evil, And digested it like a boiling caldron. My troubled soul constantly wanted to throw out its upset waves; an inner umbilical cord was much needed, which would lead through secret, invisible corridors boldly into the mysteries of the other body. Listening, like the vigilantly curious, till Life calls at last, and may not pass through the magic circle. A fine snare, a deceptive trap. The imprint of our lives infected with exceptionalism; the truths of honest eyes should be relearned and spoken! In our slow castle-circles the bliss of another-self is ever waiting, And the membrane-thin instincts of touch are vulnerable to further wounding by conscious love-lust!
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Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 1:28 AM UTC
BODY-SUBJECT ALCHEMY
Deeper scars I deliberately left to the strangeness. faint romantic notions suddenly cosmatted in my soul when I felt it was all over! Surprised, dumbfounded, I looked wordlessly around: what could I do with the life I had left?! The **** of my hangman's days had been pushed down by calculating old age. On my face yawned the cellular yawn of perpetual weariness, while the majority outside could not know it was all a sham! Cheerful expressions, grimace-inducing holy smiles seemed to be paint that could be applied many times: secret disguises masks that could only harden with time! - There in there: in the depths of a child's foolish soul, conjurable spirit-beings stir and nestle. I run along parallel pairs of rails running back into myself, and I cannot play recklessly and carelessly when the chessboard of Existence calls: there all goes sharp! For I have always thought of foreseeable evil, And digested it like a boiling caldron. My troubled soul constantly wanted to throw out its upset waves; an inner umbilical cord was much needed, which would lead through secret, invisible corridors boldly into the mysteries of the other body. Listening, like the vigilantly curious, till Life calls at last, and may not pass through the magic circle. A fine snare, a deceptive trap. The imprint of our lives infected with exceptionalism; the truths of honest eyes should be relearned and spoken! In our slow castle-circles the bliss of another-self is ever waiting, And the membrane-thin instincts of touch are vulnerable to further wounding by conscious love-lust!
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people people people people **** people and their dreams of white fences and tidy suits and red convertibles **** that life oh the profanity the profanity! you serious ******* do I terrify? I’m watching all natural disasters at once melting all together morphing into this human race american exceptionalism! I’m dead in my boots walking across the shriveled streets of rolling cornfields of the past’s future of the optimism the ******* optimism that is nothing but words that is nothing but hope we can’t eat hope we can’t drink hope time to starve and pretend that we’re changing when we never moved in the first place
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
People
The banter runs in squares. Hot air condensing stories on the things you like, inquiring where they’re from? A lush entanglement of architectures pulled from hungry jaws, unsated, set to gnashing blindfully at light, like worms? Rejoice in proper terms! Renounce those shameless fights with others and yourself, best soldiers for this no doubt war appealing to the combat tribes to both consider lives and shoot them from the fences. Ampleness, bedecked in hero standard, tacks our motto to his brim - “Why Can’t You Be Like Him?” A just extolment of desire (trod lightly otherwise), steps to our eagle-eyes. We’re living. Pry the fenders off the lies that carted us to chaos heedless what it spurned - what gardens have we watered? Labors that upturned the noses of the rulers bidding silence in their undertow - what power, then, to stir below.
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Exceptionalism
From the torn stillness of nights it rips with a thunder, A capricious edge, a wide tear of memory's storms! Rust-resistant, twisted honey-coloured pitch bubbles, While from the distance some forlorn desert of stone Seems to rise and rise in search! Purple Sisyphean rocks teach patience, and mature silence for themselves, To prophet-wise, and to those who pass through themselves! Sunyin yet ***** the end-shadow of the red-skinned skeleton-sidereptile, declaring war on the screeching flocks of ravens! Let the well-known, acute or even trivialised lies begin: the obligatory, preaching holy commandment of saving lives, and unworthy, reengineered echo-songs that the mouldy plaster on the walls of our health care system is getting more and more rotten, and the cracks in the wards are growing! - We can only rarely count on the kind attention of our mortal, and therefore evolving, brother states! A swarm of pigeons, falling from low heights, splashes over our heads, and some would sell the final product for sweets, if it were all that could be gained by the deliberate explosion of sound they themselves create, to enliven their wealth, the truth they have dripped is clogged up! The proliferation of idiotic, idiotic exceptionalism in a self-expanding space is incomprehensible; idiotic constructions should be replaced by stable and balanced production instead of the brainlessness of oligarchs! Caravan routes often **** in the lost man if he is not careful! Self-righteously, who can still dare to swing stubbornly confidently in people's tin-can ring cannot remain in his honesty!
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Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 1:35 AM UTC
Plump-trained flock of pigeons
From the torn stillness of nights it rips with a thunder, A capricious edge, a wide tear of memory's storms! Rust-resistant, twisted honey-coloured pitch bubbles, While from the distance some forlorn desert of stone Seems to rise and rise in search! Purple Sisyphean rocks teach patience, and mature silence for themselves, To prophet-wise, and to those who pass through themselves! Sunyin yet ***** the end-shadow of the red-skinned skeleton-sidereptile, declaring war on the screeching flocks of ravens! Let the well-known, acute or even trivialised lies begin: the obligatory, preaching holy commandment of saving lives, and unworthy, reengineered echo-songs that the mouldy plaster on the walls of our health care system is getting more and more rotten, and the cracks in the wards are growing! - We can only rarely count on the kind attention of our mortal, and therefore evolving, brother states! A swarm of pigeons, falling from low heights, splashes over our heads, and some would sell the final product for sweets, if it were all that could be gained by the deliberate explosion of sound they themselves create, to enliven their wealth, the truth they have dripped is clogged up! The proliferation of idiotic, idiotic exceptionalism in a self-expanding space is incomprehensible; idiotic constructions should be replaced by stable and balanced production instead of the brainlessness of oligarchs! Caravan routes often **** in the lost man if he is not careful! Self-righteously, who can still dare to swing stubbornly confidently in people's tin-can ring cannot remain in his honesty!
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