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Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Where does hierarchy begin?     Is it where the strong is on top, and the weak step upon? Where does your dignity be placed?    Is it where your always be the winner, no matter what, even it has bitter taste. Is SURVIVAL really that cruel? That some of us are just a tool, a fool for the strong to be cool. No, it can't be that bad yet reality is quite sad. Despite our hard beginnings Life still is beautiful that losing isn't everything. *Dignity is placed - where you respect yourself the most and Hierarchy isn't important to where your love is...* © Pax
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
hierarchy
Rebel Against Rebellion I have nothing to prove No creeds, no doctrine to upkeep We all have so much freedom when we close our eyes And just think Maybe you need to humble yourself enough To lose Rebel Against Rebellion Because they're all just books Your sword is looking pretty dull sir Why are you so inclined to hurt? Thought your prophet preached LOVE? So repeat words Choose what you choose Choose wisely Because soon the snake will stop his hissing Constrict And become your noose Rebel Against Rebellion I think I'll call your bluff I bleed, I sin, I'll die But I'm not feeling hot standing here So tell me again why I should be afraid Of my fleet mortal life? Rebel Against Rebellion Because a Sheppard leads a flock But you never followed Your a goat Caught in your lies Bureaucracy, Democracy Man it's all a joke A silly excuse Rules, the sacrum of man's brain Your doctrine is becoming lame And your beliefs more insane Coliseum A game to play to make you so entertained Please write another rule Prove once again The medium you choose is jewels You fool Rebel Against Rebellion Why would I cut my brother short? Because of appearance and all your silly rules So many when uttered I choke For all we know life itself a joke Oh the irony What began as unity Became bowing down To man's hierarchy So I Rebel Against Rebellion I'm a servant of no man I know God has a plan That over cries your silly fear Unravels your vines Your words Agenda and "Time"
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Rebel Against Rebellion
Life is a movie and men are really actors. Some get the lead role, while others are just extras. It's a hierarchy, you got the over zealous ****** on top and ******* below. If you can sell your soul, you'll make headlines. Get paid. Buy a steak or something. Care only about yourself and **** everybody else over, in whatever position you'd like ;) .Fight ***** or don't fight at all. Sucker punch the Devil for trickin' you and book it. Run, run fast, like the cops  are after you. Shit's about to go down. It's Irony, in his emmy winning role! Shameful that "The laws" are just dyslexic interpretations of petty rules anyways. Use logic, not obedience
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
The Adventures Of A Real-Life Psychopath.
Enigma entity’s ethology entelechy as it relates to clairaudience clairvoyance. Everyone has a personal futurity fatidic or existential metaphysique. What we need is a universally acceptable form of id conclusion. Unfortunately we can’t even agree on the social stigmatisms of ego’s expression. We are relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity that succeed in a hierarchy of functionally integrateable forms. There is no functional deontology, even though its visage would seem to portend cogently fecund probity for all. We are not ethereally sublime, we are corporeally preternatural. Objective is individual; obligation to each other is not a mandate. Though many might find it inherently indispensible to some it impedes success. The depths of debauchery this debacle ensues are almost intrinsically endemic to our race. How am I going to get there becomes more important than ‘what are we fighting for’. So, if there’s no unity of purpose how do we decide who we are fighting for. Will it be good for all or lead to oligarchy and subjugation, the seemingly inescapable byproduct of capitalism, the inherent decadence of socialism. It’s times like this that make me love the constitutional fortitude of Americanism. Theoretically I have an inalienable right, hypothetically this leads to anarchy so I’m not allowed to mess with your rights. This is mandate. The republic for which we stand. Mendacious tales of unity, not merely the obstinate tenacities of I, but also the cogent fecundity in the infamous we-ness of us.
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
Mercenary Mendacity
Enigma entity’s ethology entelechy as it relates to clairaudience clairvoyance. Everyone has a personal futurity fatidic or existential metaphysique. What we need is a universally acceptable form of id conclusion. Unfortunately we can’t even agree on the social stigmatisms of ego’s expression. We are relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity that succeed in a hierarchy of functionally integrateable forms. There is no functional deontology, even though its visage would seem to portend cogently fecund probity for all. We are not ethereally sublime, we are corporeally preternatural. Objective is individual; obligation to each other is not a mandate. Though many might find it inherently indispensible to some it impedes success. The depths of debauchery this debacle ensues are almost intrinsically endemic to our race. How am I going to get there becomes more important than ‘what are we fighting for’. So, if there’s no unity of purpose how do we decide who we are fighting for. Will it be good for all or lead to oligarchy and subjugation, the seemingly inescapable byproduct of capitalism, the inherent decadence of socialism. It’s times like this that make me love the constitutional fortitude of Americanism. Theoretically I have an inalienable right, hypothetically this leads to anarchy so I’m not allowed to mess with your rights. This is mandate. The republic for which we stand. Mendacious tales of unity, not merely the obstinate tenacities of I, but also the cogent fecundity in the infamous we-ness of us.
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In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they wore the same armor. Always in these friendships one serves the other, one is less than the other: the hierarchy is always apparant, though the legends cannot be trusted-- their source is the survivor, the one who has been abandoned. What were the Greek ships on fire compared to this loss? In his tent, Achilles grieved with his whole being and the gods saw he was a man already dead, a victim of the part that loved, the part that was mortal.
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The Triumph Of Achilles
New Zealand culture, a fragility, tainted by violence. Colonisation. Writers have examined, the loss of Maori land. Less common however, is writing concerned with the benefits, accruing to white people as a result of the acquisition of this land. Colonisation has provided, Economic and social advantages, to white people, in contemporary New Zealand. A hierarchy, white Western culture, sitting uncontested, at its pinnacle. The cultural capital that whiteness provides. Unearned advantages at our disposal. Live our lives with greater ease: Homeownership. Health. Education. The ‘Justice’ System. Institutional privilege. A political separation. The white New Zealand system, designed for whites. To get through school, have good health, get jobs, get a little justice. If the system was designed, for Maori people it would not be the way it is now. Overrepresentation of Maori, in every negative New Zealand social statistic. The persistence of white power. Society provides greater opportunities, to white people, by disadvantaging those who are not. Unacknowledged, debilitating, racism. Being oblivious, sustains a belief, in white superiority. While factors: socioeconomic status, gender, sexuality, disability, may impact the degree to which, individual white people, can access privilege. On some level, every white person, in New Zealand benefits from their skin.
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Benefits
Dear America, How are you ? I must ask what do you see as beauty . For I am a young black women who just want to be beautiful in your eyes and so I ask what must I become to be such in yours. Must I buy the hair of foreigners and wear it as my own since I know my natural hair and rough texture to distasteful for your eyes. I have become too ashamed of my appearance therefore please tell me what I must do to be beautiful. I know that my thick thighs and curves are not acceptable. I eat less and run more but I can't seem to quite reach the image displayed in the magazines. My buttocks are quite small and I do not have the means to pay for implantations but I want to be beautiful so I must find a way, right? Oh America my biggest blemish is my dark skin. I search for bleaching products since lighter skin women are superior and I must be part of the hierarchy of beauty. My skin contains this substance called melanin that I just can't seem to get rid of but of course I won't disappoint you I will find a way to become the right complexion. America I truly do want to be beautiful in your eyes and will do what is necessary. I want men to find me appealing, I want my fellow women to envy my beauty, and most of all I want to be what you view beautiful. ..I have foreign hair now no more of that rough natural hair, my skin is much lighter and I am a size zero now with a large buttocks. I do not recognize myself in the mirror but why does that matter because you think I'm beautiful now, right America?
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
Dear America
Dear America, How are you ? I must ask what do you see as beauty . For I am a young black women who just want to be beautiful in your eyes and so I ask what must I become to be such in yours. Must I buy the hair of foreigners and wear it as my own since I know my natural hair and rough texture to distasteful for your eyes. I have become too ashamed of my appearance therefore please tell me what I must do to be beautiful. I know that my thick thighs and curves are not acceptable. I eat less and run more but I can't seem to quite reach the image displayed in the magazines. My buttocks are quite small and I do not have the means to pay for implantations but I want to be beautiful so I must find a way, right? Oh America my biggest blemish is my dark skin. I search for bleaching products since lighter skin women are superior and I must be part of the hierarchy of beauty. My skin contains this substance called melanin that I just can't seem to get rid of but of course I won't disappoint you I will find a way to become the right complexion. America I truly do want to be beautiful in your eyes and will do what is necessary. I want men to find me appealing, I want my fellow women to envy my beauty, and most of all I want to be what you view beautiful. ..I have foreign hair now no more of that rough natural hair, my skin is much lighter and I am a size zero now with a large buttocks. I do not recognize myself in the mirror but why does that matter because you think I'm beautiful now, right America?
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Fare thee well by islets of time, Beauteous blooms of fragrance; of thyme. Gliding symphonies beckons thine eye, Gentle minds float toward sky high. O cues sung by the siren, allure! Once, fusion of reason borne pillar. Twice ponder, may our paths entwine, Thrice to act, unlike the tranquil Seine. Like angelic enigmas par Euler, Soar upon the painted auric frontier. Air fresh: an ebullient morning dew, Wisdom: moisture for the thirsty few. By spring fountain, if thou art inclined, Bright sparrow among the bovine herd. Lo, argent quarry of dust- liquid guile, Behold, product beyond thunder- gale. Scents of lavender assail thy sleep, Euphoric dreams, we welcome with glee! Sleepy horizons, a glorious dawn, Morning filled with a trillion suns. Some time, some day: travel the stars, Mortal shackles unchain my awful maw. Pupil of Aristotle, Darwin, and Vinci, There lies truth; a transient hierarchy...
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Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 5:18 AM UTC
Cosmic Melancholia
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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The Equalist! RE: The guerrilla girl’s poster 5% women artists yet 85% of the models are female. This poster was heralded as a feminist rebuff of misogyny and the male gaze. It is my opinion: one of the reasons females are more sexualised than males in Western society; is because the majority of women working in a sexualised industry such as modelling, dancing, fashion or *********** choose to perpetuate that role and the connection between *** and femininity; often in industries where females outnumber the men six to one; I'm also aware that the majority of the hierarchy in theses industries are male, it seems their gender solidarity is more concerned with the money; than notions of ****** inequality; thus perpetuating the issue. Vernacular test: Step one - Question one: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misandry? followed by what is your gender? Step two - Question two: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misogyny? followed by what is your gender? I did offer any information or allow any of the subjects to see the survey paper, or overhear the question. Results: 30 subjects took part in the survey; One female knew both words and their meaning, and one female didn't know what Misogyny was. (Two females approached refused to take part in the survey, all men approached engaged.) Step three - Question three: I then gave all the subjects the dictionary definition and asked why they thought the vernacular misandry is not as well known as the word misogyny? (I should add that I too couldn't recall the vernacular meaning of: Misandry; though I could recall the meaning or definition of Misogyny.) Answers: Female... "I don't care" Female... "It's due to a gender economic imbalance" Female..."Blokes just don't like it when women speak out about it" Female..."I don't get involved in protests" Female..."I don't know" Female..."Men just think with their ****** Female... "There's more misogynists" Female... "Because men are pigs" Female... "Why does it mater" Female... "It's just a word" Female... "I'm not interested" Female..."Try being a women" Female... " It's ******** it's just a vernacular" Female..."You wouldn't understand your a man" The other 5 Females... chose to offer no explanation. Answers: Male..."I don't know" Male... "who cares" Male... "Yeh that's interesting" Male... Why does it matter" Male... "Let me think about it" Male... "Who gives a **** Male... "What's this about" Male... "Can I see the results later" The other 2 males... Chose to offer no explanation. I personally identify as human; and don't wish to be defined, labeled or marginalised; I also don’t believe that secularism in any measure is healthy or meaningful in an inclusive society. I question why 29 out of 30 subjects had heard of Misogyny; and just one person had heard of Misandry. Sexism is not as the dictionary suggested prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women. Everyone is effected buy prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination. The subtleties of which is played out every day.
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
The equalist
The Equalist! RE: The guerrilla girl’s poster 5% women artists yet 85% of the models are female. This poster was heralded as a feminist rebuff of misogyny and the male gaze. It is my opinion: one of the reasons females are more sexualised than males in Western society; is because the majority of women working in a sexualised industry such as modelling, dancing, fashion or *********** choose to perpetuate that role and the connection between *** and femininity; often in industries where females outnumber the men six to one; I'm also aware that the majority of the hierarchy in theses industries are male, it seems their gender solidarity is more concerned with the money; than notions of ****** inequality; thus perpetuating the issue. Vernacular test: Step one - Question one: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misandry? followed by what is your gender? Step two - Question two: I took a survey of 30 fellow artists asking what is a misogyny? followed by what is your gender? I did offer any information or allow any of the subjects to see the survey paper, or overhear the question. Results: 30 subjects took part in the survey; One female knew both words and their meaning, and one female didn't know what Misogyny was. (Two females approached refused to take part in the survey, all men approached engaged.) Step three - Question three: I then gave all the subjects the dictionary definition and asked why they thought the vernacular misandry is not as well known as the word misogyny? (I should add that I too couldn't recall the vernacular meaning of: Misandry; though I could recall the meaning or definition of Misogyny.) Answers: Female... "I don't care" Female... "It's due to a gender economic imbalance" Female..."Blokes just don't like it when women speak out about it" Female..."I don't get involved in protests" Female..."I don't know" Female..."Men just think with their ****** Female... "There's more misogynists" Female... "Because men are pigs" Female... "Why does it mater" Female... "It's just a word" Female... "I'm not interested" Female..."Try being a women" Female... " It's ******** it's just a vernacular" Female..."You wouldn't understand your a man" The other 5 Females... chose to offer no explanation. Answers: Male..."I don't know" Male... "who cares" Male... "Yeh that's interesting" Male... Why does it matter" Male... "Let me think about it" Male... "Who gives a **** Male... "What's this about" Male... "Can I see the results later" The other 2 males... Chose to offer no explanation. I personally identify as human; and don't wish to be defined, labeled or marginalised; I also don’t believe that secularism in any measure is healthy or meaningful in an inclusive society. I question why 29 out of 30 subjects had heard of Misogyny; and just one person had heard of Misandry. Sexism is not as the dictionary suggested prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination, typically against women. Everyone is effected buy prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination. The subtleties of which is played out every day.
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C is confused, so a little complex I mean, one moment it’s top of the range glowing in the hierarchy of vitamins but next it’s a little abashed and low in a student’s report card – you know, C is not as good as an A And so can you blame C for its mood swings? Its agony continues: one instant C is Calm, in another it’s a Curse And you know it also feels a little wanting a little under-stretched, not fulfilled like not being able to complete all the stretching exercises its fitness trainer metes out “O, if only I could be a little more yogic,” C intones “I’d be as composed as an O” - but O no, that’s not to be And don’t you start on the indignant possibilities of the letter C, for C has always aspired you see to be genteel, cultured and debonair and curls with disgust if the uncouth should use the letter   to refer to any body parts, be it that of male or of female So, dear mortals, C should be left in celestial spheres And so, in conclusion, one Commandment I give unto you: *Never drag C to ****** shallows*
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
C complex
My love Rests on imaginary nails. My body 'neath moonlit willow trees, The siren calling, "Hari Krishna!" Pulling the monk Out from Under dreams of harmony and peace, to place Love back in it's proper hierarchy. Tossing his silken gown, We prey.
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Hari Krishna Cinquain
i. An engineer of amour Artificer of fine craft; Abundant in moral class. ii. Alongside her Astral hierarchy; Tis, she's mine monarchy. iii. Fain, I taketh her cape Made of foreign swathe; Mixed with Filipino grape's. iv. Not slave's Unrestricted with eachother; Messenger's to thy planet, created under the milky way's feather. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedication
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Ipsum amoris ( Engineer of love) latin tongue
There are many definitions of pride, All in which, are perceived from a side, Notable opinions indeed when we’re addressing the dogma that arise when mind project words that express one; wise, However, it’s all contrary to me, Pride isn’t something relating belief, It can’t be put aside if it’s beyond side; choice/time, Egoist defined when declined, rejoice inclined, I can’t respond to a situation, There’s no resolution when living unconditional and uncertain, I am beyond interpretation, I do not allude in illusions and wonder why they’re certain, Abracadabra Hocus-Pocus... Omm, “This State Farm jingle isn’t workin,” AHP; “Magic”; Ouroboros, Analytical Hierarchy Perspective on Serpent, “They have power; They influence the course of events with supernatural forces” That’s Magic? The law of attraction; influencing life with thoughts; Quantum Mechanics, Force is, Say “attract it,” Demographics defining diplomatic, power be to the tree that’s aristocratic, Problematic if geographic determines what’s democratic, Tragic when ethnography constitutes what’s archetypal and habitual; A classic ritual opposite of obsolete; of course bigotries automatic, Bring back the art of holographic, I’m leaning back like Crack if it’s dogmatic, I do not understand how we understand species before intelligent and acknowledge intelligence like we never had it, As if dyslexia was a natural condition; as if this ability was somehow previously hidden so with awareness became magic, Freedom of speech, “But I don’t like your words, sir” Freedom to be, “Those are not the clothes I prefer, sir” Being discrete, “He’s not in my position, he must concur” Oh, What is believed? They’re obligated to assumptions, so they infer most- Too much pride will **** a man, By picking a side he’ll lose a hand, If using his pride he’s sure to win, If losing his mind; insane a friend, Clueless of time; he’ll never die, Til P take a Ride, and replace his pride with another man’s.
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Pride
There are many definitions of pride, All in which, are perceived from a side, Notable opinions indeed when we’re addressing the dogma that arise when mind project words that express one; wise, However, it’s all contrary to me, Pride isn’t something relating belief, It can’t be put aside if it’s beyond side; choice/time, Egoist defined when declined, rejoice inclined, I can’t respond to a situation, There’s no resolution when living unconditional and uncertain, I am beyond interpretation, I do not allude in illusions and wonder why they’re certain, Abracadabra Hocus-Pocus... Omm, “This State Farm jingle isn’t workin,” AHP; “Magic”; Ouroboros, Analytical Hierarchy Perspective on Serpent, “They have power; They influence the course of events with supernatural forces” That’s Magic? The law of attraction; influencing life with thoughts; Quantum Mechanics, Force is, Say “attract it,” Demographics defining diplomatic, power be to the tree that’s aristocratic, Problematic if geographic determines what’s democratic, Tragic when ethnography constitutes what’s archetypal and habitual; A classic ritual opposite of obsolete; of course bigotries automatic, Bring back the art of holographic, I’m leaning back like Crack if it’s dogmatic, I do not understand how we understand species before intelligent and acknowledge intelligence like we never had it, As if dyslexia was a natural condition; as if this ability was somehow previously hidden so with awareness became magic, Freedom of speech, “But I don’t like your words, sir” Freedom to be, “Those are not the clothes I prefer, sir” Being discrete, “He’s not in my position, he must concur” Oh, What is believed? They’re obligated to assumptions, so they infer most- Too much pride will **** a man, By picking a side he’ll lose a hand, If using his pride he’s sure to win, If losing his mind; insane a friend, Clueless of time; he’ll never die, Til P take a Ride, and replace his pride with another man’s.
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It must be said Once again No matter how you tire Of sin And hopelessness Where God lives Is love Understanding Selflessness and wisdom The Mahatma Courage Achievement Humility Without rank Without ambition Morality Merit Human Determination Dignity Sacrifice Pain Patience Kindness Principle Standards Where oppression exists There is no God With power Comes differences Rank Superiority Predominance Hierarchy Religion Patriotism Nationalism Jingoism Legacy Birthright Force Class Pride Privilege Hypocrisy Corruption Humiliation Indifference Cruelty Violence War All faiths Should be considered equal Before a God of all faiths Acceptance On Earth You cannot **** God By killing his believer You cannot **** a believer And be loved by God No man or woman Is subservient To another No man or woman Is held above Any other All kneel before the maker Worship No man No victory No wealth No fleeting beauty Honor Charity Empathy Tolerance Diversity Culture Art Justice Freedom Creativity Fairness Deference Humanity Where do you sit? At the head of the table Or at the foot? What do you wish for? Riches? To be respected? To be feared? To be loved? What do they say about you? Do you know? Do you care? Are they fools To be exploited? Is life only for your gain? Can you be trusted? Can they count on you? Or do you count on them For your achievement? For your glory? For your power? For your face to be carved in stone Above men And God? Is that you? Is that what you want?
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
A Mahatma Life
Sadistic Hierarchy I change my shape in hope to please The ****** up mindset of society Dropped 60 pounds and prayed they see How much that they mean to me But still they laugh and mock me About so many trivial things And while I see right through their schemes I continue trying to please The sadistic hierarchy In trust that they will finally see The ****** up person they made me **** these insecurities…
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Sadistic Hierarchy
Technological zombies, faces buried in phones. Laptops attached at the hip. Imagination has run dry, video games have become the creativity. Stone-cold hearts replace love and compassion. People hide behind their computer screens. Alienated from society. Superficial people forcing their way into big businesses. We are the mindless, thoughtless. Social structures crumbling, and hierarchy destroyed. We are the technological zombies, brains decimated by electric power.
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
Zombies
Uncle Christmas was mucking out happily mucking in and wondering what might have been had his twin not been sneakier and the first to emerge to claim the 'Father' moniker.  Uncle found to his surprise he was quite content to be the deputy and not have the pressure at the top of the Christmas hierarchy. Rather he was happier working with the reindeer, being grubbier, a little smellier, leaving his brother to bear the fur lined mantle that was heavier. However, at each and every Christmas dinner when the family all got together to enjoy the post-advent breather, Uncle would still insist with his Christmas pudding grin that compared to his older twin he was far harder working, a little better looking  and definitely  relatively  slim.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
Uncle Christmas 2018
I had once been in a church to drink a beer Behind the pastor seat A risk I took with no fear Ends me a back seat. I wonder who reported me For I was sure all doors were locked against me I was sure the gate keeper didn't notice me I guess the walls have eyes Oh, maybe holy spirit really exist But why did he have to show up then I was in the same spot sweating in prayers Crying rain seeking for a divine help Nobody reported me then Is this not a case of betrayal? People, they just love being messengers of negativity When I was sweeping the altar, dusting this same pastor seat nobody shouted my activities. Wait a minute, what was I thinking Why should I carry a sin in a bottle Straight to a supposing holy temple. Holy? Is a place I once caught cockroaches making out holy? The venue where our tithes and offerings are being pocketed by the church hierarchy still holy? Even as that, I don't suppose to join the crowd to pollute the Lord's place Truly I deserve even behind the back seats, yes I deserve the shame.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
I Deserve The Shame.
Softly and steadily we munch A roller motion action As we gently pass over Living in a contented silence Randomly we each call Hollow pipes we are played By the holy organist As life plays its tune Understood be very few As we submit to the herd And spiral around a oneness Mooing and mooing With a great gusto We send out O's circles spiraling Softly blowing bubbles With an oily shine We are carried forward In these bulbs of light Air filled with vibration Caressing and holding Our community with An invisible film As we all feel this Light headed embrace And the golden ring of community Is placed on our finger We say "YES YES YES " For we love her very much   Living free of hierarchy As everyone is equal Servant and master Divorced from the conflicting Ties of politics We are as level and free as The planes from which we graze Living a freedom faraway from Rank and power And enjoy the vast out stretching Places where our hearts unburdened By mountains unfold into unlimited spaces Collapsing within each breath We spread our Love with the ease Of melting butter in the African sun Far and wide In the mating season We may bumble around Like bumper cars As you can not underestimate The force of each individual As we bang and bang our way   Through life until opportunity knocks Until life says yes As our our stubbornness Is not just the perfect No But the perfect Yes to And mothers reward our newborns With her loving milk The perfect colostrum A silky bliss In the expansive community Of wildebeest and cattle Where endless love Can spread like water We can learn so very much
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
THE WILDEBEEST COMMUNITY
Softly and steadily we munch A roller motion action As we gently pass over Living in a contented silence Randomly we each call Hollow pipes we are played By the holy organist As life plays its tune Understood be very few As we submit to the herd And spiral around a oneness Mooing and mooing With a great gusto We send out O's circles spiraling Softly blowing bubbles With an oily shine We are carried forward In these bulbs of light Air filled with vibration Caressing and holding Our community with An invisible film As we all feel this Light headed embrace And the golden ring of community Is placed on our finger We say "YES YES YES " For we love her very much   Living free of hierarchy As everyone is equal Servant and master Divorced from the conflicting Ties of politics We are as level and free as The planes from which we graze Living a freedom faraway from Rank and power And enjoy the vast out stretching Places where our hearts unburdened By mountains unfold into unlimited spaces Collapsing within each breath We spread our Love with the ease Of melting butter in the African sun Far and wide In the mating season We may bumble around Like bumper cars As you can not underestimate The force of each individual As we bang and bang our way   Through life until opportunity knocks Until life says yes As our our stubbornness Is not just the perfect No But the perfect Yes to And mothers reward our newborns With her loving milk The perfect colostrum A silky bliss In the expansive community Of wildebeest and cattle Where endless love Can spread like water We can learn so very much
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Life is naught but a gimmick, Is taken for granted, And is a means of society proclaimed glory and greatness. We blame God for the things that are wrong with this world when it falls only on us. Do you miss when times were simple, The small things mattered, Women took pride in being flattered And men took pride in their approach to these women. Where life was more than a means to please, But was something that we knew couldn't be passed with ease. There were no cheat codes back then, life wasn't a game There was less of a need for us to rise to fame. There was less of a need to have the next best thing, And couples took more pride in a diamond ring. Big brother wasn't watching us and we felt no need to be watching it, There was no place on the street where black boys felt they should loiter and sit. The sun seemed brighter and winter was when winter was, A woman did not feel she should change to what a man is, They were quite content in keeping their vaginas. Was it the fault of the hierarchy top That gave the choice for them to just stop Being what they're supposed to be Or was it always in wanting and just I did not see. Music was better; back then it had more meaning To this day I still wonder what happened to it, I think a few more years for more real music I'll be feening. What happened to TV, Cartoon Network, BBC, ITV, What foolishness is on nowadays, Made for us to judge other people on their looks, Their talents and skills, But let's see, Who are we to look down on others who try, Look down on yourself, And about yourself just try not to lie. What happened to game? It seems that these days, All we need is a pin not a key to the heart. People claming to be in love, But do you know what love is? New girlfriend tomorrow, Did you sign up to have kids? What happened to love? Not just for man but for God? Do you not remember how He came through when you lost? When you were alone, Lust for life was but memory, How you came through but thought it was on your own? What happened to the world, Tell me if you had a little girl, Would you treat her like a pen, Let her be used by whoever would ask, Discard her once done with knowing she wouldn't last. Or treat her like a flower in the desert, Treasure and savour with hope it will last, With love and a prayer, That this moment is forever.
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 5:59 AM UTC
To Watch The World Burn
Life is naught but a gimmick, Is taken for granted, And is a means of society proclaimed glory and greatness. We blame God for the things that are wrong with this world when it falls only on us. Do you miss when times were simple, The small things mattered, Women took pride in being flattered And men took pride in their approach to these women. Where life was more than a means to please, But was something that we knew couldn't be passed with ease. There were no cheat codes back then, life wasn't a game There was less of a need for us to rise to fame. There was less of a need to have the next best thing, And couples took more pride in a diamond ring. Big brother wasn't watching us and we felt no need to be watching it, There was no place on the street where black boys felt they should loiter and sit. The sun seemed brighter and winter was when winter was, A woman did not feel she should change to what a man is, They were quite content in keeping their vaginas. Was it the fault of the hierarchy top That gave the choice for them to just stop Being what they're supposed to be Or was it always in wanting and just I did not see. Music was better; back then it had more meaning To this day I still wonder what happened to it, I think a few more years for more real music I'll be feening. What happened to TV, Cartoon Network, BBC, ITV, What foolishness is on nowadays, Made for us to judge other people on their looks, Their talents and skills, But let's see, Who are we to look down on others who try, Look down on yourself, And about yourself just try not to lie. What happened to game? It seems that these days, All we need is a pin not a key to the heart. People claming to be in love, But do you know what love is? New girlfriend tomorrow, Did you sign up to have kids? What happened to love? Not just for man but for God? Do you not remember how He came through when you lost? When you were alone, Lust for life was but memory, How you came through but thought it was on your own? What happened to the world, Tell me if you had a little girl, Would you treat her like a pen, Let her be used by whoever would ask, Discard her once done with knowing she wouldn't last. Or treat her like a flower in the desert, Treasure and savour with hope it will last, With love and a prayer, That this moment is forever.
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Surrealism gone Awry Watch, I open my skull on pneumatic hinges,you must have a hungry compulsion to peer inside and see the steamy tomato soup. There is a certain blasphemy in believing. See the dictator swill Avalanche in his mouth. By decree the narcotics language of surrealism states, that in the hierarchy of apples Those closest to the sun murmur the sweetest, and in dreams the diabolical devil is obliged to meet you, but a committee of angels will arrive with Uzis loaded with enthusiasm... In time! Surrealism is the proprietor Of flowers fervently whirling like dervishes until... It is a place where I narrate lovers melting like pennies at the sight of each other, where home appliances long for your touch. My fetish is my imagination, wild, wild imagination extravagant as your birth child, Gaudy and beautiful like a coach built Cadillac by Saoutchick. Where everything utter is true. Welcome wide eyed wonder To my simple things, Fuel injected heart Needle and thread Enameled soul made from a French mind Small animal pelts and bones for superstition German precision With the eye of a Xerox machine. So one emphatically dream Emphatically live Emphatically believe everything uttered is true.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Surrealism gone Awry