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"idiocies" poems
1. Spread claims you are the only one who can stop corrupt politicians and their dependence on the rich (even though you yourself belong to the rich) 2. Spread lies and insults about anyone who might look like a serious opponent 3. Once you are in power, continue 1. & 2. and put your rich friends into influential positions in state offices and courts, give tax breaks to the rich and claim that everyone benefits from them. Declare any information that runs counter to your lies „fake news“. 4. Invent threats to the security and well-being of the nation and then claim you are the one who can solve all the problems by strict measures, like building a 2,000 mile wall against those criminal immigrants that threaten your people – what the „fake news“ reports as a few thousand refugees from neighboring countries who flee from misery and persecution and crime and hope to get asylum in your country of 350 million. 5. Cut your aid programs for the home countries of those resfugees so that the situation there worsens even more and even more people will try to run for a better life, and you can rhetorically justify inhuman security measures at your borders. 6. On a different field, isolate your country internationally, be the elefant in the china shop, break or end international agreements, destabilize whole regions, and then threaten to send the military – all of which, you tell your voters, makes your country great again. 7. Start trade wars with old global partners, accusing them of taking advantage of your countrty, and when your own economy suffers from such idiocies, calm your afflicted followers with federal subsidies that jolt the nationl deficit to singular heights. 8. Fire (or mob into retirement) any critical person in your government until all your officials speak with your voice. 9. Look around for a worthy cause to be the focus of your consoldidated power. 10. Start a world war and lose it.
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
power games101
1. Spread claims you are the only one who can stop corrupt politicians and their dependence on the rich (even though you yourself belong to the rich) 2. Spread lies and insults about anyone who might look like a serious opponent 3. Once you are in power, continue 1. & 2. and put your rich friends into influential positions in state offices and courts, give tax breaks to the rich and claim that everyone benefits from them. Declare any information that runs counter to your lies „fake news“. 4. Invent threats to the security and well-being of the nation and then claim you are the one who can solve all the problems by strict measures, like building a 2,000 mile wall against those criminal immigrants that threaten your people – what the „fake news“ reports as a few thousand refugees from neighboring countries who flee from misery and persecution and crime and hope to get asylum in your country of 350 million. 5. Cut your aid programs for the home countries of those resfugees so that the situation there worsens even more and even more people will try to run for a better life, and you can rhetorically justify inhuman security measures at your borders. 6. On a different field, isolate your country internationally, be the elefant in the china shop, break or end international agreements, destabilize whole regions, and then threaten to send the military – all of which, you tell your voters, makes your country great again. 7. Start trade wars with old global partners, accusing them of taking advantage of your countrty, and when your own economy suffers from such idiocies, calm your afflicted followers with federal subsidies that jolt the nationl deficit to singular heights. 8. Fire (or mob into retirement) any critical person in your government until all your officials speak with your voice. 9. Look around for a worthy cause to be the focus of your consoldidated power. 10. Start a world war and lose it.
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Soft, easy to walk on Pleasant, comfortable Familial, forgettable That's carpet. Hateful, vengeful Frustrated, ill-intentioned Always mentioned, enfuriating That's toxic. Please love me. Will you listen to me? How are you doing? That's carpet. Please love me. I'm empty. I need you. That's toxic. I love you, I'll do anything for you! Please command me. That's carpet. I deal with your idiocies I deal with your standards I conform to fit inside your image. That's toxic. Can you hug me in front of All of these people? So that they know I'm worth something? That's carpet. After you listen to me, I'll say I'm useless. I'll say it's not your fault. That's toxic. I don't want to *** I don't want to talk, I want you to trust me and tell me everything. That's carpet. All I want is *** All I need is some warm body. Give me the fuel I've run out of. That's toxic. I'll give you everything And do whatever you want For whatever feigned love you can muster. That's carpet. I'm ready to conform. Give me drugs and let me tighten up While you let loose and accidentally love me. That's toxic. I'll text you back immediately. And patiently await your response. Rejoice in this moment you did for me. That's carpet. Give me advice. So I can shoot you down. So I can let you down. So I can let you drown. In my toxic civil war Where I knew no solution would come From my internal struggle. But you took a side And felt the wrath of one of my forces. I can't help you. Leave me alone. That's toxic. I walk around By myself late at night. I text you and say I need you. Don't worry about where I am. I needed to be alone, But now I don't. I just escaped misery and wanted to Find you. Find me, Or I'll run away. Block me, So I can fester. That's carpet. Let me give you a million compliments. Easily. While you find one for me And slip a shark a steak Even though he'll always be hungry. Sharks barely ever **** humans, But they're so scary. It's the hunger, it's the image. It's not the behavior. It's not. The image is hunger. Always give me more. That's toxic. I serve. I help. I pleasure, assist, provide I care, then I care more. Then I go home and rub off The disappointment and fear of alone. Then I care more. And I wait for the love I give To come to me. And I think it will. That's carpet. Leave me alone. Be honest. That's what I need. Let your honesty drown you Because I'm honest too. And I'll open up the floodgates, Without remorse. Sorry if you drown. I overthink, bottle up, and overshare. That's toxic. Please love me. Please act with me, Act out the fantasies I have planned. And re-enact the ones I did. I'm toxic. I'm carpet. That's me.
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Toxic Carpet
Soft, easy to walk on Pleasant, comfortable Familial, forgettable That's carpet. Hateful, vengeful Frustrated, ill-intentioned Always mentioned, enfuriating That's toxic. Please love me. Will you listen to me? How are you doing? That's carpet. Please love me. I'm empty. I need you. That's toxic. I love you, I'll do anything for you! Please command me. That's carpet. I deal with your idiocies I deal with your standards I conform to fit inside your image. That's toxic. Can you hug me in front of All of these people? So that they know I'm worth something? That's carpet. After you listen to me, I'll say I'm useless. I'll say it's not your fault. That's toxic. I don't want to *** I don't want to talk, I want you to trust me and tell me everything. That's carpet. All I want is *** All I need is some warm body. Give me the fuel I've run out of. That's toxic. I'll give you everything And do whatever you want For whatever feigned love you can muster. That's carpet. I'm ready to conform. Give me drugs and let me tighten up While you let loose and accidentally love me. That's toxic. I'll text you back immediately. And patiently await your response. Rejoice in this moment you did for me. That's carpet. Give me advice. So I can shoot you down. So I can let you down. So I can let you drown. In my toxic civil war Where I knew no solution would come From my internal struggle. But you took a side And felt the wrath of one of my forces. I can't help you. Leave me alone. That's toxic. I walk around By myself late at night. I text you and say I need you. Don't worry about where I am. I needed to be alone, But now I don't. I just escaped misery and wanted to Find you. Find me, Or I'll run away. Block me, So I can fester. That's carpet. Let me give you a million compliments. Easily. While you find one for me And slip a shark a steak Even though he'll always be hungry. Sharks barely ever **** humans, But they're so scary. It's the hunger, it's the image. It's not the behavior. It's not. The image is hunger. Always give me more. That's toxic. I serve. I help. I pleasure, assist, provide I care, then I care more. Then I go home and rub off The disappointment and fear of alone. Then I care more. And I wait for the love I give To come to me. And I think it will. That's carpet. Leave me alone. Be honest. That's what I need. Let your honesty drown you Because I'm honest too. And I'll open up the floodgates, Without remorse. Sorry if you drown. I overthink, bottle up, and overshare. That's toxic. Please love me. Please act with me, Act out the fantasies I have planned. And re-enact the ones I did. I'm toxic. I'm carpet. That's me.
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I thought I could conform, wanting to become part of the pack. I dressed differently; closed my mouth more. I tried to be less caring yet more selfless hoping to become more desirable. It didn't work. I wore black. I abstained from interests in favor of theirs. I slept only with candles for warmth and bathed in ice water. I froze. I laughed at the idiocies protruded from their mouths, trying to fit in, but stay me. I was brainwashed. I ate kosher for a year and a day. I drank tea to bleach me inside. I prayed to Mother Earth and Father Sky for strength as the moon waxed, but was weakened when they turned away my heart at Witching Hour, and thought I would die from the cold. I did what I thought was good, thinking blending wasn't a bad idea. But still deep inside me is the need to know: was adapting always like this?
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
Adaptation
twenteesventh. you write of dismembered leaves, enhaloed lust(wtf) pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete, using incontrovertible idiocies like dry rain droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys” poetic methadone methodology, poems hats with rhyming lyrics   that taste like that burnt eyelids colored a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum), beyond burger veggie based satyrs, the happy gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, ***** ******* you want an infernal cataclysm... really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and other Olsonian beauties, like I write with succinct passion, me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying “too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt” non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries and then you wonder why PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY? jes kiddin’ a leetle
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
So Olson, It’s All Your Fault!
Our pasts are gilded in rosy hues painting the picture of golden yesteryears Reminisce back to the innocence blissful in ignorance when small idiocies collude into a charmed life widening smiles like the taste of chocolate upon a younger self's lips the world seemed so sweet and sugar coated just to turn bitter before our eyes searching for the sugar once again but all time hands us is more salt for the wonds
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
Sweets
A queer breed of Ostriches we're! Scared of reality,   we bury our senses in the barren sands of illusion, live in an oasis of fantasy! The glare of daylight scares us!! Cosy in the arms of our delusions, inebriated with our fallacies, romancing idiocies, we day-dream all the time, while silver drizzles of the morning sun paint the dawn gorgeous! But we blind our senses to a magnificent reality!
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
The Ostriches we're
WW ( (•) (•) ) v ~<>~ X I see you --- --- --- --- Metalic dreams ! Spider man love ! • She calls to me to come out of the vast fascism That has become The death knell song We worship •• ( the fascist song we worship ) I WUV YOU I WUV YOU WON'T YOU **** ME PLEASE MY KNEES ARE SO ****** FROM CRAWLING ALONG I CAN'T HARDLY EAT THE **** OFFA THE STREET THAT THE FASCIST PIGS OF THIS CORPORATE STATE HAVE LEFT FOR US TO HUMILIATE ANY REAL FEELINGS WE MIGHT STILL HAVE •• I see you •• She calls to me to come to her In a real sense For real love •• She says LEAVE THESE DEAD POETS TO THEIR SELF AMUSING IDIOCIES ! THEY WON'T CHANGE THEY ONLY REINFORCE EACH OTHER 'S PAIN TO EASE THEIR OWN •• ( she too Sees ---- you ) •• Sweet mercy ! Compassion ! Grace ! •• ( is BERYLDOV LEW correct ? ) Is this healing humor Or hurtful sarcasm ? ) •• Does anyone care what wisdom remains In the metallic dreams Dying Dying In our Spider-Man hearts ?
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
heal dog heel
took a phone call today please come and talk to me got in the car, drove to you and you said to me *I'm not right, I feel it in my head I've got no one else, I've got no friends I can't talk to you, I don't know where to begin please, just talk to me* I talk about nothing as I watch your tears I speak about idiocies and unrelenting fears I whispers entreaties that drive me insane I sit and silently know... I'm to blame each revelation, besides the last leaves me gasping, struggling to breathe each time you say I can't talk about it gives me another reason to believe It's my fault this is my shame my horror is I walked away knowing you were on your own you sent me away like a dog with a bone with no meat on it I don't have a clue whats really eating you except I could only say *whatever you are thinking Suicide is NOT the way*
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
I Failed You (and I'm scared I'll bury you)
a new poem will pass, that haha, no one will read but nonetheless, arguing among his several selves, better to be more fulfilled by the emptying of himself upon padded cell of paper, of his staining, the piece of him now un-chambered & un-containered thru magma fissures, steaming & cleaning, providing a penny's penance for his disparate gloomy idiocies the gray ladies always smile at him, always so nice and gentlemanly like, that poet, underneath his cowardly disdain, against his pretense's grain, contempt for old grey ladies with old lady odors emanating is this who you are, is this how you write? with raggedy old words, that splinter our delight?
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
a snippet
Come back Barack ... oh my how we miss you so, I know you weren't perfect in that Commander in Chief bombing innocent folks overseas sort of way, but Sweet Jesus at least you are not Trump, you had some natural dignity as a decent man with his heart in the right place for most of the time & you tried, at least you tried to make things better for all folks, & you could shed a tear for the children & you could take a joke & you could chuckle with the best of them & you did have good dance moves & your hair wasn't some sort of freeze-dried candy floss sort of thing, & you didn't re-tweet Fascists, & didn't scapegoat, & lie, & work every single angle possible to put a few more dollars in your bank account, & you had a keen intelligence for important things such as the health of your citizens & the world they live in & you wouldn't say Islamic terrorism because you knew it was a dangerous & short-sighted & in the end truly awful way to play into the hands of the enemy, & you kneeled down to talk to kids in mini-pope mobiles, & you had an honesty & a calm reasoned approach that even if that was too much at times at least you didn't jump into the fire and wade in the dark morass of prejudice & ignorance, & you didn't appoint all your family to powerful positions so they too could work that dollar angle & you didn't promise idiocies to gullible desperate idiots & you at least weren't a ****** predator & a two-bit snake-oil salesman who worked a three-card monte with a 'University' so as to fleece the believers, & you weren't called Donald Trump & you were at least a Democrat & son of a gun look at us now!
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Come back Barack ...
Come back Barack ... oh my how we miss you so, I know you weren't perfect in that Commander in Chief bombing innocent folks overseas sort of way, but Sweet Jesus at least you are not Trump, you had some natural dignity as a decent man with his heart in the right place for most of the time & you tried, at least you tried to make things better for all folks, & you could shed a tear for the children & you could take a joke & you could chuckle with the best of them & you did have good dance moves & your hair wasn't some sort of freeze-dried candy floss sort of thing, & you didn't re-tweet Fascists, & didn't scapegoat, & lie, & work every single angle possible to put a few more dollars in your bank account, & you had a keen intelligence for important things such as the health of your citizens & the world they live in & you wouldn't say Islamic terrorism because you knew it was a dangerous & short-sighted & in the end truly awful way to play into the hands of the enemy, & you kneeled down to talk to kids in mini-pope mobiles, & you had an honesty & a calm reasoned approach that even if that was too much at times at least you didn't jump into the fire and wade in the dark morass of prejudice & ignorance, & you didn't appoint all your family to powerful positions so they too could work that dollar angle & you didn't promise idiocies to gullible desperate idiots & you at least weren't a ****** predator & a two-bit snake-oil salesman who worked a three-card monte with a 'University' so as to fleece the believers, & you weren't called Donald Trump & you were at least a Democrat & son of a gun look at us now!
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Tottering. Tottering. Tottering on the brink of illiteracy, was a man once known, for his intellectual proficiency. For brilliant no more he was, as those days were long gone! Once upon a time he was well known, for his many exponential technologies, From portable video projection hardware, reconstruction surgical devices for the cochlear, to software able to extract the deepest of thoughts. Now, there he lay. There he lay! Daily perpetuating and recapitulating the most misanthropic of idiocies.
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
Tottering
...will an umbrella protect my head from the idiocies of stupid people?
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
i wonder...
Idiocies, flagrantly rotten hearts, such stupid **** Numb skull niceties of chumps, chimps pimping us Serving subterfuge, lucidly playing dumb In life's dark cauldron now overrun, brimming with Premeditation and enemy minds, a convict's ***** on the side. Inception & loss by way of the gun, itches to **** to get rich Eager harbingers of calamity and pain—terrorists… Never feels not ashamed, brainwashed school-shooting kids Crude excuse for players haters games, cheat & takes (life) Empty of wisdom, belly aching snakes eats tail & world alike.
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
INSIPIENCE (acrostic)
(( ;;; )) //// • ||| <> ( • ) ( • ) ///// 0 Love /// Let us be free Let us Seed eachother With the memory Of creation /// In the farthest reaches You ! Rich with eternity It's breath It's song • It's flesh Longing to be one With the fresh new Day • See ! Children in the high school corridors Prisoners of the whorish culture ! Practicing to receive The new deseases /// ***** into ****** eachother ! Viral idiocies Meant to Maim /// Love Remember We are the unity We are the godhead We are the peace One with all others LOVE
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Slaves no more
you write of dismembered leaves, pains too sweet, using incontrovertible idiocies like quiet rain, droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, tastes that burn eyelids colored in blood stained mustard yellow, the gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and others, more weirder too, wonderfully inexplicable, other jimmy olsonian beauties, non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries, and then you wonder why, PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
you write of dismembered leaves
Where are the thoughtful s, the brilliants those young Turks of mine times with tomes ablaze the searing searches for wisdom in flights of discoveries soaring into heightened ideas and dives in Philosophy pools sparring with edifices of futures past and present yet to show The magic of minds invigorated anew knowledge incoming and endless forays in disciplines testings midnight oils burning as brains are lit and wonders founds in old new skills come in and in growth and understandings you dance versatility you embrace in bloom of maturity and richness in minds Talk Shakespeare and see Homer with Sartre ratios and equations take on compounds and Periodic Tables the ***** in biology makes ******* covers even more relate-able Byron says it sweetly and Solzhenitsyn talks Gulag in Mein Kampf one day in Imperialism while another in Totalitarianism all ideas My kingdom for knowledge and the trained minds oh such joy the vista of erudition and peace of understanding the harvesting of a million lights to banish fears and shame duds confidence of the unconfined thoughts and enamored teachers the august seat in a world where diversity is undreaded  and calm Thus never a war of minds or feigned stances nothing akin to the posturing fakes and usurpers dim et vacant or them charlatans lacking gainful foundations in pretentious airs bovine bullies coated in ignorance manifesting idiocies a la pride sham laughable buffoons strangling Art for art sake, dopes for free So look below and see the infertile minds in fallow    base and dank coarse and idle with the occasional sprouts incapable in essence limited in orientations like a pack of jackals ignorant and belligerent or puffed up in fear like a capon in anger nothing enlightened, positive, constructive or gainful just angst mired in the blame game with limited senses and ignorance raving
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Ain't that just the difference.......
Where are the thoughtful s, the brilliants those young Turks of mine times with tomes ablaze the searing searches for wisdom in flights of discoveries soaring into heightened ideas and dives in Philosophy pools sparring with edifices of futures past and present yet to show The magic of minds invigorated anew knowledge incoming and endless forays in disciplines testings midnight oils burning as brains are lit and wonders founds in old new skills come in and in growth and understandings you dance versatility you embrace in bloom of maturity and richness in minds Talk Shakespeare and see Homer with Sartre ratios and equations take on compounds and Periodic Tables the ***** in biology makes ******* covers even more relate-able Byron says it sweetly and Solzhenitsyn talks Gulag in Mein Kampf one day in Imperialism while another in Totalitarianism all ideas My kingdom for knowledge and the trained minds oh such joy the vista of erudition and peace of understanding the harvesting of a million lights to banish fears and shame duds confidence of the unconfined thoughts and enamored teachers the august seat in a world where diversity is undreaded  and calm Thus never a war of minds or feigned stances nothing akin to the posturing fakes and usurpers dim et vacant or them charlatans lacking gainful foundations in pretentious airs bovine bullies coated in ignorance manifesting idiocies a la pride sham laughable buffoons strangling Art for art sake, dopes for free So look below and see the infertile minds in fallow    base and dank coarse and idle with the occasional sprouts incapable in essence limited in orientations like a pack of jackals ignorant and belligerent or puffed up in fear like a capon in anger nothing enlightened, positive, constructive or gainful just angst mired in the blame game with limited senses and ignorance raving
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