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"noam" poems
Tis' what we read on the papers Tis' what we see on the television Their vision and perceptions Their stereotypes and plans What is the truth? Tell me, show me, down in the valley Tell me, show me the reflection of the river Tell me, show me the hope I long to touch Tell me, show me the wicked terrorists Who are they? Those who claim to be the heroes Those that aim to pain the human race Those whose politics is like poly-tricks Those who control the media and sell reality In the galaxy whisper....... Whisper, as these mercenaries are ruthless Whisper, as these crazed creatures rule the world *Whisper, as these ***** sell the same old story again* Whisper, as these lies they give are well spent to confuse A reflection in the mirror glare It's not ironic that my fuse is blowing in trips It's not a rant, but open the wider realms and eyes Its not a truth but the hamster wheel they rotate It's not a lie that the manipulation they fixate aches Edward Snowden, John Lennon, Noam Chomsky, Bob Marley Whisper because if you speak loud as Snowden they won't pardon but promise to crucify your flesh Whisper because if you speak as John Lennon they will sacrifice your fresh to the turbulent rivers Whisper because if you speak loud as Noam Chomsky they will eradicate you from the facade institution Whisper because if you sing the truth as Bob Marley they will put you in a volcano as it cries eruption Attack their gravity of lies ?? My beautiful people, I am sick of the system My body is weak and my soul denied it's nature My mind knows that it is ridiculous, the blues My heart rules but it is slowed by the dishonesty My beautiful people, I am you, you are me, we are we My tongue justified as it tears cloud in the dark alleys My lungs are deprived of the radiant oxygenated air My all knows that the democracy they sail is an autocracy
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
The gravity of terrorism (Additional Audio Available
Tis' what we read on the papers Tis' what we see on the television Their vision and perceptions Their stereotypes and plans What is the truth? Tell me, show me, down in the valley Tell me, show me the reflection of the river Tell me, show me the hope I long to touch Tell me, show me the wicked terrorists Who are they? Those who claim to be the heroes Those that aim to pain the human race Those whose politics is like poly-tricks Those who control the media and sell reality In the galaxy whisper....... Whisper, as these mercenaries are ruthless Whisper, as these crazed creatures rule the world *Whisper, as these ***** sell the same old story again* Whisper, as these lies they give are well spent to confuse A reflection in the mirror glare It's not ironic that my fuse is blowing in trips It's not a rant, but open the wider realms and eyes Its not a truth but the hamster wheel they rotate It's not a lie that the manipulation they fixate aches Edward Snowden, John Lennon, Noam Chomsky, Bob Marley Whisper because if you speak loud as Snowden they won't pardon but promise to crucify your flesh Whisper because if you speak as John Lennon they will sacrifice your fresh to the turbulent rivers Whisper because if you speak loud as Noam Chomsky they will eradicate you from the facade institution Whisper because if you sing the truth as Bob Marley they will put you in a volcano as it cries eruption Attack their gravity of lies ?? My beautiful people, I am sick of the system My body is weak and my soul denied it's nature My mind knows that it is ridiculous, the blues My heart rules but it is slowed by the dishonesty My beautiful people, I am you, you are me, we are we My tongue justified as it tears cloud in the dark alleys My lungs are deprived of the radiant oxygenated air My all knows that the democracy they sail is an autocracy
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I dig Joe Rogan Suheir Hammad And Alix Olson Truth seeking Artists I dig Howard Zinn And Noam Chomsky Dead intellectuals Truth seekers I dig Marty McConnell And Jason Carny Poet lovers Of Humanity I dig Shakespeare Mark Twain Edgar Allen Poe Emily Dickenson John Keats Percy Shelley Ginsburg and the other Beats Writers and poets I will never meet I dig The Daily Show The Colbert Report The John Oliver Show The Young Turks News and fake news Comedy Shows That expose Deep truth I don’t dig me Always But I like you And all the potential You hold You are not a black hole But a blazing star Waiting to blow Waiting to be born The only good form Of a hydrogen bomb That reminds me I dig Einstein Tesla, Da Vinci Gandhi Thoreau Bruce Lee Great Minds That are dead My list goes on Forever in my head So instead of A dissertation of love I would like to know Who do you dig bro?
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
I Dig
I'm a giant surviving on scraps from smaller hands, an Atlas without a known purpose living amongst Noam Chomskies and Ayne Rands, scrounging around this philosophical symphony for somthing hidden in the slaughterhouse of lambs.
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
A Giant
"the smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion but allow very lively debate within that spectrum" - Noam Chomsky
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
Gatekeeper's Lesson:
Beardless man in my mirror, asks me who I think I am. I look your way and wonder what you would say, were it your face sending questions through the window to my soul. I'd say I am a bold-faced liar who learned not to lie through the hair on my face. My bald face says, for centuries now, what a bald head says now, "I know how to wield a blade this sharp, without cutting myself, be ware." Yeah, cowboyninjaquickdrawhero… maybe I have played the role, mirror neuronical sharper than any two-edge, but I feel honed when I shave, ready to shine my steely glare on the fool that questions the reason for my faith in my blade, and so I don't look as old as Noam Chomsky, that's why I shaved. - The face communicates See, I got this nerve, CNX, it hooks under that fattest art- ery in my chest, where all true riches rest, lazy-like, easy livin' thinkin' some poor soul got tricked again, whaddaya gno? Gwan, say so, man, watcha know f'show? Got a light? Gotta charisma authorized poet's license? Have you ever known what's next? Perhaps you should talk to someone. Okeh. And if I looked as old as Noam Chomsky, they would know I lack the will to use the blade, and maybe wonder if I lost the knack. Then I grin and watch'em see the apple in m'eye.
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
Close shave with destiny at high noon
Sensuous pleasure Human touch I close my eyes Darken hue A stampede of thoughts Streams of consciousness Springsteen in Asbury Park Aung San Sun kyi, a lost voice Meeting with a philosopher American friends Judge Judy And Poetic license International conflicts Blame the Russians Rooney drink driving Racist police and the NFL PhD students And Noam Chomsky R.E.M 'The End Of the World as We know it' BREXIT Blame anyone but yourself A mother giving birth in the street To poor for St. Elsewhere North Korea Blame the Chinese The beautiful woman next to me Another day in paradise. The man said something Now the other foot.
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
The Pleasures of a Foot Massage in Taiyuan.
*** soaked tongue spews Kierkegaard Path to selfhood never seemed so far Lost in the finite ,at the mercy of the crowds? Or infinite, where dreams know no bounds? *** soaked tongue spews Noam Chomsky, Student debt makes entrepreneurship risky Lost in the system, opinion that of the crowds Shout freedom,see how the police surrounds.
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
*** soaked tongue
Can you save me from the man I tend to be? The spirit of the Thälmann Battalion is in my soul Reading the radical poets And having conversations with myself. Can you save me from the man I tend to be? I listen to Billy Bragg and dream of a ‘New England’ Dennis Skinner is a hero. All that is left of the English radical dissenting left. Can you save me from the man I tend to be? Fear provokes anxiety and silence. Never can I do without thinking. Or creating intuitive minds Can you save me from the man I tend to be? Seeing consent manufactured day-by-day Conversations with Noam Chomsky On violations of authority. Do I need saving from the man I tend to be?’
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Can you save me from the man I tend to be?