"orginal" poems
I see two people
so in love with each other
schmoozing numinous dialect,
only a purest of heart can fathom.
I see a kiss I hear it too,
I see eyes pinnacles
lips singing
and heart sinking in love.
Now, do not tell me
I’m seeing
a teaching of Venn diagram
on the display board,
and my explanation for
A intersection B is ludicrous!
Please do not tell me
I’m wrong.
It must be poetry
I'm seeing,
and I'm in love with it
more than anything else.
/*Orginal poem published in Mayalayam, translated by poet. */
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
[PART ONE]
xeroxed, RT'd and plagiarized
so many times on so many blogs
tween blogs to republican blogs
to blogs in Russia and
blogs no one ever scrolls though...
original content is prey
but I have a warning for they:
overrated, over-shared
content aggregators beware
the lines you swap can
rot and ware
the World Wide Web
does not care.
[PART TWO]
original content
original contests
original continent
original controversy
original coordination between strangers
original calvary riding their connection into the battlefield of internet memes; creating nothing and sharing everything
[COMMENTARY]
original nothing, nowhere, nobody except facebook "Funny Vidoes!" & "Cool Quotes!". 'Like' pages whose sole originality lies within their own existence but nothing they share. They steal from the rest of the web and re-post what they find for out-of-the-loop troglodytes; often done so in inferior context and with no perspective. The 'refried beans' phenomenon, I call it. I find it fitting because 'refried beans' are a double misnomer. The name comes from 'frijoles refritos' - which means 'well-fried' not 'refried'. They are also never traditionally fried more than once. Yet the name sticks, it gets repeated, it gets re-shared and now that's what they are: refried beans. This phenomenon is why I believe art and all original content eventually become so over-shared and overrated that it's no longer interesting but irritating. These three parts of the poem "Original Content" are separated in abstract authorial presentation. The author has clearly expressed his dislike for the disjunct un-imagination of the internet and presents it as such.
[PART THREE]
original authors losing control of their audiences who believe they are the creators and the artist's art is somewhat shareable
original miscommunication between web 1.0 and web 2.0 reality
original alphabet they use to type on their keyboards
original grammar they learned in school
original money their gov't printed
original content they re-post
original refried beans
original content
orginal contet
ogrinal cotent
ognal ctt
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
[PART ONE]
xeroxed, RT'd and plagiarized
so many times on so many blogs
tween blogs to republican blogs
to blogs in Russia and
blogs no one ever scrolls though...
original content is prey
but I have a warning for they:
overrated, over-shared
content aggregators beware
the lines you swap can
rot and ware
the World Wide Web
does not care.
[PART TWO]
original content
original contests
original continent
original controversy
original coordination between strangers
original calvary riding their connection into the battlefield of internet memes; creating nothing and sharing everything
[COMMENTARY]
original nothing, nowhere, nobody except facebook "Funny Vidoes!" & "Cool Quotes!". 'Like' pages whose sole originality lies within their own existence but nothing they share. They steal from the rest of the web and re-post what they find for out-of-the-loop troglodytes; often done so in inferior context and with no perspective. The 'refried beans' phenomenon, I call it. I find it fitting because 'refried beans' are a double misnomer. The name comes from 'frijoles refritos' - which means 'well-fried' not 'refried'. They are also never traditionally fried more than once. Yet the name sticks, it gets repeated, it gets re-shared and now that's what they are: refried beans. This phenomenon is why I believe art and all original content eventually become so over-shared and overrated that it's no longer interesting but irritating. These three parts of the poem "Original Content" are separated in abstract authorial presentation. The author has clearly expressed his dislike for the disjunct un-imagination of the internet and presents it as such.
[PART THREE]
original authors losing control of their audiences who believe they are the creators and the artist's art is somewhat shareable
original miscommunication between web 1.0 and web 2.0 reality
original alphabet they use to type on their keyboards
original grammar they learned in school
original money their gov't printed
original content they re-post
original refried beans
original content
orginal contet
ogrinal cotent
ognal ctt
oc
.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
This country was built on greed.
All the white men had desires;
Gold, God and Glory their creed.
Sin loves to travel in packs
wrath came next to spill blood.
The Great Spirit received many guests.
Having desires is not a sin.
Sin entered when men were sold
to backbreaking work for another’s gain.
***** blood fueled the Southern Kingdom
greed begot sloth which begot fear
slavery became too valuable to lose.
So in the great American tradition
compromise became the easy way out.
Why fight for 3/5 a person;
instead bounce between slave and free
making all envy the southern wealth
a perfect illusion hiding white poor.
Fast forward to the Postbellum south.
Half the wealth has become man
equality will mean Southern prosperity’s death.
The south needs labor to rebuild
sharecropping and convict leasing slavery’s ********
will help keep the ***** down.
When men become numbers society fails.
Why not work them to death?
Just grab another to lay rails.
Once being black is a crime
it’s simple to justify white pride.
Fear will keep those ******* inline.
So do not blame Big Business
for the destruction they routinely cause.
Save your petitions to our congress
they can’t even touch the monster.
We devour all that we see
but that’s our countries original Sin.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Be orginal
Be you
Love thy self
And be true
Yourself is real
Yourself is cool
Yourself is beautiful
F*ck all the haters
Who try to destroy you
You're orginal
And thats good
You're living life...
For you
Dont please no one else
Besides you
Cause at the end of the day...
Nobody has you
Like you
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Propelled by what?
A forces driving
To cliffs edge
Thinking of something
He could never commit
However, sadly the mind
Breaks every now and then
To release a flood?
To retrieve releif?
Or to pass a test?
But we never get any answers
For after broken
The mind is gone
Orginal thought flies
Far from the mess
It enabled to prosper
Left we are
With the mans body
Hallowed out by attempt
His answers he speaks
Saying only one thing
"Never allow a series of events"
"To spiral to such a low as mine"
"To cliffs I conquerd"
"To chasms I fell"
"All for a red sunset"
No one had the heart to tell him
The sun does not shine at night...
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
You are so beautiful.
Like no one else
in this world so orginal.
Your face in this space.
So much love to embrace.
Your thoughts in your mind.
Are exclusive and one of a kind.
The love you feel inside.
Makes rain and sun collide.
See colors full of light.
All your inperfections.
Could be some
one else's attraction.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
*I'm a human
Who does a lot of stupid things
I do know that
But I am only a human
And humans does a lot of stupid things.
Things we regret
Things which makes us proud
And things, which we want to do over
We are but men
And as men
We do a lot of stupid things
But that's how life is
And life can't be controlled...*
[orginal version]
*Jeg er et menneske
der gør mange dumme ting
Det er jeg klar over
Men jeg er nu blot et menneske
Og mennesker gør dumme ting
Ting vi fortryder
Ting vi er stolte over
Og ting, som vi vil gøre om igen
Vi er nu engang kun mennesker
Og som mennesker
gør vi mange dumme ting
Men sådan er livet nu engang
Og livet, kan vi ikke kontrollere....*
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
The beams break barriers:
sound
skin
a note, trilling out
bleeds into the dust-dancers filtering through
rays of sun heating my leg
paleness brought to surface
like some
small, vulnerable creature
a careful animal
i wander uselessly through petitions
cancerous
but aside from this.
I could find myself returning
tearing away old skin to be young again
you make me want to be
a not-so-careful
Creature
(heart failing
limbs flailing
shall i be a
finless maid?
orginal thought
we were boats
i conquered this
ocean, and you
conquered me.
now i see this:
you are the
ocean in which
i would
much prefer
to lose my lungs'
functionality)
drown me
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
*These words are all that I have
They can always be recited
But never replicated
They are what make me orginal*
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
See the water wash over you
with droplets preserving your dreams
fashioned as orginal thoughts,
that you wished to swore
vouchsafed in your sincerity
and everyone's hopes.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
I'm sick of dying on the inside
And being un-orginal because everybody else does too
And makes me a copy-cat since I'm not alone
Yet completely am since the ghosts run away now
And nothing hears me
Because silence is louder than words
Knowing no one is willing to listen because they believe in their lies
It's their litanies now. To know they aren't liars because they believe they aren't.
Is my promise destruction or sanity
Knowing both to everything while being nothing more than me
?
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
Flashes of you,
Fill my sights,
Temporarily taking away powers of gravity,
As D Air Freezes,
Before you fall,
During Day n Night,
By Invisible angels,
Sending possible injuries to flee,
For Ms Majesty,
With Visual Clues,
Are Lines of Truth!
D Orginal Natural Beauty,
With D Guards of Protection
Enhancing D Enhancer,
With breath taking Visual Fashions,
Just has me sticking on you like glue,
Are Lines of Truth!
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
What was it?
Meteor falling?
Visit of aliens, an encounter?
Defense Ministry briefing?
Micro-apocalypse?
Semantic or phonetic ellipsis?
Or unfiltered beer?
Or was she Serbian?
Such a fake name...
In a french tunic or a jacket?
what century of antiquity? 19th 18th?
Storojeviih do you understand me?
You won't find such a datum in cyberspace!
You left early,
The spectrum is still on.
This is often the case with people,
Abnormal states
Or let's put it this way:
Alien abduction.
In Orginal:
Watchmen in an unknown wardrobe item
Что это было?
Падение метеорита?
Посещение инопланетян?
Брифинг Минобороны?
Микроапокалипсис?
Семантический или фонетический эллипсис?
Или нефилтрованное пиво?
Или сербка она была?
Такая фалшивая фамилия...
В тунике или в пиджаке?
какого то века антика? 19ого 18ого?
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Спектр еще горит.
Это часто бывает с людьми,
Аномальные состояния
Или так скажим:
-Похищение пришельцами.
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 4:29 AM UTC