"patronize" poems
I'd like to thank eveybody for their time,
as we conduct this interview in rhyme.
If you have a disability such as mine,
Everybody wants to pry into your mind.
So in this piece im going to address,
all the questions im asked, i intend to put that to rest.
But i can't do this alone, i require some help
Bluestar , thank you so much for providing assistance
Yes thanks, ladies and gentleman, here we go,
What we have here is a fine young specimen,
A young age male with a disability no one knows,
And what is it, you ask?
Why, I don't mind if I do begin to explain him
Epilepsy, that's what it is,
It's what he's got inside
And before you start to ask, no it's not a mental disorder
Do you want to hear the facts or think the fiction, you have to decide
Shall i dispense with the facts?
Hmm with the mighty sword of knowledge ignorance i shall attack!
Epilepsy is a neurological disorder,
It causes me to be prone to seizures.
Not the kind that causes the removal of property,
But occasionally my brain will fry, and my body go crazy,
Like a vampire exposed to holy ether
But don't worry, he's not going to die,
If you're with him when it happens you cannot run and hide
He'll need you to support him, to make sure he's okay
Make sure things are out of his reach and do not force him to obey
In conclusion dear friends, im just like you,
I may have neruological quirks, but im still Neroamee Alucard,
Not some show at the zoo,
So if you know somebody, with any form of fault or disability,
Dont patronize or be overbearing,
Just make allowances for their need
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
“Never forget”
It’s structure set
there’s something that
I just don’t get
When people told
to take a sec
The thousands lost
Their lives just swept
And many more
forever wept
An empty hole
with families wrecked
Commemorate
the date is set
As if a giant hurdle leapt
Most people easily forget
A numb that lulls
themselves will let
They patronize
like I’m a pet
Their pettiness
to me will vex
It’s takes more than
just bowing necks
A promise
for one day is kept
Real charity
Not on the net
Read Facebook posts like
“What the heck?”
My boiling blood
want to snap necks
A danger sign
like floor is wet
Not military
or a vet
But a salute
those lost will get
Just for one day
forget the rest
On this day we will act our best
Let bias and all hatred rest
Each other love
Hearts will be blessed
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
I have started this letter one hundred times. I have referred to you as my friend, my "cousin", my love. No term seems more right than brother, as you have grown with me, and we have lived our parallel lives. I have known you since the day I was born, and I will know you until the day I die. I have long since memorized each freckle on your face, each vein in your hand, each scar on your hip. I am saying this in the hopes that you will understand why it hurt so much when you looked me in the eye and told me to calm down.
As we skipped rocks in the river that runs past my house, you complained to me about the cousin with the crazy feminist ideals. I laughed it off, and tried to reason with you, trying to teach my dear brother a valuable lesson. That's when you stared at me, with those gorgeous, piercing eyes, and you said, "I know women think they don't have rights, but like...just calm down, okay?"
Not okay. It will never be okay. It can't be okay until boys like you stop ignoring our pain. Stop writing off our suffering as hormones and gossip. Stop telling us that our feelings are invalid.
You have always said that I was your little sister. As children, you were the first to teach me how to throw a punch, so I could take care of myself. You were the first to grab me by the hand and whisper, "I will never let anything happen to you."
If you wanted to protect me, if you wanted to love me, if you wanted me to have what you have, you would not ignore the hardships of myself and my sisters. You would not tell me I'm making it up. You would not tell me to calm down. You would not stop until everything really was okay.
I wonder how much you actually know about feminism, and how much you actually know about me. Once I thought you had memorized each piece I have given you, the way I have memorized every curve in your body, and every corner of your brain. I suppose, looking back, you never were the best listener.
The day before you came to me, angry about the unfairness of your parents. I would never say to you, "I know you think it's not fair but like...just calm down, okay?" When you came to me about your anxiety, I would never say, "I know you think it's hard, but like...just calm down, okay?" I would never ignore your words, would never patronize your pain, would never tell you to calm down.
Something inside of me has been broken ever since that day. The day that I realized that my big brother wasn't always the good guy. Some days, he's the villain. Most days, he's part of the problem.
I will always love you. You have been with me since my first breathe, and I'll be ****** if you're not there for my last. I will always listen, always hold you, always love you, always be here for you. But the one thing I refuse to do is dilute my anger for you. I will not sugarcoat my oppression, will not sweep away my sadness. I will not calm down.
And maybe, with you by my side, we could make things be okay.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
I’m on my knees with my head in my hands,
My self defeat and guilt invites your company,
You come in with just a knock, not realizing that my door was unlocked,
But you don’t look for me once you come in,
No, you look and find a moment of condescendence,
Don’t pat my back or patronize me with your sorry smile,
Your sympathy puts me in a world you think you stand above and beyond,
You insult me while at the same time,
You fool yourself out of your own muddy abyss of **** and rage,
But if it makes one of us feel better,
If it makes one of us think we are better,
To think we are not crawling out of the same muddy abyss,
Then go ahead and stand behind me,
but just don’t pat my back,
You’re only pushing me deeper,
I’ll crawl out alone,
You can stay and keep fooling yourself,
You’re not going anywhere
At least I know I can always count on you to be there,
At the same place with the same sorry words and that same sorry smile of yours,
I always know I’ll have people like you
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
We shall keep the poor poor.
We shall be on them like
a master's whip on the backs
of slaves; but they will not
know us: we are too far and
too near. We shall use the
patois of patriotism to patronize
them. We shall hide behind our
flags, while we hold only one pole.
We shall have the poor fight our
wars for us, and die for us; and
before they die, they will **** for
us, we hope, enough. In peace,
we shall piecemeal them, and serve
them meals made of toxins and tallow.
For their labor, we shall pay them
slave wages; and all that we give,
we shall take back, and more, by
monumental scandals that subside
like day's sun at eventide. We shall
be clever, as ever, circumspect and
surreptitious at all times. We shall
keep them deluded with the verisimilitude
of hope, but undermine always its
being. We shall infuse their lives
with fear and hate, playing one
race against another, one religion
against a brother's. Disaffection is
our key; but we must modulate our
efforts deftly, so the poor remain
frightened and angered, but always
blind and deaf and divided. And if,
perchance, one foments, we shall
seize the moment and drop his head
into his hands, even as he speaks.
This internecine brew we pour, there-
fore, into the poor to keep them drunk
enmity and incapacitation. Ah,
eternal anticipation! Bottoms up,
old chaps! We, those who rule,
shall have them always in our laps.
We are, as it were, their salvation.
Tod Howard Hawks
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
At eighteen I'm the scent of second-day hair with perfume in it
It smells like your bed, and my sweat, and your exhales, and my Juicy Couture Viva la Juicy . How middle school of me.
I'm the cool touch of unwashed sheets on bare skin because the thermostat is fussy and I like sleeping naked
Just me, you, and this body that I don't like so much right now, but I'm eighteen, and I'm working on that.
I'm leggings while they still pass for pants, and the chewed up ends of pens in twenty different colors
Chinese homework has really turned me into such a biter, and I claim to love all those darling pens equally, but I show my blue pens the most love
I've teethed them half to death
I'm not even close to halfway to death assuming things go well for me. Oh, please let things go well for me.
At eighteen I'm the taste of chai and menthol because that's what's **** these days
I'm all about what's **** these days. Apathy, really bad electronic music, bare midriffs.
Funny since at eighteen I don't want anyone to touch me
This body is my project, please don’t even look at me like this, all insecure and exposed. Please just let me curl up, and please let me be by myself.
I wish my mother were here to bring me a popsicle. My throat hurts from all the screaming I do these days.
At eighteen I guess I'm still a little angsty, but I just want you to love me
God, do I want you to love me.
I want you to patronize me with the warmth of your arms and undress me with strong, resolved hands
Don't touch me, just look at me and tell me that I'm perfect and naive because at eighteen I'm still milky white, soft, and broken
I'm a sight for sore eyes, a new sight, your sight
For god's sake
Just love me.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
It is not some dusty frame,
hanging rusty nails;
chaotic mess.
No es amor solo amar, to you,
just some language you,
can't comprehend.
Distraught, despaired, disheveled,
a dystopian novel notion,
romanticized.
There's no need;
you don't need to patronize.
Cold hand upon cold hand;
lifeless smiles colluding.
And as if you were a Monet sunrise,
my impression of you is that of drunken brush strokes,
dull blues,
and angry orange hues,
Left on display within a rotting, wooden frame.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
******
Animal
Savage
Dead man walking, right?
You going to fuckin' score ******
You going to fuckin' score?
You're ******* right I am
I'm gonna hit the lights and let my veins glow electric
I'm gonna turn my blood black and spray it all over the walls
I'm gonna sleep tonight in the abyss, baby
******
Are you hearing me are you feeling me am I getting through to you do I ******* stutter?
Are you ready to get out of my way or die ************
I'm going to tear the ******* roof off this place I'm gonna skin you all alive
Till it's just me and the messiah complex dealer with the keys to the holy city
If this is a standoff then let's have at it if you wanna play cowboy I'll show you cowboy
If we were made in any image at all it'd have to be the rats, right?
Well I'm the big bad wolf now and I'm done ******* around
******
Deadbeat
Family man
Feel cool with that gun in your hand?
Feel cool with that hole in your neck?
You're ******* right I do
I'm going out in style tonight
I'm going to find the rawest nerve and plug it into an amplifier
I wanna hear God cry
******
Is this happening are you seeing this are you ******* kidding me?
Is there anybody even on the receiving end?
Is this a sick ******* joke I'm choking on ***** and hate and I have enough rage to bury everything
I don't want to rest until I watch everything suffer
Am I sick? Am I losing it have I lost it already?
What do I have left to lose?
What manner of beast is this now?
******
Wretch
Vermin
Is that it, huh?
Is that all there is?
Don't ******* patronize me
That's gonna be it, alright
I'm gonna finish it the way it began
Dim lit basement, flood of chemical angels
Beauty in the most high
And death will show me sympathy
Because junkies die alone
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Demonize the morally upright
patronize the silent worker
Victimize the celibate lady
Moralize the perverted ogor
Chastise till the world is numb
Finger her till she comes
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 6:49 AM UTC
Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don't patronize - don't patronize me
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
I'll close my eyes, then I won't see
The love you don't feel when you're holding me
Morning will come and I'll do what's right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
'Cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
heart is cold but hands are warm
you take up the broken space
the closer i get
the father it seems
wasting feelings on wasted dreams
i try I try
but all in vain
it's avoidable
all this pain
I give up
but I find hope
and give up again
smile's warm, eyes filled with tears
and I just wasted all these years
concerning all my mind with you
there's nothing child
there's nothing child
don't sympathize
don't patronize
your insignificance
your cliche emo ballads
there's nothing child
there's nothing child
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
We live in an age where people patronize technology,
Where criticisms exist beneath deafening reticence,
Where every truth needs to be re-examined,
And where life itself is falling on its foundations and hinges.
Beliefs and opinions are held back just for a sense of inclusion,
Letting every genuine trail of truth left behind and ignored.
And yet people wonder, why is this generation filled with delusion?
The only answer is, the loss of connection with Christ alone.
Many of us call ourselves true believers,
But when it comes to actions, the appropriate term might be barbarians.
More often than not, we only practice sanctity inside the church;
And as the mass ends, we come back to our own sordid worlds.
We are indeed sinners in different twisted ways,
Corrupted by evil, and thus to Him we go astray.
Yet, He continues to shower us with eternal love and forgiveness,
And waits patiently for us to greet him in turn with thanks, and praise.
Indeed His love for us - His children - is eternal and unconditional,
That even if we are in nature imperfect,
In His eyes, we are nothing but absolute beauty.
For we are created in His own image, liking, and serenity.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Flowers to us
may teach to them,
How to find strength again.
From great distance,
And loss.
With tired fingers let us
reach for love,
Pray for hope.
To find a little piece of heaven,
Even in the dark.
Though the past may patronize us
it is hard to forget the scars we hold
and grow with,
To learn from overtime.
The troubling words of an unhealthy relationship,
Once hello,
Is now goodbye.
Still we fight another day,
Another day: until our journey here is done.
Let us come to imagine far greater things,
And enjoy happiness while we still can.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
four hours fighting tears
because here we patronize
and speak not to communicate
but to belittle and confuse
how can this be when connections
are smooth for days
and from day one?
is this the nature of retail?
but we facilitate thought
and knowledge through
booksales
I cannot read the preface to
Malinowski's brilliance
when we are slow?
coconuts, betelnuts and waves
I am on my way
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
THOSE WHO RULE
We shall keep the poor poor.
We shall be on them like
a master’s whip on the backs
of slaves; but they will not
know us: we are too far and
too near. We shall use the
patois of patriotism to patronize
them. We shall hide behind our
flags while we hold only one pole.
We shall have the poor fight our
wars for us, and die for us; and
before they die, they will **** for
us, we hope, enough. In peace,
we shall piecemeal them and serve
them meals made of toxins and tallow.
For their labor, we shall pay them
slave wages; and all that we give,
we shall take back, and more, by
monumental scandals that subside
like day’s sun at eventide. We shall
be clever, as ever, circumspect and
surreptitious at all times. We shall
keep them deluded with the verisimilitude
of hope, but undermine always its
being. We shall infuse their lives
with fear and hate, playing one
race against another, one religion
against a brother’s. Disaffection is
our key; but we must modulate our
efforts deftly, so the poor remain
frightened and angered, and always
blind and deaf and divided. And if,
perchance, one foments, we shall
seize the moment and drop his head
into his hands, even as he speaks.
This internecine brew we pour, there-
fore, into the poor to keep them drunk
with enmity and incapacitation. Ah,
eternal anticipation! Bottoms up,
old chaps! We, those who rule,
shall have them always in our laps.
We are, as it were, their salvation.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 1:00 PM UTC
Hammer
by Ryan P. Kinney
**Picks up Hammer
**Swings Hammer
This one’s for every woman who didn’t love me
And for every one that ever did
This one’s for every person who has ever doubted and underestimated me
For those who ever thought my life should be a mirror of their journey
‘Cause theirs worked out SO well for them
*SMASH
This one’s for my Father,
Mother,
Brothers
My brother’s keeper,
Sins of the Father,
And inheritance of Mother’s malice
This one’s for every time I’ve had to prove I’m the GOOD son
*SMASH
This one’s for the bigots,
Racists,
Hate-spewing monsters
For the ************* morons
This one’s for those who assume I’m gay
‘Cause that’s SUPPOSSED to matter
*SMASH
This one’s for those who have passed their petty judgments
Based on the surface of my face
Or my visible scars
Or my hidden ones
This one’s for those who have called me freak
For those who judge me on who I was
Not who I AM
*SMASH
This one’s for those who lack the ability to see in color and shades
Locked in their boring black and white senseless absolutes
There aren’t just gray areas
There are tints of every shade we a capable of perceiving
This one’s for the LITTLE people
*SMASH
This one’s for those who patronize my intelligence
But yet are so easily fooled into acceptance
With a pair of plastic black frames
This one’s for IRONY
*SMASH
This one’s for those who have let me down
Disappointed me, failed me
Failed to live to their potential
This one’s for EVERYONE
*SMASH
This one’s for me
For not living up to my own potential
This one’s for who I AM
*SMASH
And this one...
These tears...
**Drops Hammer
**Looks to the sky...
This one’s for my son
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
We shall keep the poor poor.
We shall be on them like
a master’s whip on the backs
of slaves; but they will not
know us: we are too far and
too near. We shall use the
patois of patriotism to patronize
them. We shall hide behind our
flags while we hold only one pole.
We shall have the poor fight our
wars for us, and die for us; and
before they die, they will **** for
us, we hope, enough. In peace,
we shall piecemeal them and serve
them meals made of toxins and tallow.
For their labor, we shall pay them
slave wages; and all that we give,
we shall take back, and more, by
monumental scandals that subside
like day’s sun at eventide. We shall
be clever, as ever, circumspect and
surreptitious at all times. We shall
keep them deluded with the verisimilitude
of hope, but undermine always its
being. We shall infuse their lives
with fear and hate, playing one
race against another, one religion
against a brother’s. Disaffection is
our key; but we must modulate our
efforts deftly, so the poor remain
frightened and angered, and always
blind and deaf and divided. And if,
perchance, one foments, we shall
seize the moment and drop his head
into his hands, even as he speaks.
This internecine brew we pour, there-
fore, into the poor to keep them drunk
with enmity and incapacitation. Ah,
eternal anticipation! Bottoms up,
old chaps! We, those who rule,
shall have them always in our laps.
We are, as it were, their salvation.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 4:56 PM UTC
Please do not patronize me when I've done it already
Because the two actions compound on one another like atomic bombs
And I can't take the force
Can't take the heat
I'm not the Hulk
And I'm melting slowly inside already
I'm Chernoble
Fill me up with concrete
Cover the mistake with the plain gray of overlooking
Because maybe if w don't look at the mistake
The huge ******* disaster that we figured would happen
The huge scar left, the hole we tried to close
"It'll never happen to us" we said
"It'll never happen to anyone we know" we said
Yet here we are, I'm in here and you're out there
Looking sad because the pain you feel through empathy
Is just the self projection your selfconscience made me into
The extension of yourself
You're sad because I am you
[Hypocrite.]
But that's okay, because that's society
We act as one trying to avoid being the one while claiming we are ONE searching for The One
We are all hypocrites living in the gray of overlooking
The gray matter where electroshocks go off telling us in binary that we are the superior mind
Nothing else will master us
"We are invincible" says the idiot
"We are magnificent" says the optimist
"We are human"
Because we are
We are all human
Though that word is over-used and tied to a defiant and apologetic connotation
Like an excuse we were born to give
Because society wears the coat that says "No Excuses"
But the pockets are filled with slips of paper saying things like:
"I'm just one person"
"I didn't know"
"It seemed good at the time"
We are all suckers about something once
So don't patronize me
Don't patronize my actions
When I give a streetlight a serenade
Kneeling like my leg was taken by a hand grenade
Gesturing out like a grand wedding proposal
Using all the arm length at my disposal
Don't patronize and judge
When my eyes don't budge
Maybe the cloud really is that interesting
The cloud in the gray of overlooking
That overlooks us all
That overlooks everything
Like a reverse oxygen mask
It never felt so good
To suffocate
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
I really don't like the idea of growing old.
Don't patronize me with the alternative.
You know squat about that.
There's the smell of bleach and ****
And the lingering odor of soiling
Up and down the corridor.
There's the swish of mops,
And night comes early.
You say you'll visit, but when? You're busy with life.
I won't be seen at gatherings,
Perhaps a visitation for old friends.
The world should spin counter-clockwise
Before expelling me in its daily gyration.
I want a giant to hold me again,
And tell me I'm a good boy for eating,
For crapping in the toilet.
Soon enough, but you don't dare say so aloud.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
look in my eyes
please don't mind me
i'm not unhappy
unaware of how the world works
i only patronize you sarcastically
please show me your skin i say
stop hiding behind silence
we will see a better day
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC
One by one
as the fall...
the sky starts getting closer.
The only optimistic route,
leads to another lonely adventure.
But I fight it anyway.
Freedom is the only stretch
that my hands can't fully grasp.
but karma will come around.
I'm miserable,
at this point,
but someday,
soon I hope
this will all be another turning point in history.
And the shadows
fill sky and clear the air.
When the lightning finally strikes,
the thunder rolls off in the distance..
The solitude in this stormy weather
wont be so traumatic in the end.
They can patronize me..
And then, when they think its over,
the rain will burst out
from the ***** cotton colored clouds
and I will proudly say,
I did it with love.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
Help me, I’m Icarus
I’m sinking, into the sea
Everyone knows what got me here,
My pride got the best of me
I’m in your tattoos,
your cautionary tales
Don’t patronize me like Moby,
the **** got swallowed up by a whale
Save me from drowning
It could be worth your while
Even though, as long as I live
My legend inevitably dies
Help me, I’m Icarus
Sinking into the sea
My pride may have gotten me here,
but I died from your apathy
May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
oh **** you sent me those chills again today
that one song knows how to bring it all back
and i knew exactly what to do
indulge, indulge, devour what i could
sweep up these teary eye diamonds
no questions---who am i kidding
a million questions all across the grid
it's magical, and i refuse to let it go
nothing is remotely relevant like you
i give you credit for breaking my heart
trashing it with euphoric bursts
your name, full of weight on my tongue
prestigious, if only to these uninvited thoughts
but i welcome them in, cordially and whole heartedly
maybe, since then, i was disposable after some time
**** i'm that kodak, thrown in the back of the drawer
i'll suffer with those oh so familiar montages of photos
treasure that innocent film we made
i'll always pause at your smile---
banged up, reminded of you
can't help the feeling of today
brutally graced into submission
we were imperfection held by conviction
that...that i still love
our relationship was dolled up for a date
held by hairspray, that'd unravel every night
colored by lipstick, that'd fade after one too many kisses
darkened by eyeliner, that'd turn the normal into mysterious
crafted by mascara, that'd run at the first sight of tears
tyrannize, patronize, calcify my broken heart...
don't hold back, instead, enable me---
enable me, and my broken heart
send me those chills every so often
i need to be reminded of you
i'm addicted to yesterday
and you underestimate the things that i will do
search for those benson and hedges
craddle that bitter coffee
moving closer towards the edge
suffer again and again
i'm hopeless
a hopeless romantic...
and i give you credit for breaking my heart.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 6:07 PM UTC
If my dignity
had a scent,
it would burn of...
sandalwood and honey.
Along with it
my kite line
integrity.
It would swirl
around my porous
relations.
Serving as a lead rope
to the
inner contempt
I banter with
on a
daily basis.
© NDHK
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC