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"polarization" poems
"Although many of us consider black to be a color, black is actually defined as the absence of color, hence, Darkness is a place which is the absence of the FATHER's Light." - Peter R Farley - Where Were You Before The Tree Of Life - The True History of The Darkness and The Light It is close to being headless, to be without a father and how and where do we investigate who or what the responsible force is?... It is simply a recurring method, divide and rule Here in the matrix you have black, brown, white and yellow races in some places not made famous you have orange and red and blue races So what is colour? The texture of light perhaps So then, what is black? Nothing, void. So then how does one refer to a whole race as nothing? it's really simple, where there is nothing there has to be something so the something is revered and valued as significant and what about the nothing? Well the nothing will be made to serve the something But was is not from the void that worlds were created? From thought, now thought an important factor for the nothing would be denigrated to such an extent as to not be able to think so from this comes an inferior race and a supercilious race Not to blame the supercilious race for it too was manipulated into having high esteem - so where are the parents? You find a black and a white wrestling unconcious of the fact that they could consciously be cousins In simple terms, if we are all Light then we stem from the same tree however with polarization or dualty find we lower degree and this state imprisons us to hate one another for one reason or the other And it is within memory that black and white races have been fighting for millenia With this, both races would boast a pride and a willingness to defend one's culture at all costs But then as children when do we grow and gather the gods in one room to hear their views and differences? When will we rise above demographics to save the human race? and beyond other races being exploited throughout the galaxies What would we learn if these members of Councils and Houses were gathered in one room? Would we learn that this universe is not perfect? But then what is perfection? Hyperthetically, an idea of supremacy and completeness which sets the standards that all things and people should conform to... That is, as far as the powers  define It is a responsibility to search within our hearts for what is true and eternal It is a choice we make to be continually affected by the sicknesses of society It is a voluntary action to uplift the houses that govern however sincere and well-meaning they may appear however promises are never kept and human beings taken for granted It is a soul's obligation to yearn for its liberty such that we too, as Ascended Masters, can graduate and become Renaissance Man.
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
Renaissance Man
"Although many of us consider black to be a color, black is actually defined as the absence of color, hence, Darkness is a place which is the absence of the FATHER's Light." - Peter R Farley - Where Were You Before The Tree Of Life - The True History of The Darkness and The Light It is close to being headless, to be without a father and how and where do we investigate who or what the responsible force is?... It is simply a recurring method, divide and rule Here in the matrix you have black, brown, white and yellow races in some places not made famous you have orange and red and blue races So what is colour? The texture of light perhaps So then, what is black? Nothing, void. So then how does one refer to a whole race as nothing? it's really simple, where there is nothing there has to be something so the something is revered and valued as significant and what about the nothing? Well the nothing will be made to serve the something But was is not from the void that worlds were created? From thought, now thought an important factor for the nothing would be denigrated to such an extent as to not be able to think so from this comes an inferior race and a supercilious race Not to blame the supercilious race for it too was manipulated into having high esteem - so where are the parents? You find a black and a white wrestling unconcious of the fact that they could consciously be cousins In simple terms, if we are all Light then we stem from the same tree however with polarization or dualty find we lower degree and this state imprisons us to hate one another for one reason or the other And it is within memory that black and white races have been fighting for millenia With this, both races would boast a pride and a willingness to defend one's culture at all costs But then as children when do we grow and gather the gods in one room to hear their views and differences? When will we rise above demographics to save the human race? and beyond other races being exploited throughout the galaxies What would we learn if these members of Councils and Houses were gathered in one room? Would we learn that this universe is not perfect? But then what is perfection? Hyperthetically, an idea of supremacy and completeness which sets the standards that all things and people should conform to... That is, as far as the powers  define It is a responsibility to search within our hearts for what is true and eternal It is a choice we make to be continually affected by the sicknesses of society It is a voluntary action to uplift the houses that govern however sincere and well-meaning they may appear however promises are never kept and human beings taken for granted It is a soul's obligation to yearn for its liberty such that we too, as Ascended Masters, can graduate and become Renaissance Man.
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Life imitates art... and electronics? Everything depends on the plus and the minus. The positive and the negative. Including heaven and hell. Don't get it wrong either. Being positive isn't saying "let it go, it will be fine" it is saying "no, it has to be this way"! It is thought to be cruel to tell someone they are doing something wrong. But is it cruel for a cop to harass someone who is cooking burgers outside? I don't really think so, but it is WRONG. You stand in that negativity protected by a union of black wires, Blue wires. I am the positive red wire that they try to call negative. I choose to be the white, neutral wire, but they say white power is wrong, and make it a race issue. I scream, "white power"! They say no, so I go back to being the red wire. They say that is wrong, but I still choose my own power. So, are you the red or the blue? We depend on each other, even with opposing polarity. You can't be red, white and blue...it is impossible. (electronics have a red and a black wire for positive and negative. It used to be a red and a blue wire...and a white wire that is represented by an N.)
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Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 10:46 PM UTC
Polarization of Ignorance
Cowards are screaming Yelling to the point of Loosing their identity A big massive fright An outside subjection To terror polarization hate Bring the wake-up calls Don't wait (c)near_lane7
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Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
Scream
She walks Such a lithe/! feline step all of hips and she knows not I am tempted so by the organic process of her When she looks into my eyes A Loadstone glow A flicker - spark   Now an inferno uncontained rages Between us a cloud of electricity Static Waiting SilentlyI dare glance into those eyes Let me The polarization so instant at our first touch They tell me she is not mine She belongs to another But her eyes
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
Feral
I see you see me through the seams and beams of time and space Long-Haired tall pale one I acknowledge your efforts to communicate with me telepathically Telling me about a world within a world that on this Earth there is a space which is a haven for light beings and truth seekers in this world threaded with beams and bolts where evil is spread like chewing gum where man is turned into sheep through dumbing *** I see you sitting on a cliff in a world stars and skies away from ours I heard you say that buildings would fall I heard you say that beings from under would stand out I see your hope for the human race and if the Divine still believes in us we have a place But this is a fight that must be fought with spirit Weapons are merely instruments to destroy figments of chaos the true instruments are in the heavenly basement where worlds were dreamed and it started with a band you see big bang the ****** void opening polarization with a band member rebelling and a universal game created and galaxies were governed councils were formed and there were uniforms hybrids created to mediate across the planes, planets colonized some beings unevolved and lost destroy, others preach the Law Of One Rise ******* or star dust an interaction of fusion far beyond our understanding it was music that began it all harps and all strings, the rainbow piano it started with a band and science calls it a bang but merely a ****** as worlds are created within the creation continuum and the greatest message from the long haired tall one: "Speak the truth, find your whole, defend the music for for your race it is home".
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Long-Haired Tall Pale Ones
I see you see me through the seams and beams of time and space Long-Haired tall pale one I acknowledge your efforts to communicate with me telepathically Telling me about a world within a world that on this Earth there is a space which is a haven for light beings and truth seekers in this world threaded with beams and bolts where evil is spread like chewing gum where man is turned into sheep through dumbing *** I see you sitting on a cliff in a world stars and skies away from ours I heard you say that buildings would fall I heard you say that beings from under would stand out I see your hope for the human race and if the Divine still believes in us we have a place But this is a fight that must be fought with spirit Weapons are merely instruments to destroy figments of chaos the true instruments are in the heavenly basement where worlds were dreamed and it started with a band you see big bang the ****** void opening polarization with a band member rebelling and a universal game created and galaxies were governed councils were formed and there were uniforms hybrids created to mediate across the planes, planets colonized some beings unevolved and lost destroy, others preach the Law Of One Rise ******* or star dust an interaction of fusion far beyond our understanding it was music that began it all harps and all strings, the rainbow piano it started with a band and science calls it a bang but merely a ****** as worlds are created within the creation continuum and the greatest message from the long haired tall one: "Speak the truth, find your whole, defend the music for for your race it is home".
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It might have been the old lasagna that reminded me I was happy - at last.
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC
Polarization.
It's OK to be WOKE. It's not right to be WRONG. Appropriate intersectionality! Occupy cis-gender privilege! Believe unbelievers! Wake the wokeness in women! Hands OFF my body politic! Celebrate maximized Matriarchy by radicalizing pronoun polarization. Revoke Whiteness by darking the brightness. Empower the margins for doodling instead of scribbling. It's about disembarking from Patriarchy's leaking ark It's about politicizing polyandry It's about re-peeling the orange to freeze the debt ceiling NO MORE free Cheetos: Truck Fump ! NO MORE empty sloganeering NO MORE mindless cheering Create your own unreality NOW ! Islam is right about women.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Clarion Calls
we were a double entendre. two different, too different. short lived, but wildly so. we smiled at things, even from polarization. we agreed on things, even from separate extremities. we laughed at the same jokes. and we found each other palpable. we didn't owe each other anything, and we couldn't satisfy each other. we were a brief ****** and a good one. we were a double entendre, and ambiguous. Enigmatic. crazy boy, i happily remember you.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
crazy boy.
My poetry blog, she keeps me warm Souls in unison, leaking in within the same polarization Blooming as they step out of the role of sheeple They feel all that's subjectively real Persevering through the heart and silly irrational fears I don't know what I am right now
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
hellopoetry
There are beautiful things that live in my house they tend to occupy the fractured crevices inside of my walls, adumbrating a kind of obscure phenomenon: shadowy luminescence they tend to sink into the spaces between the ceiling and the roof, immersed in chocolately darkness and dust, eating termites for supper they tend to isolate themselves in the acidic liquid of my kitchen sink, bathing in rotting rye and leftover cherry wine, finding peace in polarization, a prize in the priceless, a perfection in the pitfall There are beautiful things that live in my mind they tend to whisper to me because they know I can discriminate between their desperately voluminous silk and the vortex of thickening threads that cages my cognition in demonic demands There are lots and lots of beautiful things but beautiful things don’t ask for attention they tend to slink in the shadows.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Beautiful Things
i slipped into a wooden box encased with childhood trinkets and the smiles i once possessed. four walls, i circle around scraping the remaining abdication out of the corners. the light fights the cold so i don't have to and i'm still here, exerting the force stolen from me. what do i do when you're not here? the pleasure of absence is so refreshing. it's like i'm feeding off that piece of rejection that you'd snorted. i am hurting; my limbs can't push down these walls. a constant polarization tainted with darkness clouds the sky and the wooden splinter and i am still here. I am still here. right now isn't the time for love or for dutiful thought. i just wanted to mean more than i meant to you.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
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s p i n n i n g away the days we've been caught once before in sheltered caves catching shattered waves by the dozen like it was a passing fad, a nomadic habit, a sporadic memory that will never be searched for again: "you have the voice of a thousand eyes & I've been cursed w/ the eyes of a thousand voices.." our mirrors keep on finding ways for us to self-criticize, but we're all enemies here anyway so it doesn't even matter who said what about who when & where (life IS a fast lane..)
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
(self)Polarization
Inspiration doesn't like to be chased, It likes to come at its own pace. You'd run and run hoping the tunnel would end, Too bad the light and dark can not be friends. Oh but they can! When you close your eyes, That strike of thought that lights up your mind. The ghosted words tripping in your darkness, Till they fall and incorporate some light in the abyss, ... they can be friends. Just like the positive and the negative attract, They agree to disagree, they've made a pact, They run parallel just in different tracks. And sometimes both become allies, In concentric circles meant to hypnotize. But one will never be the other till the end of days, Try to mix black and white you'll only get grey. The world would wilt and all the rivers would dry, One can't live if they other has died. Though their intentions are oceans apart, They tend to follow each other in that regard.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
Polarization
Appalled by the execution Of the implied devaluation Bringing down the hopeless rage Upon all those tainted by implication I stand in visible observation With no shield or aberration To lay blame for my inclination To find fault in your need for polarization No left or right or up down Flows in natural light through my being I am extant in my word and deed So blame yourself if you fail...in seeing That in the most unimagined Set of convoluted circumstances I am simply your own reflection...uninspired By your lack of need ..to learn by taking chances But even i will not follow you.... into The depths of your morbidity If you seek to drag along those poor lost sheep Into your hatred and fearmongering obscenity I stand ... For all...those ... who you knock down!
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
I Am Extant!
*thought by many as a pejorative a name of illness.. might we inquire of a benefit hiding.. pointing to a split a duality we are bombarded with duality's insistence of independent truth.. might a question arrive sooner or later on sole right to represent our Truth...?*
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
polarization
Crimson clear, drawing a flower viscous. Dreamt and unkempt rallying with the day, hollows gaurded by infinity whispering to you, nigh and high swatting about with newspaper rolled, passing with everything thing else i know or knew. Never really matter, never even happen the way we thought anyway. Wisdom draws the curtain back, locks up the answers the doors turns back and leaves you to your own device. Magnetic polarization and happiness take sides seriously, and we just keep going along with it all...
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
abc i live in me
It's funny how after a drink or few, we can talk about everything, from the polarization of political parties, to love, life and the pursuit of happiness. While the next day all we can think, is how to get rid of this ******* headache.
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
After a drink
Pouring cream into coffee Pacific white swirls melt into Placid steady dark brown Pivotally changing to something new Placed to balance Polarization conjoined bitterness to sweetness and cold to hot Propagated our warm delight Portions now inseparable; never going back Picture Perfect
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Coffee
It's been two years and I still don't feel comfortable sleeping in other beds. Our perfect polarization made me an ice cube, and now I'm frozen in place. I dont regret anything... I think we're better apart, but am not sure I can be better again, or as good as we were... Anyways. Everything is downhill. I can't climb up. My skin is tight and red, and my back hurts. My outlook is pragmatic. I rarely run and jump and skip. Even though I listen to love songs on repeat, it just doesn't happen. How was I able to love you like lyrics? I don't remember the expressions or the kisses. It hurts to look back at the obscure, the abstract. Everything is cloudy; I can't see past you anymore. I'd go back one time, if I could but, I'd still be going forward. I don't really think about you often, but I can't think about anyone else. I'm a silent movie with no captions. My duplicious gaze full of passion, and yearning - It's fake. It's all a game, half the time I forget I'm playing. All I do is **** people over, then leave. When they tell me they love me, I smile and nod affirmatively, while thinking of how it will end. Sounds sociopathic. I don't know what to do about it. My heart is dead. I didn't give it away - it just died.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
Limbo
STRANGERS IN THE RAIN Suddenly bright blue to gray quite stark, flash of light LOUD thunder no time to wonder Neither asks, Smile's unseen hidden by mandatory masks, kindness shows in each other's eyes Birds fold wings seek cover under eaves, flown alone quickly form a flock with great power Neither was lost now they're found, temporarily dry but flooded with emotion, future friends or something to romanticize When it rains it pours old sayings for bores, they block all sound as new raw emotions are found, revealed to a few who are open and not grown sour Showers have mystic powers, hidden serenity inaccessible for eternity, Short distance brought together in an instant, suddenly swooned or left to fantasize Unknown feelings, future forecast for what can grow, best buddies or fledgling romance builds from a single amicable encounter Friendly faces leave beautiful traces with unforgotten flashbacks of a bond quickly found seeking dry ground, discovering each other comes to them as a nice surprise Selfless acts of virtue flow naturally from one absorbed by another ,his blindness accepted as kindness, sweet futures unfolding guided by the light from her new found tower Finding friendship instant kinship beneath a handheld canopy, the portable protection allows a little time for polarization, will their bonding be natures prize Strangers in the rain became friends under the umbrella, chivalry becomes Silvery reflections on a window pane, were in a hurry now can't wait for their next encounter Common need excludes greed, sudden break in their day now wanting it to stay, Strength of two could be me and you, will it be wrong if the sound from rain drops becomes their verse No time for poses or wine and roses, was this wrong or another life mystery hiding her new Prince in disguise. R.C.
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
Strangers In The Rain
STRANGERS IN THE RAIN Suddenly bright blue to gray quite stark, flash of light LOUD thunder no time to wonder Neither asks, Smile's unseen hidden by mandatory masks, kindness shows in each other's eyes Birds fold wings seek cover under eaves, flown alone quickly form a flock with great power Neither was lost now they're found, temporarily dry but flooded with emotion, future friends or something to romanticize When it rains it pours old sayings for bores, they block all sound as new raw emotions are found, revealed to a few who are open and not grown sour Showers have mystic powers, hidden serenity inaccessible for eternity, Short distance brought together in an instant, suddenly swooned or left to fantasize Unknown feelings, future forecast for what can grow, best buddies or fledgling romance builds from a single amicable encounter Friendly faces leave beautiful traces with unforgotten flashbacks of a bond quickly found seeking dry ground, discovering each other comes to them as a nice surprise Selfless acts of virtue flow naturally from one absorbed by another ,his blindness accepted as kindness, sweet futures unfolding guided by the light from her new found tower Finding friendship instant kinship beneath a handheld canopy, the portable protection allows a little time for polarization, will their bonding be natures prize Strangers in the rain became friends under the umbrella, chivalry becomes Silvery reflections on a window pane, were in a hurry now can't wait for their next encounter Common need excludes greed, sudden break in their day now wanting it to stay, Strength of two could be me and you, will it be wrong if the sound from rain drops becomes their verse No time for poses or wine and roses, was this wrong or another life mystery hiding her new Prince in disguise. R.C.
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when a cashier breaks ranks, and she exposes all the customer is always right ******** when you bid her goodnight and she turns, all fear and loathing in las vegas face of forced politeness - a face that looks more like a hallucination than expressing the calm of repeating the endless android-like no-problems boss: the customer is always right... it's like on this Ford-style conveyor belt, being assembled for nothing other than a death... bought the Bacardi *** and the Japanese beer.. stumbled... some kinds of ciders make you peckish, but this wasn't the 8.2% cider... went back and looked for a tube of Pringles (salt & vinegar)... walk home eating about 3/4 of the tube... just thinking about the face i just saw... 10 minutes from closing time... and what happens when you undermine the impersonal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... and groove into the personal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... elsewhere it's the obvious polarization, the: high-ground, the middle-ground... and then the trenches of arguments... plus... i haven't eaten crisps in a long time... that's what a seasonal-based diet does to you... strawberries? in December?! what?! apples in the middle of summer?! what?! well... i almost forgot how decent pitchshifter's album deviant was... back in the day... rumors of being banned and what not... well... whatever happened with that band... sure as **** happened... maybe the whole Queenie Liz the II and Johnnie Papa Paul the II cover did it back then... culturally speaking... back in the *** Pistols decade? you could get away with anything, things were stagnant or at least plateau on the Norman side of events.
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
when a cashier breaks ranks
when a cashier breaks ranks, and she exposes all the customer is always right ******** when you bid her goodnight and she turns, all fear and loathing in las vegas face of forced politeness - a face that looks more like a hallucination than expressing the calm of repeating the endless android-like no-problems boss: the customer is always right... it's like on this Ford-style conveyor belt, being assembled for nothing other than a death... bought the Bacardi *** and the Japanese beer.. stumbled... some kinds of ciders make you peckish, but this wasn't the 8.2% cider... went back and looked for a tube of Pringles (salt & vinegar)... walk home eating about 3/4 of the tube... just thinking about the face i just saw... 10 minutes from closing time... and what happens when you undermine the impersonal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... and groove into the personal relation between a supermarket cashier and the shopper... elsewhere it's the obvious polarization, the: high-ground, the middle-ground... and then the trenches of arguments... plus... i haven't eaten crisps in a long time... that's what a seasonal-based diet does to you... strawberries? in December?! what?! apples in the middle of summer?! what?! well... i almost forgot how decent pitchshifter's album deviant was... back in the day... rumors of being banned and what not... well... whatever happened with that band... sure as **** happened... maybe the whole Queenie Liz the II and Johnnie Papa Paul the II cover did it back then... culturally speaking... back in the *** Pistols decade? you could get away with anything, things were stagnant or at least plateau on the Norman side of events.
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Since the US war-machine needs my taxes to bomb poor people who live far away, Since few people in my overweight low-info uncivilization know or care about that, Since plebeian culture has permeated and is now acceptable throughout society, Since I have no influence or control over these factors to change the outcomes, Since God is sovereignly ruling and reigning over all aspects of everything, Since our leaders do not care about the stability or well-being of the masses, Since polarization intensifies every day as we become a decadent empire, Since poetry is the epitome of uselessness and art is reduced to commodity, Since pharmaceutical corporations want to keep people drugged and passive— Therefore, I will cease to worry about outcomes that are beyond my ability to change, and I will pay my taxes, for the time being . . .
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May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
Taxed and Spent
The weight of the ideology flattens your upheaved chest. You speak, what you did not want to say. A fake hunger and pseudo-demands, put you on the pathless clouds. How would you now fly towards the sun? The polarization was deliberate, to usurp the authority. Blue jays have refused to join gangs. A faded document tells about your missteps. A bunch of eunuchs have come to guard the palace. Black versus black will not brighten the screen. One third of generation had the criminal record.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Never Wanting
give me the ******* battle-flag and let me pledge allegiance. let the boys cry, let the girls sing, let the old-folk mumble and groan, but give me your trials, your tribulations, and let us go to war. we are losing to an enemy with no god, no hell, no entropy but the one we-- make and the world will end in fifty years if we don't do something; collapse under the weight of its student loans, its political polarization, its religious animosity and identity politics, its carbon emissions slowly melting the ice cap. **** your pity, **** your intellectual debate, and pick up the life-water in your hands and help the thirsty. people die while you pretend they don't exist. give the ******* battle-flag, bitter neighbor, i'm pledging to not ******* it up like your generation did.
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
war of polarization