"segregating" poems
Adjacent heart,
Segregating the mind.
Differing opinions.
An argument,
On line.
Segregation of the mind and heart,
Different from the soul.
All do battle,
To decide your fate.
In this world.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
MAMA DON’T ALLOW
Mama don’t allow no carpetbaggers ‘round here
Mama don’t allow no carpetbaggers ‘round here
We care a lot what Mama will allow
Carpetbaggers ain’t no good no how.
Mama don’t allow no carpetbaggers ‘round here.
Mama don’t allow no gerrymandering here
Mama don’t allow no gerrymandering here
We give a hoot what Mama will allow
Leave districts right where they are right now.
Mama don’t allow no gerrymandering here.
Mama don’t allow no poll taxing ‘round here.
Mama don’t allow no poll taxing ‘round here.
We don’t need Jim Crow no more
We know just what that is for
Mama don’t allow no poll taxing ‘round here.
Mama don’t allow no warmongering here
Mama don’t allow no warmongering here
We care a lot what Mama will allow
We’ve had too much war, don’t start no row.
Mama don’t allow no warmongering here.
Mama don’t allow no segregating ‘round here.
Mama don’t allow no segregating ‘round here.
Mama says we all take a breath
We all got born and all face death
Mama don’t allow no segregating ‘round here.
Brent Kincaid
5/15/2015
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Did you ever consider segregating,
The good ones from the ********
The devils and gods,
With trending honorables,
Or symbolic presses,
Call it lame meetings,
Random trending would be my guess,
I'm ******* crazy,
In reality I need a physical test,
Fail it then then turn it in,
Then tell every in class their all ******* pests,
Like I said I don't need your pity,
Nor your sympathy,
It was the end of me,
But also the beginning of the new me,
I will never rest,
I just need some time to think,
While this blows over,
Being hated by many,
But no luck with clovers,
Violent black kid in America,
Do I sound like a good person,
Mistake me for a fool,
Leave you with one of my curses,
So strum away lady,
Cause I'm not listening,
I'd rather be frozen in block of ice,
Then be trending.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
I grew up knowing to accept hate
It was a childhood version of how to segregate
Children were never kind to me through the years
Forming more hate that built up and filled with fears
I was lucky compared to most kids though
I never had a true taste of hate I had yet to know
In the past kids were segregated for their race
It was as if this entire world bashed them for taking up some space
The entire nation was once split in two
Brother after brother is something we all knew
The north and south each all fighting for something not alike
But that only made the hope of happiness winning to begin to spike
A great man stood in the great battle field between us all
Un-segregating those who needed it afterall
He was shot dead fighting for what he wanted
Some people really didn't know his hopes and they felt daunted
Today we fight another battlefield of pain
Thought must of this fighting is in vain
A man took the lives of many Americans twelve years ago
Destroyed the very being of America that we used to know
When the depression ran throught the nation
We still had to deal with all of the segregation
It ran through all of us as people living in peace
Chopping us up as humans without need piece by piece
Another war is in sight though we choose not to see it
A fatal blow to many of us as if we got hardly hit
Seperation throught the nation through segregation in our own eye
Whether we be gay, straight, trans, or even bi
We're all still people and still human
If only we truly knew about it then
I grew up in a world free of most types of hate
But we all knew we all live in a world who chooses to segregate
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
We say that times have changed
Yet the issues in the news
Remain the same
Three Muslims shot
Over a "parking dispute"
Yet the media news
Can't get to the root
Of the hateful crime
Committed by a brute
Too busy reviewing
Fifty Shades of Grey
While unjust crimes
Are carried out everyday
And why do we let ISIS
Receive so much fame?
And why is it that every
Muslim is to blame?
Associating a belief
With violence and terror
But it is among us
Where you'll find the true error
Using religious excuses
To **** off God's creations
Manufactured missiles
Sweeping entire nations
Thousands dead
With nothing left to gain
And those who survive
Are left with terminal pain
Seeing tears in the eyes of a mother
Her son buried deep
By the prejudice of another
How far will we go
Until we see the wrongdoings?
Cuz once a life is gone...
There is no undoing
Segregating humans
By religion, *** and race
My beliefs may be different
But I am no disgrace
We classify ourselves
With things like melanin
As if our destiny
Is determined by our skin
Ignorance causing our vision to be impaired
Can't accept the unusual
Cuz we're too scared
Too scared of the truth
So we hide behind lies
Too scared of being left out
So we wear a disguise
Morphing ourselves
Into what is accepted
Turning into clones
Fear of being rejected
But it's time to wake up
Time to accept
The difference in our land
Time to end
The suffrage that is at hand
Time to unite ourselves as one
Time to put down the weapons
And put away your gun
So join me now
To spread the love
And to silence the hate
Our world may not be perfect
But it's never too late.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
There is red in the forefront of my family crest, I was told
that meant outsiders were not taken lightly. We would pour tar
over castle walls and then many years later down our lungs.
One technique would take longer to die.
Riding a steam engine with a harmonica attached at my chest to make tips
I double-tasked with a guitar while tar burned
on the vestibule. Keeping those who didn’t like the smell out.
The engine burned killing pixie-dust flecks and turning them into cinders.
To Duluth and back
each mouth mimicked.
We used to abide by segregating those who enjoyed torture
and those who didn’t.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
The friendly of the friendly people might not change.
Except, this world is changing in ways that might not be for the better.
We are segregating ourselves.
From the way we shop.
Where once you venture out to perform that service.
Now, many are on social sites ordering stuff.
Losing insight of greeting one another.
Back in the day , it was created by law and unwritten rules.
Some, of which fools still conform too.
Home schooling, is catching on in some corners.
And many offer logic and irrational to , why they are doing it?
But if your child doesn't have people's skills.
Then lord help them when they have to use them.
We have people of all races that stay to their own.
But in the real world of living.
This isn't a community at all.
There's no slots in heaven for assign races.
God didn't create anyone better than the others.
In his vision, we all are sisters and brothers.
Even, if we the human are segregating ourselves.
Think about these words when you're saying your prayers.
To get along, we must agree to be of one accord.
Many churches do our harm.
Which certain denominations think they are the appointed one to Christ.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
i was in the womb when
the chernobyll calamity happened
in 1986...
people still speak of seeing
radioactivity rainbows
in the trees: segregating streaks
where 10 metres of trees
were green and 10 metres of
trees were brown...
much of my ailments i blame
on the chernobyll calamity,
with neurotic scandinavians
spotting the radioactivity
while some of us were tattooed
with symptoms
by this great tattoo artist;
yes, chernobyll was far away from
where i was born,
but we're talking about atom among
atoms in the wind - distance doesn't
really matter when atoms are involved,
not all hurricanes are visible,
the atomic fabric is too fragile to be
as easily isolated as a tornado for the eyes
to see - remember what i told you:
10 metres of green trees, 10 metres of
brown trees, Vivaldi was turning
in his grave; the seasons are all but
forgotten, spring blossom on trees
throughout winter, and daffodils
and other flowers perpetuating colour -
and because they're around throughout
the year, they're not that beautiful
when the right temperature feeds the pores of skin
to turn ivory tinge into copper hue
(yes, anti-classical poetic technique
requires the use of tautology - it's
the new form of rhyming - tautology
is required now, not rhyme immediate e.g.
tinge & hue... that's an e.g. of tautological
rhyming - or like baby pink & pastel red,
chestnut & cinnabar, dark sienna & seal brown).
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Oh, but please spare my head of necessities
of the complexities
that are but trivial and non-existential
to the pursuit of living and thriving,
not in a pool of segregating ridden paper,
but in a bath of mentation and minds wide open.
And please bite your tongue,
when the lick of a serpent dances across your taste buds,
when you wish to deprive me that of a young mind
and youthful stride.
I do not wish to be at one with your negativity,
I wish to flee and sprint from your gloomy, pessimistic stint.
Rather, I invite you to join me in the pursuit of creativity,
to strive to leave your imprint,
of sheer, requited positivity.
But if you will,
without a plee,
I wish to help you swing with me
on practiced words and the fleet from stability,
I wish to take you on a stroll,
through and into the soul,
of nothing less than a dreamer,
of a hoper,
of someone so desperately fleeing
from the necessities of the complexities.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
i found two things bewildering,
alzheimer's attacks the pronoun
category, and other forms of it too,
but modern psychiatry
having abolished asylums for
a humane revision of its practice
has become a branch of medicine
that over-prescribes nouns,
and by such over-prescription
invents noun jargon,
it cut open an ancient greek word,
used the prefix (overly) and added a suffix (sufficiently)
to make no sense whatsoever,
it prescribes neonouns like it prescribes
pills that don't work... or if working
then in a negative way... anti-psychotics
can make you **** yourself in your bed
when sleeping, i've been drinking for some
time, and my bladder is arnold schwarzenegger,
when i used to be on anti-psychotics for
no adequate reason (living in a post-colonial
society does that to you, you can come from
lithuania or poland and be treated like a
would-be coloniser to extract the fastest
sprinters for a new country, without the "doctors"
treating you adequately),
so as i said: alzheimer's attacks the pronouns,
the iron core of the earth that's an individual
thus dislodging all the adequate orientations
of categorisations of words... like psychiatry
abuses the noun category: schizoid, schizo-affective,
plain dumb schizophrenic... bi-polar, uni-polar,
plain dumb depressed... psychiatry has long
established a monopoly on nouns...
i just use their terminology to excavate a new
grammatical categorisation of words,
from poetry, among nouns adjectives pronouns
and conjunctions... you'll find psychiatry nicely suited
and booted as a word categorisation: metaphor:
all psychiatric diagnostics should be categorised as
metaphorical... 'cos they name it... but have no idea
as to how to behave behind it: it's not like they
say cancer and you're expected to die...
you're expected to live in their terminology
of treating you for a ******* pay-cheque:
you won't even commit a crime, but they'll
treat you like a criminal... so long suckers...
i mean western europeans, i rather live in (as the
americans say) i-raq... and shoot a bunch of you
protected by what i see as the final solution
you thought was once church v. state...
how about segregating democracy (the church)
from bureaucracy (the state)... but of course
the two are mutually dependent.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
it's not plagiarism,
rather, a collectivist
coincidence -
i can't believe people
in the former days would
reduce themselves
to plagiarism -
they'd sooner die than
relieve themselves
of an original idea -
working with a mythology -
how could such
differentiated people
achieve copernican
globalist relativistic /
globalist impetus,
and yet, somehow succumb
to an ethnocentric -
genesis of unoriginality...
yes, unfathomable,
the concept of polyphony,
synchronicity inter-people...
plagiarism is a modern
phenomenon,
it doesn't exists in
collectivism of inter-ethnic
conundrums of
segregating categorization...
just like evolution is god's
take on the thrill of gambling...
an original idea...
allowing an in group focus...
it could never be a plagiarism -
the segregating process of
techno. advancement...
toward a...
less cultural appropriation...
and more?
cultural loaning...
"plagiarism"...
perhaps i should "read" into
solving crossword puzzles...
now plagiarism is easy...
any son of sam
is not an arsonist...
but as my continued fascination
continues with
andrei chikatilo...
and batman, the dark knight rises
scene on the plane:
why would you shoot a man,
before taking him into a prison cell?!
ah... christine chubbuck...
this fascination... will not, die...
such a solemn,
vernacular death...
worthy of a Vatican pawn-ship
of preceding the scourge of death.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
The sun would always come out a little after
the mind massacre
- follow the monsters-
i fancy lying on the
hard floor
because it is the only place
where the train of vertebrates in
my spine
can set in its rails.
i am a void
bleeding out oxidised civilisation
-holes in my head-
in a world where colours
are just fabricated memoirs
of porcelain filmstrips.
i fear that i am becoming anorexic:
my brain is splattered onto
a tiny plate
-emaciated-
where i maliciously
pick out the
soft and pretty
bits.
My tongue is cancerous,
segregating words into
Pinks' and greys'.
my heart has malformed into
an ugly blister
-swollen-
milking saps
of dismal yesterdays.
i'm swimming
alone
in an acid bath
of bleach and ice.
can't find the light
-the light-
beneath the glass
-the night-
of the
-decaying-
chandelier.
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 10:14 AM UTC
*Thought of Spring cleaning tonight
took out everything which was
closed in my closet..
started segregating into
necessary, unnecessary
and for later use again..
And all these seemed
too much of work..
as with every piece of thing,
I had my emotions attached!
But suddenly a thought arose..
why not all seasons cleaning
for a mind?*
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
The bitter despair of the world,
its entirety,
profanes and shrieks
louder than banshee
or immense Tourette
for release.
and no, it isn't fair
that one should carry
alltheweight
but itisso.
static and frigid
perpetual panging echoes
and so the sooty waterfalls
erode Grand canyons
from the sandstone, the ugly grittiness
of my poisoned empty essence.
too charming,
rhyme and rhythm
slither greasily and gassily,
segregating.
bourgeois and homeless verse
never Touch.
and so even my Own words war
and hack more than cult horror films
that flicker on the moldy bleeding brick
of narrow sweating alleys
that have seen
rapeandmurderandfearandlustandgreed
and muchworse.
but it is all of my kind; the residence of my mind
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:51 PM UTC
It is hard to tell sugar and salt mixture apart by merely glancing or touching. I wish I could master the art of segregating them without any arduous chemical process.
According to wikiHow, one may assess the grain sizes of salt and sugar. But they too, acknowledge that table salt and granulated sugar do look very similar; the differences in these 2 is minute.
Option 2: Acquire a sieve sized in between the 2 grain sizes so as to let the salt through. However, this method is clearly not fool proof since not all salt and sugar grain is of the same size. A salt granule could mask itself.
The best way to separate salt and sugar is by adding absolute alcohol to the mixture as only the sugar will dissolve, salt is insoluble in alcohol. Then after, proceed to evaporate or boil off the sugar and alcohol solution and you will be left with salt.
Much like in life, it requires more than looking or tactility to tell between genuine and the pseudo. It takes time, takes processes and occurrences. I once more wish I could distinguish them easily.
Then again, as much as I am grateful for the sugars in my life, excessive amount of sugar isn't all that good for the health. Salt heightens the sweetness of sugar; it teaches me to appreciate sugar better. More importantly, salt, to a moderate amount, does good to the body too.
As such, I am grateful for both the sugar and salt in my life. Sugar provides a sense of joy, while salt is vital for personal growth.
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 3:35 AM UTC
She continued to walk on
Towards the light that resonated with hers;
Unrecognised by the world,
A pleasant titter of confidence radiated off her.
As she approached the source of light,
A small light only perceptible
Because of the dominant darkness,
The darkness of shattered hearts and faiths;
There, she realized that there stood a wall,
The wall of life as it was known,
The wall which divided the achievers from the rest
A faintly painted, thinly segregating wall;
She didn't know,
But she followed a unique way,
A brilliant mind with a million world changing thoughts
Ready to project all her thoughts on this wall of life,
A wall too small to accommodate all her thoughts
Thus painting the wall vibrantly with her thoughts,
Making the light around
A dominant sight,
Dominant enough to lift her up
And flung her over to the achievers' side
Now she stood bold,
Recognized by the world
A predominantly large and hurdled world.
Yet with that radiating confidence,
She moved ahead,
Leaping forward with no more feelings of doubt or distress,
But only to motivate her fellow populace,
The ones still on the other side,
To follow their own lights,
And not to be lead astray.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Sifting through strands of broken time
Segregating parts of the human mind
Underwater where the silence is immense
Inside the sun where the heat is intense
All experiences which come and go
Deteriorate to even the flow
Before all we know
Dissolves like snow
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
on the windowsill of my bus
a mayfly sits, her tails forming a V
she twitches, spontaneous,
watching the trees blow by
her relentless endeavours
to pierce through the glass
the barrier segregating her
from the world outside
to stay means certain death
and yet, she watches
the rolling film through
the lens of a bus window
and as the credits roll
she twitches.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
time will spare but the love and fond we share
is slowly segregating,
slowly ripping,
slowly disappearing off the face of earth
As much as it hurts words
murdered us the most
lies, deceits was common,
but all trust was lost
but both of us were at fault
Lets shed our tears
the more the better
tear after tear represents
drop of love that was put into our heart
but it's now draining
_Camree_
Nov 22, 2009
Nov 22, 2009 at 6:01 PM UTC
the ironic israeli
bombing their ghettoes daily
destroying homes
building walls and fences
segregating
using methods
learnt in bitter lessons
is degrading
but where all pain is forgotten
behaviours are ingrained
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
hours of isolation in quiet company,
though, they never seem to appear
as much to your eyes
as they have to mine.
the humming of the television,
dully lulling the visions in the mind
into the shapes
they're made for;
searching synapses and relapses
for just another answer to the mystery
to what's going on,
here in my dreams.
the company stays after i've left,
as they find it comfortable there,
stuck; subconsciously
segregating themselves.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Wrap your arms about me,
as we ride across this desolate land.
Pull me close and never let me go.
Place your gentle hands in the chinks of my armor,
to stifle the torrent of pain,
flowing from the wounds I bear inside.
Feel the quake of life against your palms
as your precious heart trembles against my back.
Restlessly I roamed in search of you,
thinking to rescue you from perils I imagined all around.
I sought to prove myself by being your salvation.
As if I would slay the ferocious dragon that was holding you captive,
and sweep you off of your feet, to gallop into the falling sun.
What I found instead, as I rode beneath the barren sky,
with naught but the bloodless moon for company,
was the dragon coiled within my cage of ribs,
burning a hole through my chest,
melting my core,
consuming me with a flaming tongue that I was too numb to feel.
Although the adversity I carried, was the only real foe,
frailty would not allow me,
to fell this loathsome beat within.
Swaddled in my illusions,
just a wretched fool, not worthy even of pity,
jousting at windmills in my dreams.
Somewhere along my demented journey,
you glimpsed this madman,
fighting through his world of fantasy,
swinging his sword at the demons of his own creation.
To laugh at such a jester, would have been your due,
but instead of derision you bestowed compassion,
and mercy in the place of mirth.
Reaching through the shroud of lunacy,
segregating me from truth,
you plucked the devil from my breast,
and replaced it with the soul I did not know I lacked.
Now I understand that it was not you in need of succor,
for I was the one who was lost.
Unable to perceive you through the fog of my mind.
But you were always out there, waiting patiently,
for me to let you find me,
and deliver me from myself.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
The day was great in the state,
Hurry to your job, dont be late
The Sun was shining
The roses were red
Walls of happiness
Do this, not that, stand up, lie flat
The orders were clear, for every guy
Everything was fine, then one asked why?
Piercing sound, thumping sound
And the Sun was shining, on hopeless faces
The roses were red, from blood
Walls of happiness, segregating classes and races
The state is your new God
And on the corpses of others, that asked why
There he lies, that’s the guy
No need to cry, no need to mourn
His bones build the foundations-
of a New Society Reborn
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 5:19 AM UTC
Sadness has always been a legacy of the past, but isn't that because we dwell on it too much?
Over trivial matters, our minds will become restless, we'll lose sleep - only to find ourselves in a worse case than what we were in before. We rewind those fragments of conversations and utter them, singling out every little detail, recalling our emotions and feelings, recreating that scene once more...over a million times we'll try but that's never how the real conversation will go, is it? It will be an example of your yet to come worst case scenario. Anticipation will sink in and you'll find yourself contorted with a dilemma, segregating your brain from your heart. This is where the logic doesn't kick in. For the brain knows what's best, yet the heart knows how it will content you. In the end, whatever twisted decision you have to make, you have to live with it. For regrets are simply the pains of the memory. It's intriguing how certain memories have the ability to control your emotions, your life today as you know it. They force you to feel sadness, worthlessness, hatred, resentment, anger - yet can be thwarted to make you feel content, proud, happy, special and can lift your mood in an instant. See, that's why these 'memories' make us smile in the middle of troubled times to provide us with hope that everything happens for a reason. Which it does, which is why dwelling on the past isn't giving us the ability to face our tomorrow, it's merely steering us away from it. For instance, if you tell a joke, people will laugh; as you continue telling this joke again and again, few people will continue to laugh, until everyone stops. If we can't laugh at the same thing over and over again, why do we spend our nights crying over the same things over and over again? Leave behind the dwellings and live life with no regrets. ✌
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
it really is an actual word, it's translatable as something
between nudist, and a man walking with his
torso showing...
there's a lot of idiosyncrasy involved -
etymology serves thus:
nagi - which has a male pronoun
differentiation -
the female counterpart?
naga.
Nagasaki?
toot p'ah... a french
variation into making a frown: hą hą hą.....
że sł'i!
so... the word of vector imbeciles...
nygus....
there's real geopolitik involved....
real places, real people... isolated people...
which probably experienced the wrath of
the wehrmacht and the soviets....
real people, real places...
hence the idiosyncrasy....
linguistics aside,
much more fun than talking about chimps,
in all earnest honesty...
chimps? chimps?!
only fools and broken branches?
by now i'm starting to think:
(i'm drunk, so) :
what the **** are you on about?!
i sense no use of l.s.d. - so... what the ****
i don't get them, those bewildered westerners...
they didn't see the second coming in 1945
with the unearthing of the nag hammadi library?
o right... the word in question: nygus...
nygus -
**** knows where that came from...
probably siberia, but even that is uncertain...
it could actually mean a half clad man...
a man exposing his torso....
nygus.... nagi...
(male)....
naga
(female)...
it's actually quiet fun watching western civilisation rot
in the linguistic hell-hole it's at...
i.e. how pronouns don't translate
or simply aren't incorporated into other
grammatical categorisations...
so... as a pole, if i had to resurrect myself,
would i place the genesis at auschwitz...
or at marienburg?
never mind the question, the word nygus still bothers
me... it's specific to a geopolitical locality,
it is locality, per se....
it has no basic meaning in
the location i now occupy...
and it has no direct confrontation
with being applied for a desirable purpose...
what i'm seeing in discussion these days
is akin to the seperation of church from state...
but on a more abstract canvas:
subject from object... which really is covert
for attaché:
and that's what it will always be, should the feat be
given a historical allowance of a century's worth of dispute.
it was clear in the first place:
church and state...
|
the vatican as a church-state;
but those are "real" bodies, in that they are
diplomatic, and therefore bureaucratic...
this next divorce? i.e. the subject from the object?
my intestines have no knowledge of my brain,
and my brain has no knowledge of my pancreas...
i do think the state segregating itself from
the church was a decent checkmate....
but enforcing this objective positivism...
i.e. ****** subjectivity?
the divorce is going to be as violent
as that in the historical framework of
the seperation of church from state;
although "less" violent,
in that: more suicidal among the young.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC