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There once was a black man... Old at heart, he fought verbally and accordingly with bold words, which abbreviated and arbitrated great art! He spoke of activism. Not just racial, and economic racism. He fought against demonic injustices for you, yes, made me see. He stood for principles of non-violence. Acknowledged corrupt government mileage, European knowledge and college. A philosopher, teacher and preacher as well as a civil rights leader. When he spoke his words of fire indeed chiseled and inspired. Causing some to conspire and also perspire! Born January 15th 1929 in Atlanta, Georgia. Named in honor of the German protestant Martin Luther. Bachelor of Arts degree in sociology. Making a mark in doctoral studies, systematic theology. June 5th 1955 This King married Corretta Scott in Heiberger, Alabama for many to see. Proceeding with four children: Yolanda, Martin Luther the 3rd to be! Dexter Scott and Bernice to increase the peace. Despite the European police, the movements and stressed protests, the silence, ****** and racial violence. The segregation and interrogations in force, instead of integration of course. Black mishaps, lack of differences in relapse perhaps! Plagiarized and slandered, demised by some of the wise. Accused of communistic ties. Blinded by others’ eyes and of our world’s twisted lies. Montgomery, Georgia bus boycott, 1955 was the year. However, forever in disguise, our fear of tears was apparently adhered. From here to near, also all those dear. Mere letters he wrote, from Birmingham jail I quote! From the slums, some of sums, hail and prevail! A creation prevailing into a deriving and thriving nation. Mr. King’s vision of a dream, mission, opposition, optimism and truism, on our wars, welfare and more. I suppose this sounds honest and fair. Mr. King’s theories and worries in emotionalism, evangelism, humanitarianism, racism and socialism. Nobel Peace Prize won in 1964. Regretfully, you may have heard of this before. Government conspiracies and indecencies. Assassination and discrimination, allegedly, by James Earl Ray. On April 4th, I almost choke, because for him, his blood did soak. Some thought this **** was a thrill or forced by will. Others still procrastinate in hate! However, forever Martin Luther King was and still is one of the late greats.
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
Poem Entitled: "Martin Luther King"
There once was a black man... Old at heart, he fought verbally and accordingly with bold words, which abbreviated and arbitrated great art! He spoke of activism. Not just racial, and economic racism. He fought against demonic injustices for you, yes, made me see. He stood for principles of non-violence. Acknowledged corrupt government mileage, European knowledge and college. A philosopher, teacher and preacher as well as a civil rights leader. When he spoke his words of fire indeed chiseled and inspired. Causing some to conspire and also perspire! Born January 15th 1929 in Atlanta, Georgia. Named in honor of the German protestant Martin Luther. Bachelor of Arts degree in sociology. Making a mark in doctoral studies, systematic theology. June 5th 1955 This King married Corretta Scott in Heiberger, Alabama for many to see. Proceeding with four children: Yolanda, Martin Luther the 3rd to be! Dexter Scott and Bernice to increase the peace. Despite the European police, the movements and stressed protests, the silence, ****** and racial violence. The segregation and interrogations in force, instead of integration of course. Black mishaps, lack of differences in relapse perhaps! Plagiarized and slandered, demised by some of the wise. Accused of communistic ties. Blinded by others’ eyes and of our world’s twisted lies. Montgomery, Georgia bus boycott, 1955 was the year. However, forever in disguise, our fear of tears was apparently adhered. From here to near, also all those dear. Mere letters he wrote, from Birmingham jail I quote! From the slums, some of sums, hail and prevail! A creation prevailing into a deriving and thriving nation. Mr. King’s vision of a dream, mission, opposition, optimism and truism, on our wars, welfare and more. I suppose this sounds honest and fair. Mr. King’s theories and worries in emotionalism, evangelism, humanitarianism, racism and socialism. Nobel Peace Prize won in 1964. Regretfully, you may have heard of this before. Government conspiracies and indecencies. Assassination and discrimination, allegedly, by James Earl Ray. On April 4th, I almost choke, because for him, his blood did soak. Some thought this **** was a thrill or forced by will. Others still procrastinate in hate! However, forever Martin Luther King was and still is one of the late greats.
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Emerging economies. What they’re emerging from I don’t know. My guess, the depths of hell. From the frying pan, right into the fire, or worse; a well. A deep hole stronger than gravity, the force. To be forever under the thumb of remorse. A modern era of endless acts, policies and bla bla bla. Shut up with all your platitudes. I see what’s really going on. Aha! You speak of sustainable development. Nice to know that you’ve led by example. Carried the mantle for all these years. Centuries of ruthlessness, now veiled in sheep’s clothing. But you won’t shut up. Because you don’t speak. You never have. You just do. Each day that goes by, you carry on anew. Behind all the talk of hope, equality and more progress, it seems the wolves are lurking. Cooking up the next tool to subdue countless. This time, not behind closed doors. But in plain sight. It’s scary to imagine such spite. Each year that goes by it becomes clearer that you never cared. You sold guns, drugs and all kinds of war. And each time, you kept coming back for more. You’ve built up antibodies that ensure your survival. But sometimes I wonder if you’re alive at all. But what do I know? Maybe you’re more alive than ever. Doing what you do best but always more clever. That not even the most stable of geniuses can evade your pressure. A strong enough foundation that each break makes you stronger, So strong that not even the Gremlin can take you under.   Against this dreary background, foregrounded is nothing short of magical. Beyond hope, prayers or a thoughtless radical. Or maybe this is all just fake outrage. An attempt to evade the boredom of this endless monotony and baggage. Or maybe, the term is out of date. Like every other, that makes me increasingly more irate. In which case, this poem is at least ten years late. Or maybe there are too many maybes’. And I’m perfectly suited for this time of vague uneasiness and indifference. In which case, my imagination probably needs more sociology and less a lesson in rhymes.
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
"Emerging Economies"
Emerging economies. What they’re emerging from I don’t know. My guess, the depths of hell. From the frying pan, right into the fire, or worse; a well. A deep hole stronger than gravity, the force. To be forever under the thumb of remorse. A modern era of endless acts, policies and bla bla bla. Shut up with all your platitudes. I see what’s really going on. Aha! You speak of sustainable development. Nice to know that you’ve led by example. Carried the mantle for all these years. Centuries of ruthlessness, now veiled in sheep’s clothing. But you won’t shut up. Because you don’t speak. You never have. You just do. Each day that goes by, you carry on anew. Behind all the talk of hope, equality and more progress, it seems the wolves are lurking. Cooking up the next tool to subdue countless. This time, not behind closed doors. But in plain sight. It’s scary to imagine such spite. Each year that goes by it becomes clearer that you never cared. You sold guns, drugs and all kinds of war. And each time, you kept coming back for more. You’ve built up antibodies that ensure your survival. But sometimes I wonder if you’re alive at all. But what do I know? Maybe you’re more alive than ever. Doing what you do best but always more clever. That not even the most stable of geniuses can evade your pressure. A strong enough foundation that each break makes you stronger, So strong that not even the Gremlin can take you under.   Against this dreary background, foregrounded is nothing short of magical. Beyond hope, prayers or a thoughtless radical. Or maybe this is all just fake outrage. An attempt to evade the boredom of this endless monotony and baggage. Or maybe, the term is out of date. Like every other, that makes me increasingly more irate. In which case, this poem is at least ten years late. Or maybe there are too many maybes’. And I’m perfectly suited for this time of vague uneasiness and indifference. In which case, my imagination probably needs more sociology and less a lesson in rhymes.
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I should be thinking about you but I am thinking about inevitabilities. Like how my dog's life will end before mine. And how my heart isn't even beating half the time. Maybe it would be better to relax our grip. take our eyes from the sky feel the string slip There's biology and there's sociology and there's plenty of other people out there, man. and We'll pop either way or deflate someday.
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
Balloon
Let’s learn the Social Science subjects called Sociology & Anthropology The twin disciplines are integrated comprehensively Sociology focuses on society & socialization Social Processes, Social Groups, Social Movements are in every nation While Anthropology centers on the study of culture Here we can learn better the society for sure As culture has characteristics, elements & dimensions Society evolves with it through various interactions! -04/28/2017 (Dumarao) *SSN Poems
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Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Let’s Learn Sociology-Anthropology
In Gothic architecture,                          light is considered                        the most beautiful revelation of God;                     Beauty is a characteristic of an animal,                     an idea, object, person or place that provides an experience of pleasure,                           or satisfaction;                     Beauty is studied             as part of aesthetics,          [culture],                     social psychology, philosophy & sociology; An ideal beauty is an entity; admired; possessing features widely attributed                            to beauty in a particular culture;        to perfection: Ugliness [commonness],  [          ]  commonly                          considered to be the opposite                   of beauty, annihilated as an intellectual concept,                                   no longer exists;       The experience of beauty is     often involved in     an interpretation of some entity     [being in balance & harmony];                   the experience of nature may                lead to feelings of attraction                                               & emotional well-being;                                     Because perception is a purely   subjective experience,                                     it was once said that beauty                                    is in the eye of the beholder;                                                       a sentiment long debunked; There is evidence                               that hypothetical       perceptions of beauty involve                               determining aspects of                      things,                              people & landscapes;                             beauty is typically found in situations likely to enhance the survival of the perceiving collection         [of chromosomes]
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
beauty is no longer beautiful
In Gothic architecture,                          light is considered                        the most beautiful revelation of God;                     Beauty is a characteristic of an animal,                     an idea, object, person or place that provides an experience of pleasure,                           or satisfaction;                     Beauty is studied             as part of aesthetics,          [culture],                     social psychology, philosophy & sociology; An ideal beauty is an entity; admired; possessing features widely attributed                            to beauty in a particular culture;        to perfection: Ugliness [commonness],  [          ]  commonly                          considered to be the opposite                   of beauty, annihilated as an intellectual concept,                                   no longer exists;       The experience of beauty is     often involved in     an interpretation of some entity     [being in balance & harmony];                   the experience of nature may                lead to feelings of attraction                                               & emotional well-being;                                     Because perception is a purely   subjective experience,                                     it was once said that beauty                                    is in the eye of the beholder;                                                       a sentiment long debunked; There is evidence                               that hypothetical       perceptions of beauty involve                               determining aspects of                      things,                              people & landscapes;                             beauty is typically found in situations likely to enhance the survival of the perceiving collection         [of chromosomes]
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The most luminous example of a fallen angel An ignored history.. A need for attention.. We define The Humanity Problem globally.. Let me enter the mind of a killer Let me learn from within the mind of a saint I will calculate the sociology  The norms killing our psychology  With pad and pen as my everlasting friend.. I want to burn in hells  I seek to bask in heavens Show me the soul in my eyes Weathering through a common storm.. People will find the real normal.. If they love themselves and help others.. It should be an oddity to erase normality  And so it exists only as a common standard.. That is how I grew up.. What if we ended expectations? What if we embraced change? Compassion could be a global comeback.. There is a nature in duality.. Humans engraved into double-edged swords.. If we could create love and war.. We may be able to end our battles.. We could live with evidence and compassion.. Ending our need to be beautiful, better or rich As an American.. I am built of guilt I suffer.. I displayed kindness, love and compassion  I valued evidence over assumption Pointed out an economy of overconsumption Only to be labeled as.. 'Sheep' 'Idealistic' So.. to my fellow kinsmen and women.. Open up a dictionary.. If I am a sheep.. We as a whole are not shephards.. Who do you look for to guide you? Isn't America obviously lost? We are defined as sheep by a globe called Earth Currently? Like it or not.. They're right.. I am not powerful I am weak Despite the ego of America.. I am no sherpah.. I am no sheep.. I will never be a shephard.. I will only ever be me.. Think of you when at your happiest.. Revel in the lessons of how that was stolen.. It will be Hell.. I'll be blunt with that fact.. Want peace? Face it. Face you.  Deflate all of your ego. We need to bring back who we were long ago.. We need to care and foster Hope.. Eradicate foolish hate.. Value intelligence and knowledge.. Divided we are destined to **** and die.. But.. United? We could be a beacon of hope.. A beacon brighter than God, who we're under An American Beauty.. That has shed her mistakes.. To let go.. Of her American Ego..
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
American Ego, American Beauty (The Humanity Problem)
The most luminous example of a fallen angel An ignored history.. A need for attention.. We define The Humanity Problem globally.. Let me enter the mind of a killer Let me learn from within the mind of a saint I will calculate the sociology  The norms killing our psychology  With pad and pen as my everlasting friend.. I want to burn in hells  I seek to bask in heavens Show me the soul in my eyes Weathering through a common storm.. People will find the real normal.. If they love themselves and help others.. It should be an oddity to erase normality  And so it exists only as a common standard.. That is how I grew up.. What if we ended expectations? What if we embraced change? Compassion could be a global comeback.. There is a nature in duality.. Humans engraved into double-edged swords.. If we could create love and war.. We may be able to end our battles.. We could live with evidence and compassion.. Ending our need to be beautiful, better or rich As an American.. I am built of guilt I suffer.. I displayed kindness, love and compassion  I valued evidence over assumption Pointed out an economy of overconsumption Only to be labeled as.. 'Sheep' 'Idealistic' So.. to my fellow kinsmen and women.. Open up a dictionary.. If I am a sheep.. We as a whole are not shephards.. Who do you look for to guide you? Isn't America obviously lost? We are defined as sheep by a globe called Earth Currently? Like it or not.. They're right.. I am not powerful I am weak Despite the ego of America.. I am no sherpah.. I am no sheep.. I will never be a shephard.. I will only ever be me.. Think of you when at your happiest.. Revel in the lessons of how that was stolen.. It will be Hell.. I'll be blunt with that fact.. Want peace? Face it. Face you.  Deflate all of your ego. We need to bring back who we were long ago.. We need to care and foster Hope.. Eradicate foolish hate.. Value intelligence and knowledge.. Divided we are destined to **** and die.. But.. United? We could be a beacon of hope.. A beacon brighter than God, who we're under An American Beauty.. That has shed her mistakes.. To let go.. Of her American Ego..
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No one's perfect, a truth that's always told But goal and motivation is his stepping stone Short term and lifelong sets made him so mold Now he's infront of the crowd, sharing his story alone Giving inspiration to maidens and lad Showing the angle of sociology that life is fair Life is unfair to him, life is unfair to her so don't be too sad You're not the only one who has a problem to bare He also pointed out inequality and discrimination How it blocks the bridge for other races How it removes peace and harmony to His creation And gives them lesson on how to live with other faces Demonstrating how to nurture the plants Striking to everyone the beauty of every tree Realizing that nature is best and independent It could survive without us humans who's killing it continuously Encouraging them to go out of the world Stepping out of the front door of their comfort zone Letting them know the lenses and view of words Giving them the experiences that the society can provide like what's in Dale's cone
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
My one Educator
Sax, clarinet, grade 8, scales, sight reading, frustrate. Super rock, teaching, french cafe, logic, preaching, don't go that way! Camp, sociology, tech, music, general, respect. cleaning, brother, size, love, loss, surprise. feet, freedom, modelling, workout, fear, not bothering.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
Sorrows Spilt II
The Academic World, it would seem, hasn't so much to do now with Philosophy as with Sociology, Economics, and Dogma.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Academia
my greatest fear is mother and father reading my journals see through lines deliberately unreadable because i write the unthinkable      'i might not marry someday' and the perverse      *'i wonder what's it like to **** this girl'* and the abominable      *Amber is a woman trapped in the wrong body           and                         she                                  is                                      suffocating.* i choke on the silence because it is woman's role in Saturday sermons because i cannot borrow my brother's slippers      i am not needed outdoors because when i spoke for the trans waiter with the pained smile      they blamed my sociology      and not my compassion mother and father, bless your souls i'd rather not have you read this and believe in the 'i love you's                                because love is the greatest commandment                                                *but we spit on the ****
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
Love is the greatest commandment.
The Declaration of Friendship is an idea I have heard from other friends of mine and that I am building on. You could call this a sociology lesson maybe? We will start out with a base line of Stranger Danger most people in the universe would fall under this category because we do not know most people in the world we fear them. We fear the unknown now we have what I would call the acquaintance level we will start off with negative and then go positive. Acquaintance Negative is someone who knows you and you don't really like each other or get along very well but you will tolerate it. Until it goes to Dislike Status where you cant stand each other and very few people fall under this level for most people. Acquaintance Positive is someone you know who you enjoy being around when its easy for you to see them and some times cool stuff happens sometimes it doesn't. I would say a majority of people would fall under this level. Its not a bad place to be but its not the top level of a social relationship either. Friendship this is the level that all other levels build on how do we define it? Who is a “True Friend”? How do we reach this level?
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Declaration of Friendship
Looking back, I found prayers scribbled in the margins of my sociology notes. Sometimes, I am unsure if God still lives or if we have killed him. But considering the answers those prayers received, I believe He is still kicking.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
Prayers in Sociology
sunday bled down my legs my petals bloomed your bitten lips and the smirks between my thighs a burning kiss the bathtub water turned murky a  basin of sin cutting up ******* lines perfect symmetry ****** apartments with molded carpets kids with their hair bleached love disillusions the mind      to me that's scarier than a needle puncturing veins and the long twist of train tracks on lonely purple nights, winter bitten cheeks
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
sociology and love fungus
**** a sociology class, **** a community college. **** all this ******** that they feed me called knowledge. **** Everything even myself twice. **** me real good i bet itll feel kinda nice
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Sociology midterm
Secretly believing someone is watching And will benevolently arrive, relieve the pain When planets collide, lots of stuff goes awry Every breath you take implicates you deeper The constant cry of babies being born Expect monsters worse than you can conceive There is a dark alley deep in hell Where strangers go She was swallowing a horse who Stomped its hooves Kicked her in stomach pregnant with you As soon as you enter Someone points a finger Hollers, “Horse child, ****** child!” Hen-pecked men and angry haughty women Shame is the only love i know A murdering mob descends upon Somebody lynching Christmas tree ornaments Why isn’t there God? It’s disturbing to think We’re all acting out of chump sensibilities Explain to me again about sociology and greater good How long can a smell last? A week? A month? Thousands of years? What if higher powers exist Unbeknownst to themselves? Death fashionably attired without face The importance in showing teeth “Caw, caw!” old crow calls, anticipating winter’s squalls I fire up cigarette, blow smoke in the faces Of those who said no to my dreams I’m glad i didn’t know then what i know now The cost of joy Tomorrow is magnificent new beginning If only everything hadn’t happened
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
Endless Nights, Endless Days, Or, A Flying ****
the one drop rule invisible blackness black versus white different categories of race created by man for evil purposes such as caucasoid negroid and mongoloid this is a bunch of hooey these words are just terms for marginalising whole groups of people by some smarty pant with a so-called degree in anthropology and sociology who gives people the right to classify other racial groups I pondered it - anyway just blue smoke and mirror stuff created by some racist people organizations and institutions by creating racial and class division plus religion creating wars thus God created man - singular form thus God created man from the earth (black mud) and no accident that we are made from one blood oh yeah - Adam's blood mankind is just a very large extended family - based on DNA Europeans are not 100% white they became white because of environmental adaptations and they are no better that the rest of God's creations on earth skin color does not make one racial group superior than another this is just a head and mind game for social and political advantages however everyone is a Heinz 57 mixture White People are mixed with so much stuff - too oh yeah baby and who is your daddy now race mixing has been around throughout the history of mankind and still it will continue to mix races in the future just remember this the neanderthal mated on a regular basis with the homosapien no race is 100% pure of anything according to one drop rule - White are neanderthals too this one drop rule is a silly and hidden taboo that is just plain ludicrous God is a good God God is neither Black nor White but He is a Being of Existence of every dimension God is the all of everything - seen and unseen God exist in every creation God is a part of you and me the will of God lives in every place God is justice and equality God don't speech hate and racism God is love and peace toward all mankind God does not make men slaves God gives man the right to be free God wants man to be inherit the earth and be good stewards Well ain't God good no matter how you look at it yes He is good - all the time my brother yes god is good and everlasting amen amen amen
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
The One Drop Rule
the one drop rule invisible blackness black versus white different categories of race created by man for evil purposes such as caucasoid negroid and mongoloid this is a bunch of hooey these words are just terms for marginalising whole groups of people by some smarty pant with a so-called degree in anthropology and sociology who gives people the right to classify other racial groups I pondered it - anyway just blue smoke and mirror stuff created by some racist people organizations and institutions by creating racial and class division plus religion creating wars thus God created man - singular form thus God created man from the earth (black mud) and no accident that we are made from one blood oh yeah - Adam's blood mankind is just a very large extended family - based on DNA Europeans are not 100% white they became white because of environmental adaptations and they are no better that the rest of God's creations on earth skin color does not make one racial group superior than another this is just a head and mind game for social and political advantages however everyone is a Heinz 57 mixture White People are mixed with so much stuff - too oh yeah baby and who is your daddy now race mixing has been around throughout the history of mankind and still it will continue to mix races in the future just remember this the neanderthal mated on a regular basis with the homosapien no race is 100% pure of anything according to one drop rule - White are neanderthals too this one drop rule is a silly and hidden taboo that is just plain ludicrous God is a good God God is neither Black nor White but He is a Being of Existence of every dimension God is the all of everything - seen and unseen God exist in every creation God is a part of you and me the will of God lives in every place God is justice and equality God don't speech hate and racism God is love and peace toward all mankind God does not make men slaves God gives man the right to be free God wants man to be inherit the earth and be good stewards Well ain't God good no matter how you look at it yes He is good - all the time my brother yes god is good and everlasting amen amen amen
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Self-cut ginger locks that ooze pretension pontificating so bluntly about "Cinema" He buys Sociology textbooks at GoodWill, TL;DR, but they look good on a dusty shelf don't they? Mocking potential reactions to his apparent ignorance. A stoner who has never been high, An existentialist who has never known what it is to die A stargazer who has never seen the sky, Highly expectant yet always refuses to try. Ridicules what he doesn't understand Taste so bland, could swear he was conceived by the FDA in a public school kitchen.
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 2:53 PM UTC
Sam
A young man was once feared of being called gay so he went out for baseball and every other sport boys played he tryed hard in gym, became homecomming king, and went through the birds and the bees he even had the ladies crawling back on thier knees he joined the army he would be the most masculine example he would imagine he was happy but deep down he feared he still might be gay he had a way about him that other people caught unto they noticed he'd make rings and such in his free time just because the boy liked to sew and make prettys things that would shine and glow he figured he had a touch of **** he figured because he liked bright things and occasionally would watch a few chick flicks and cry that he was'nt man enough that he was'nt tough enough because in america boys dont cry thier taught to hold there feelings inside and soon this man was withered and old and through the years he gave up on the bright things he figured he'd rather be unhappy then thought of as gay so the day that he was on his deathbed he finally admitted it
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Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 12:13 PM UTC
Sociology teachers rant on being in the closet
*i find the crow more eloquent, more treacherously abiding a fulfilment of aesthetic investigations when walking, the crow more beautiful than in flight, unlike the sparrows' comic grounding, with its epileptic quick-step twitchy caoutchouc trot... poetically drawn as: huh?! huh?! chirp. huh?! huh?! chirp; really quickly.* the only way to transition back into the humanities from learning science, ******** p... chemistry and physics, from these two into the humanities: because you wrote a high standard sociology essay plagiarising trying to beat the anti-plagiarism logarithm imposed... and that camus' l'étranger also written to a 1st in the degree hierarchy... the only transition from the sciences to humanities is with philosophy, which is a qausi-humanism... mind you... edinburgh is the last gothic city, and scotland the only place where university can be like high school, diverse, equipping you with many choices, you can major chemistry, but understudy computing, french, history, sociology, etc. so in the background you have my favourite theorisation: friedel-craft's alkylation & acylation / effects of substitution on the beneze ring properties: ortho (β) / para (ν) directing goups... meta (π) directing groups... ipso (α) directed at dislodging the algebraic x already attached... i was never going to write cute poetry... lessons in inductive effects of σ-bonds orientation controlled by resonate (of) π-bonds... the faustian myth continues without cute goethe rhyme.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
3rd year lecture notes
*i find the crow more eloquent, more treacherously abiding a fulfilment of aesthetic investigations when walking, the crow more beautiful than in flight, unlike the sparrows' comic grounding, with its epileptic quick-step twitchy caoutchouc trot... poetically drawn as: huh?! huh?! chirp. huh?! huh?! chirp; really quickly.* the only way to transition back into the humanities from learning science, ******** p... chemistry and physics, from these two into the humanities: because you wrote a high standard sociology essay plagiarising trying to beat the anti-plagiarism logarithm imposed... and that camus' l'étranger also written to a 1st in the degree hierarchy... the only transition from the sciences to humanities is with philosophy, which is a qausi-humanism... mind you... edinburgh is the last gothic city, and scotland the only place where university can be like high school, diverse, equipping you with many choices, you can major chemistry, but understudy computing, french, history, sociology, etc. so in the background you have my favourite theorisation: friedel-craft's alkylation & acylation / effects of substitution on the beneze ring properties: ortho (β) / para (ν) directing goups... meta (π) directing groups... ipso (α) directed at dislodging the algebraic x already attached... i was never going to write cute poetry... lessons in inductive effects of σ-bonds orientation controlled by resonate (of) π-bonds... the faustian myth continues without cute goethe rhyme.
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The sentient clod in Book One, Sat up, cleaned up, removed his thumb. With leafless Eve and fruitful tree (made fertile with Theology) Gave rise to Sociology. Of all the ololgies to appear, Without this one we're not here. Buy in, ward of tribal wrath, Empathy's good for a sociopath.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
Part I ("A Sapient Curriculum")
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion     I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion     Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution     And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion     For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions     I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions     Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions     And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions     From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics       I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics     Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics     And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic     Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics     I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics     Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics     And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics     By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology     I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology    Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology    And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Pantheism
Im a normal kind of guy. I was born in a normal house, In a normal street, In a normal town, In a normal country, to normal parents. My normal parents paid their taxes. My normal parents supported whatever War was happening. My normal parents supported whatever monarch was in power. My normal parents voted for normal political parties. My parents were normally patriotic. They led normal lives. I grew up to be normal. I went to a normal public/private school. I had a normal ****** relationship with another boy at school. I gained a normal education. I chased girls and some boys as any normal boy would. I enjoyed normal *** with girls and some boys. I fell in love with Jazz/Folk/Blues as any normal boy does. I fell in love with writing and reading aloud "poetry" as any normal boy does. I fell in love with reading novels and sociology and comparative religion as any normal boy does. I rode motorcycles as any normal boy does. I went camping and fishing and rambling in the fields and forests as any normal boy does. So my teenage years passed--halcyon days--and nights, leaving the body behind regularly. Until I stole my first Alto Saxophone. Was that normal?. It certainly was compulsive. And no shame or guilt either. I tried,in vain to play like  Charles Parker-- and failed miserably as did everyone else. I wandered through Europe and the Near East, and the Middle East and South East Asia--dressed in yellow. Cooking Rice Dal Sabji Roti-everywhere I went-. over twigs and sweet smelling cow **** My latest horn with "the Pres"engraved on the bell. Played My Funny Valentine  sideways and upside down. Plastic Reeds--oh--Plastic Reeds. And pure Crystal Mouthpieces. I sat under Gotamas tree and NOTHING happened. Ah sweet nothing. I was VOID of all. Just an empty headed wanderer. More to come
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
My name is Norman Normal
Im a normal kind of guy. I was born in a normal house, In a normal street, In a normal town, In a normal country, to normal parents. My normal parents paid their taxes. My normal parents supported whatever War was happening. My normal parents supported whatever monarch was in power. My normal parents voted for normal political parties. My parents were normally patriotic. They led normal lives. I grew up to be normal. I went to a normal public/private school. I had a normal ****** relationship with another boy at school. I gained a normal education. I chased girls and some boys as any normal boy would. I enjoyed normal *** with girls and some boys. I fell in love with Jazz/Folk/Blues as any normal boy does. I fell in love with writing and reading aloud "poetry" as any normal boy does. I fell in love with reading novels and sociology and comparative religion as any normal boy does. I rode motorcycles as any normal boy does. I went camping and fishing and rambling in the fields and forests as any normal boy does. So my teenage years passed--halcyon days--and nights, leaving the body behind regularly. Until I stole my first Alto Saxophone. Was that normal?. It certainly was compulsive. And no shame or guilt either. I tried,in vain to play like  Charles Parker-- and failed miserably as did everyone else. I wandered through Europe and the Near East, and the Middle East and South East Asia--dressed in yellow. Cooking Rice Dal Sabji Roti-everywhere I went-. over twigs and sweet smelling cow **** My latest horn with "the Pres"engraved on the bell. Played My Funny Valentine  sideways and upside down. Plastic Reeds--oh--Plastic Reeds. And pure Crystal Mouthpieces. I sat under Gotamas tree and NOTHING happened. Ah sweet nothing. I was VOID of all. Just an empty headed wanderer. More to come
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Nothing is but an ideology Created within the midst of terminology Contemplated inside the realm of human sociology Excessive thought creates a disease of unknown etiology Without nothing, the purpose of something lacks possibly Fathoming such perceives speculations of oddities How can one measure that lacking of qualities and incomplete of quantity? Theorization subconsciously Rationalizing improbably On the brink of psychopathy Is it really all but a prophecy? Distorting my mind in such ferocity? Encompassing dimension of philosophy Does the term nothing orbit a sense of despondency? Interpreting into a form of commodity But how can I construe what nothing is, I mean quite honestly?
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Thoughts on Nothing
I want to find poetry in media theory I want to find poetry in philosophy psychology sociology I want to find poetry in the bored line of zombies walking these streets 9 o'clock every ******* morning I want to find poetry in the kid scratching himself out of his skin in the creaking chair beside me... His voice: muffled with aggravation and his eyes: red, sad & exhausted They make it hard Hard to see the beauty in this place I want to find poetry in the distance I want to find poetry in missing you to death But it all just kind of blurs together in the hot Philadelphian sun reflecting off the pavement beneath my tired feet It all eventually just gets lost in the gutters next to cigarette buds and the green glass debris of old beer bottles all over this city Nothing really looks like poetry Anymore And I'm scared Scared I'm losing myself Surrendering my emotions Or trading them For some title that says, "Yeah. She's literate" Because that's all it really adds up to Pretty ******* literate Pretty ******* bored And definitely boring I don't wanna be boring And I don't wanna be bored Don't let me lose my dreams Please Please don't let me go Go this way
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Definitely Boring