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"worldviews" poems
I’m a Polyglot Polymath, Microphone’s a Polygraph, Manners of a Sociopath-Rhymin’ keeps me on the path, Else I’d be hackin you up like a cannibal, Pullin the Chianti out-serve you up like Hannibal, Words heavier than Elephants invading cross the alps, Under Armour over Body Armour-waistline fulla scalps, From the Belt o’ the Celt o’ the Schizophrenic Sandman, You’re triple teamed by -EC- Raps new Xmen. I broke me chains,some say I went insane, But it’s simple,all I went and did was grow a brain. be the Bane of your life,while Mal plays Dark Knight, A rhyme Super Villain with a verse of Dark Light, The searchlights on-watch the cockroach scatter, We speak Dark Matter while your brain gets battered, batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed, Mal and Sandman's Positively Mental Attitude. It’s the original Irish OG rough rugged and ready, Battling me is futile keep your hands steady, I’m no pacifist,and if you take the **** I’ll clap you with a fist like an obelisk, That’s a grave warning,-global warming, The Dragon of Eire ,skies look stormy… Since cassettes and disks I’ve been spittin **** That makes wannabee’s wanna slit their wrists, The Sandman’s calling,come in and take a mauling, Rappin since clappin one two and yes y’allin, from New Aulins to saint Pauls my kin, Are gathering for the quickenin,pulse races,air thickenin' Highlander in a land cruiser,take your teeth out like a dentist E.C’s BRUISER. batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed, by Mal and Sandmans Positively Mental Attitude.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Positively Mental Attitude.
I’m a Polyglot Polymath, Microphone’s a Polygraph, Manners of a Sociopath-Rhymin’ keeps me on the path, Else I’d be hackin you up like a cannibal, Pullin the Chianti out-serve you up like Hannibal, Words heavier than Elephants invading cross the alps, Under Armour over Body Armour-waistline fulla scalps, From the Belt o’ the Celt o’ the Schizophrenic Sandman, You’re triple teamed by -EC- Raps new Xmen. I broke me chains,some say I went insane, But it’s simple,all I went and did was grow a brain. be the Bane of your life,while Mal plays Dark Knight, A rhyme Super Villain with a verse of Dark Light, The searchlights on-watch the cockroach scatter, We speak Dark Matter while your brain gets battered, batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed, Mal and Sandman's Positively Mental Attitude. It’s the original Irish OG rough rugged and ready, Battling me is futile keep your hands steady, I’m no pacifist,and if you take the **** I’ll clap you with a fist like an obelisk, That’s a grave warning,-global warming, The Dragon of Eire ,skies look stormy… Since cassettes and disks I’ve been spittin **** That makes wannabee’s wanna slit their wrists, The Sandman’s calling,come in and take a mauling, Rappin since clappin one two and yes y’allin, from New Aulins to saint Pauls my kin, Are gathering for the quickenin,pulse races,air thickenin' Highlander in a land cruiser,take your teeth out like a dentist E.C’s BRUISER. batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed, by Mal and Sandmans Positively Mental Attitude.
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The schoolteacher had an affair in Santa Fe. She was a schoolteacher and a tourist. And an affair adds dimension. It makes a place more than memory. The notion of it inverts. Santa Fe now resided inside of the schoolteacher. The city had a cracked voice and blonde hair and a slightly sagging belly and pictures of a New York niece on its phone and an ambivalent relationship with combing its hair and an irrational fear of left turns. She expected young artists with vague academic worldviews, chainsmokers talking loudly about point of view and Heidegger. Instead the artists were retirees, painting nothing but landscapes of red earth, attempting to improve on the natural world. The schoolteacher did not like this kind of art. It was trivial. Wholly unnecessary. Then the blonde artist walked up behind her in a stucco gallery. He said, "You hate it don't you?" "Yes." She turned. He appeared to be in his early forties. "Tourists never understand it." "I'm not a tourist." "You are. You've never been within the land." "Don't talk to me like this." "This is how women prefer to be talked to." "Not this woman." "Even you. You want to be told you're wrong. 'I look fat' No. 'Everybody hates me.' That's not true. I'm skipping the stage where we agree. I'm going straight to the stage where we are opposites. Plus and minus." "The part where we ***** "Or connect or lose ourselves." "I bet you live in a loft. Dozens of half-finished canvases strewn about. Dabs of dried paint on newspapers." "I live in my big sister's basement. She isn't home." "There's not enough wine in the world." "That's where you're wrong," he said.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
Harbinger
The schoolteacher had an affair in Santa Fe. She was a schoolteacher and a tourist. And an affair adds dimension. It makes a place more than memory. The notion of it inverts. Santa Fe now resided inside of the schoolteacher. The city had a cracked voice and blonde hair and a slightly sagging belly and pictures of a New York niece on its phone and an ambivalent relationship with combing its hair and an irrational fear of left turns. She expected young artists with vague academic worldviews, chainsmokers talking loudly about point of view and Heidegger. Instead the artists were retirees, painting nothing but landscapes of red earth, attempting to improve on the natural world. The schoolteacher did not like this kind of art. It was trivial. Wholly unnecessary. Then the blonde artist walked up behind her in a stucco gallery. He said, "You hate it don't you?" "Yes." She turned. He appeared to be in his early forties. "Tourists never understand it." "I'm not a tourist." "You are. You've never been within the land." "Don't talk to me like this." "This is how women prefer to be talked to." "Not this woman." "Even you. You want to be told you're wrong. 'I look fat' No. 'Everybody hates me.' That's not true. I'm skipping the stage where we agree. I'm going straight to the stage where we are opposites. Plus and minus." "The part where we ***** "Or connect or lose ourselves." "I bet you live in a loft. Dozens of half-finished canvases strewn about. Dabs of dried paint on newspapers." "I live in my big sister's basement. She isn't home." "There's not enough wine in the world." "That's where you're wrong," he said.
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"For One who is religious, you've got quite the open mind!" "For One who is an atheist, you've got quite the open mind! Come, let us philosophize o'er my finest wine! 'Twixt our worldviews, I feel we've each so much to teach and each even more to learn!" "Should we allow ourselves. Après vous!"
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Après vous!
i think it a grave mistake for worldviews to be held hostage, s e c r e t, tight against one's chest, reinforced only by filtered media. It is a dark path. a journey into an obsession with yourself and those who agree with you. progress only arises from s h a r i n g ideas, thoughts, experiments, experiences. one does not get an education to learn only about oneself. it is the others who provide the most beautiful, complex unraveling of your tightly wound views. a society that does not share ideas, does not excel. does not improve. does not invent. does not create. a society fixated on a mantra of sameness will collapse entirely.
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
be it. say it. do it.
realist, with a degree in sociology looking at the world through macro glasses fading empathy blending with budding apathy watching, eagerly, the self-destruction of the masses – expressing limited worldviews, and exploiting generalizations keeping a firm grip on perceived reality, teaching free classes operating from a place of conscious co-creativity helping friends and loved ones experience piece of mind, free passes – guiding meditations, past-life regression all the while getting brilliant psychic flashes reaching deep within the recesses beginning to tilt on a totally different axis – envisioning my place as part of the all knowing the truth will alter the facets looking into the mirror of creation recognizing the forest of trees as ***** eye-lashes –
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
misinterpretation
I seem to get the blues - each time I watch the news - cause' it's always, "Oh- look whose - been shot dead for his shoes!" It leaves me, oh, so very confused - and I can't seem to catch a clue - as to why humans get infused with ***** - and try to bruise people with different worldviews. Thus: the cops cruise- down the avenues - and keep an eye on I and, each of, you. What none of us seem to, willingly, view - is if we formed a grand, organized crew: - we could read stories of how we overthrew - our masters in the history books of the past - in and around three-thousand fifty-three. Oh- how things could be so lovely, pretty, - if we'd aim our eyes & arms at real enemies & harm - in our lives. But, even still, they'll take our lives. Because- silent, discreet leaders will always survive; - they don't care if they sacrifice five thousand - of their pawns: young dumb men who have gone - willingly to their grave - to **** people who behave - in a way their masters say, graceful as ballet, - is, "so, very, distasteful. - Make their deaths painful." Unfortunately- the history books will continuously - be filled with falsities from the 21st Century.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
Watchin' The News Blues (3053)
Assumed to be evil Always lurking in the dark Creepy is the opposite Of what we know by heart From a thousand miles away Worldviews appear unclear You can no more see through my eyes Than I can understand your fears I can only ensure you There's no bears in here ...
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
NO BEARS IN HERE
I seem to be Continually stuck Between the worldviews Of Bradbury and Hawking Between schedules Of eight million events and none at all Between wanting to join in And feeling like I shouldn't Between wanting to do everything And wanting to do nothing Because even though I often speak Of finding middle ground When it becomes personal It just can't seem to be found
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
Stuck
I enjoy finding well-structured and coherent worldviews and ideas that collapse my prejudices, ideas, and my vision of the world; it’s uncomfortable at first but the catharsis achieved by being able to synthesize opposing ideas and find common ground where to build new ideas it’s one of the greatest mental pleasures I have felt. It’s like feeling that after endless hours of trying to mix water and oil, the solution finally becomes crystalline and gleaming in veracity; to immerse myself in it and then go out to see reality with new eyes. The main cognitive bias of all people is to discard information that contradicts their prejudices, ideologies, and conceptions of reality because of the cognitive discomfort this new information enables. We take scientific objectivity as a base, and we accept the linguistic subjectivity and its intrinsic intuitive value; it is actually much easier to achieve a rational consensus in decision making. That’s why we must be very vigilant and look out for rigid ideologies that don’t accept an intellectual confrontation, since they don’t have the capacity to adapt to a reality like ours that’s in a constant state of transformation.
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
Power