Tag: poetry
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The Sin Eater
That poor little sin eater in a darkened room fed artificial light and filtered half-truths and lies he gets to eat the broken fragmented shredded bits of strategically weaponized semantic psycho subliminal Sub-liminal he eats in the liminal space feeding and digesting so you don’t have to taste the indigestion.
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When Schrödinger Met Pandora: Art, Uncertainty, and the Dance of Being
When Schrödinger and Pandora fall in love and have a baby A simple package in superposition Do not open until the music ends.
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When Yeats Wrote “The Second Coming”
I wonder if he was really aiming to capture the horrific terror of a civilization swallowing a trauma that will pass through the digestive, nervous, endocrine, and healthcare systems of generations to come (and they keep on coming)… That “face as pitiless as the sun…” gazing outward before slouching toward some vexing cradle… (I don’t…
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A Tale In Binary
On Catherine and I ⚥ I am an entropy creation machine 🌊, and she is an entropy reversal system 💫. We are like the perfect pair of Hindu ॐ Dieties; we are Shiva allinone dat da . ∞ We are the yin and the yang ☯ Ororborus head to tail ⛎ T h e l…
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buckle up
“You see this deep tectonically supersonically quantum mechanically cosmic anomaly. Moves up through me and I have a sense of hope that eluded me as horror deluded me and fear be-nuded me.”
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The Revolution Will Not Be On Facebook*
America teeters on the brink, a playground for the wealthy amidst a morally bankrupt system. To truly revolutionize, we must forgo violence; bloodshed only begets further chaos. Accountability and humanity must reclaim the narrative, forcing those in power to confront their actions instead of defaulting to the convenience of murder.
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Oh the Tapestries we weave
Borders are pointless. They’re just artificial constraints rooted in outdated fictions that separate us, as if geography defines worth. Nationalism breeds division and strangleholds us with power imbalances. It’s time to yank on that thread of nationalism, unraveling the collective insanity, and embrace our shared humanity instead of maintaining childish boundaries.
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Hopefully Flying The Soft-Shoe Of Winged Feet.
“Love will win because at the heart, the core, the ceur, the cure para mi Corazon, nothing really means what you think it means.”
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for those who do not see the light
Hate rally at MSG?I can’t say I did not see that coming…I shouldn’t make light, but if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry. And light is what we need. Anybody who talks about other humans the way those “patriots” did should be ashamed of themselves. I hope with every fiber in my being that if any…
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The Pearl In The Oyster (An Itch In My Ear)
The speaker wakes up on a Saturday morning, feeling restless and seeking solace in noise-cancelling headphones. As they immerse themselves in music, the headphones create a cocoon that isolates them from the outside world, allowing them to experience a harmonious blend of inner and outer rhythms.