When first flower blossoms begin to fall, petals caught in a wind, you hear the dog's howl songs for Galia spilled in pages of tears Notes who soak into soul so our beloveds can frolick again #smallpoems
yet fated in concrete seal nothing more than a rabid dog descending on Human nakedness too diseased to see their demise as our only cure. #smallpoems 3/3
For evil only begins when one grasps a weighted folly nature, God, and self part and parcel to a lost essence in Hegel's Waiting Room hoping to hold THE Rose in place #smallpoems 2/3 (oops)
In cosmic knowledge politics means anything but a forgiven sin as laws of ascent do not descend from a March on Rome. Nor slip off lips of technologists tweaking words at world's abyss Divine does not sink on an empirical existence #smallpoems 1/2
People often ask Why no Big Parades No tanks, guns, and planes But flags do wave flowers lain upon graves Yet these weapons of thanks carry grace in hands of babes on every Main Street in every town Silent rounds bowed in Thanks Not Declarations of the State #smallpoems https://t.co/FmAPIN1cO6
Solid workers clocking in on Landmarks of Knowledge built on landscapes flowing with borrowed confusions in precision of Confucian Mandarins hammering false nonsense in polyphonics of a puppet's Broken String #smallpoems
and when cast and crew pooled amongst fools Crazy Eights in 14 words bound to happen and the children cry By the third act relevance done and now the gun points at you (and the children smile) 3/3 #smallpoems
death told in discourses of corrective masculine. measures and acts in tongues of nihilistic danger of deconstruction of a Nation's story told in dominant voices, forgotten who will hear us, indeed? spotlights fade and the children cry 2/3 #smallpoems
Scripts drip in accidental plays as pages soaked in blood and soil turn, a third theater burns, and the children cry a 2-bit critic, with reflexive twists; dark doing in light what light only does in dark when curtains burn and the children cry 1/2 #smallpoems
bourgeois ideologists who dine on bacon fat of Marx's Paradox sail two harbors of inevitable possibilities bouncing on waves of proletariat subjectivity in tides pulling contradictions of grift as science says alienation must get worse, an immiseration of modern #smallpoems
hierarchy of capacities demand principle and laws of social organization concentrated inequalities among men as a fact of nature only harshness of a peasant's struggle with nature can happiness be found in miseries of solidarity Make it Great, a time before #smallpoems
on the farm all pigs are equal as all classes toil clocks clicking to noises of sunrise earth is our fertility and makes fruit ripen while vines of modern producers no longer, as in the fields, a sovereign and free father of a family, no alphas in Modern Family #smallpoems
Post modern fools with tools of deconstruction requires thrusts at corrections in desire Nihilistic critical stances and who knows whats in their pantses bind our time and place to chronotope prisons seen through western forced prisms shatter other worldings #smallpoems
Discourses of interpretivism cast modernity as an approching calamity, an evil cast in light, and must save us from instrumental rationality in praxis of truth lost in consensus of continuous redefining realities around me #smallpoems
Distrust dips into dialectical dances and claims We must drain it all for development as reactionay forces drill holes in buckets, to duck modernity's toil and blame someone else for soaked soil #smallpoems
Modernity burps as Bendix's Appendices Burst, in natural extended pressures of faculties left undeveloped an invisible hand at right of the almighty commercialization when my own thoughts are not in harmony as celebrated serfs who toil in Jungles of Chi-town #smallpoems
Rats sell us living space rented in bio engineered realities of minds who mind that mine gets defined by force of expansion as States above us promulgate symbols and symptoms among us so sus #smallpoems
the forgotten Spencer of not, knotted in a Principled Life, draped in an outfit for survival in tongue twisted evolution of liars who desire to clip identities in a unifying bind, of oops sorry had to leave you behind your truth did not fit mine #smallpoems
seeking functionalist junction of modern cogs on wheels on cogs in systems in systems in cogs on wheels on cogs modern of junction Functionalist seeking #smallpoems
incompatible moments to contradict divergent truths of markets of Brokered Identities in Broken reflections #smallpoems cast on shards of total transformation