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Genuine Alley Poetry and Prose / Consternation
« Last post by black_cross_rising on Yesterday at 06:34 AM »
It's funny how the principles of conformity
are defined by simple rules,
yet demand complex methods of execution.
I think the greatest challenge here is
the present knowledge that we dislike conformity,
but there rests the underlying desire to belong
not for the sake of belonging,
but the satisfaction of knowing that
we can belong, be it of our own devices or not.

And so it goes, or so it seems, that
in order for you to become a functional member of society,
you must know how to belong.
For you to be considered 'normal',
you must submit to the requisites of
an established form of system that has waded through generations
unmolested, undisputed, unquestioned.
Otherwise, you are a pariah,
an enigma that serves no purpose in the machine.
It's as if you're supposed to have this innate sense of
synergy and harmony, to possess that knowledge that
you are but one of the many manufactured gears that
churn to operate the engine of acceptability.
Everybody expects this from you,
demands this from you,
like a debt that's about to go bad any second now.

It's confusing, it's irritating.

It's depressing.
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Haiku, Limerick, Zen, Mookuka And Other Fun Poetry / Re: Haiku Of The Day
« Last post by Mystic1 on July 22, 2014, 08:59 PM »
effortless
the gum tree leaves turn -
crescent moon
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Haiku, Limerick, Zen, Mookuka And Other Fun Poetry / Re: Haiku Of The Day
« Last post by Mystic1 on July 22, 2014, 08:58 PM »
July twilight...
memory deepens to blue
waiting for the moon
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Genuine Alley Poetry and Prose / Moth
« Last post by black_cross_rising on July 22, 2014, 05:31 AM »
Like a moth braving the storm
Frail wings battered by winds and rain
The green expanse seems infinite
For what gain do you throw your life away?

Every drop smashing against you
Like a maul wielded by the gods
The winds blow from the North like a razor
Feel the chills snake down your spine

For what gain do you throw your life away?
Do you honestly believe this meadow has an end?
What salvation lies beyond the mist?
For what gain do you throw your life away?

I do not understand, no, I cannot comprehend
Why you willingly oblige to this maelstrom
Is there a sweetness in the falling rain?
For I only hear the baying and the thunder

For what gain do you throw your life away?
For what measure of relief is it worth?
In your mindless pursuit of eternal life
You've forgotten what it means to live
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A-Friends Cafe / Re: Black History
« Last post by A-FRIEND on July 17, 2014, 04:29 PM »
Anybody see the common thread all through that last post? Can anyone demonstrate how that common thread is used in our day?

While you think about that (and I'll get to it later) check this out. You want to see just how white privilege works? Read the comment section.

http://www.dnainfo.com/chicago/20140715/downtown/man-spits-on-judge-slaps-her-calls-her-rosa-parks-police-say
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Genuine Alley Poetry and Prose / Copasetic
« Last post by Wordweaver on July 17, 2014, 12:51 PM »

Copasetic

I saw grandpa break a mule by not feeding
it for three days.  After that when called upon
to work that mule harnessed himself.
That taught me patience and how not to
enable stubborniss without breaking the
spirit.

Grandpa was self described as being a
Clug Fart;
short,  thick,  and plenty stout. 
He had the first back pack I can remember
by using a leather sling to pack a 500
pound load up a narrow stairscase.

He said the only way to substantiate selfishness
was to own the pot you piss in and the window
you throw it out of.
On rudeness he would say, if someone blows a
whistle in your ear and you don't stop it then
don't scream when it comes out the other side.

His theory on comportment was,  never go
any place you would not want to be seen dead.
On dating he would say, if you are  going to
chum for fish be sure they fit  your frying pan. 
Or my all time favorite about being greedy,
What breed of hog are you boy. 

When grandpa died 3 days after being hit
by a bus the doctor said he could have lived
ten more years beyond his 100.  But grandpa
was all about style and leaving life when he
was still able to live on his own. If asked about
this he would respond with the same answer he
always gave when asked how he was doing, 
Copasetic.

For you grandpa

Life is like an arrow that floats upon the wind
it always points toward you whenever it begins
life is like the sunrise peaking upon the noon
then drifts into the sunset ending way too soon
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Genuine Alley Poetry and Prose / Re: Your Company To Keep
« Last post by Wordweaver on July 17, 2014, 12:32 PM »
Elise, your horizons have expanded, I like it a lot.
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Genuine Alley Poetry and Prose / Re: the e"N"d word
« Last post by A-FRIEND on July 15, 2014, 11:50 AM »
I have no idea how I missed this for so long. It goes right to the point and describes the heinousness of how this words is used. I am grateful for this write and apologize for missing it so long.
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Haiku, Limerick, Zen, Mookuka And Other Fun Poetry / Re: Haiku Of The Day
« Last post by Mystic1 on July 15, 2014, 11:01 AM »
jammed in traffic...
finally the green light
exposes her lie
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