muck

life is fine right now, thing are in place and not, at the same time, there is a shell, but i’ll do fine without, little do i know, is little to know about me, i have figure out that i have a lot to owe myself, a lot to say, little to really ask for but, i can get through i tell myself as others also do, i like it that way.

KIDDING MY LIFE AROUND

THIS IS FAIR, JOKING IN THE SKY
CLOUDS FALL
GUISE
JOKINGLY ASKING FOR HOPE, LOOKING FOR A MOP
GETTING DIMES
HUNTING FIELDS
FARTHER UP THE STREET LIES MY HEART
ITS BEATING AGAIN
DAMN, HURT
FILING CABINET, SOUR COAT
EAST VILLAGE, LOVELY

huh?

i think i can change the world
the world, as it exist
grows into the unimaginable

the person with a watch
tells everyone the time
as it means something to him
but to her, the deed is as much as undone
to say thank you

only to run away that second
you have really failed to tell the time
the story is that, if you know what others dont
your rhetoric and process shall prevail

you’ll pay for a higher education
but a knight was born into his skill
“i had to convince others to die”

patriotism is the exception to morals
where those you dont see are worth more to those who aim at you
two clicks

spell doom, preparing death for others
never to be remembered, only direct moments from those who try to pass away

i can sit here and tell you how to live

but they will still not know

the difference between, transpositions and polyrhythms and alogrhythms

minds as they work the way they do
i cant piece together the thought that i will never
be what id rather be
we always want change
when its cold wed rather be naked on the beach

summers spell the cast of my refreshments and to touch for thirst
rule over lions
waiting time, is still time lost

a martyrs love for integrity
with his skin as a shield
eyes as portals and lips as rewards his touch for discovery

i dont think i want to worship things like god, a poem

this place is crowded, my coat grim

i have left my strangers in a revolt

so i shed light on truths and understand everyone i meet

please, just sit back and seduce your self until you believe that life is still, and that it will self serve you the lush you deserve

crown a leader and minimize your daughters, save the dog

save your neighbors

just say paradox has its own terms when rules don’t apply in paradox

so take off, take flight, your robe falls off in public

and if you don’t believe

you know you have already bought into your beloved idea of the truth

listen to thoughts hassled in subconscious lies to obscure

cured to a t

i am a culture, i grow where the dead lays

as sharp as these letters, the living is sheltered as feelings aren’t now emitted

until you insist that poem work

like dagger to the world and sway waters

as bug crawl upon moss, for me

ill grow into who i need to be

where my wants are as justice as a whale, to the sea

Nature vs Nurture: The Power of Society

below is a paper i am trying to finish, its bullshit/i  am bullshiting the essay, its grade eleven s/a/p

note i am 18 years old and not so bright, i am good at the maths

“The ideals behind the “Nature vs Nurture” debate is pinpointing the factors that control or decide the outcome of our personality among others factors that effect our life and society. As both sides ultimately guide these ideals, beyond any reasonable doubt the facts that surround “Nurture” must be brought to the forefront of answering these questions. The examples that will prove this statement include, the facts behind nutrition and how it has changed, the outcome and findings of many Feral children and factors in environments and which we live in. From this we can absolutely decide that Nurture is the greater answer for these questions.

First and foremost the ideas that encompass the nurture theory include change, throughout our history, obviously things has changed. Such as diet, since the inception of agriculture; according to Loren Cordain it is accepted that, agriculture introduced a variety of new vegetables and foods, that drastically changed the way metabolisms work. For instance the Paleo Diet; which debates that the food that is made for us in present was and isn’t made for the body that was paved for us through years of hunter-gatherer ways of living as so, in present day the introduction of diseases such as stroke, obesity, dementia, acne, or diabetes were the way of humans adapting to change of overall diet and standard of life.Thus changing the way humans grow and develop as such the life expectancy of those in palaeolithic (before the inception of agriculture) times was 16 oppose to modern day, are extreme comparisons. That is to say, that the genetic make up of how human beings, are easily changed and like so, other qualities of humans may also be altered even drastically as stated.

Secondly, the instance of many feral children are as objective as it can become, as the idea of being raised in a certain society dictates the mannerism and the personality of a person; is no different as being raised in a distinct country and growing up feeling patriotism towards that certain country. Another occurrence is the aspect of languages in accordance to feral children as language involves physical barriers. As many feral children do not learn to the concept of speech. As the complexity of the brain influence the way we learn, what we learn is deemed more important as the process of becoming your own person is a long term and more critical opposed to the genetic make up of our brain.

Lastly is the idea of Nurture itself, as Nature involves the imprint of our DNA, Nurture is the concept of a process that is ongoing throughout a person’s life, that ultimately shapes the way humans behave. The more long term effects of what your are exposed to as a child. The media and images brought to you as a child, are different to those of ancestors thus according to Perry (2002) “When the child has adverse experiences — loss, threat, neglect, and injury — there can be disruptions of neuro-development that will result in neural organization that can lead to compromised functioning throughout life”.

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im not ok -a somewhat intensive and sporadic look into myself and those around me

1.today i walked into the darkroom at school, i wish i didnt 2.be our own hero

hey jennnz hahah

my brothers are funny
they literally just argued for two and a half hours, on and on
one thing after another

what is guy to do?
i am listening to, too much j holiday

wish i was in austin texas

so long and good night

things i want

when i wake up, i imagine myself in a dream, walking through life easily. i have long hair and i can talk to anyone i please. today i took an hour to walk to my school and i stared at the floor

i have bad posture and people are tall to me. the library at my school reminds me of my bedroom i once had when i was nine, it was dusty and cramped. young pubescent girls look at me as i am a bum because that is nearly what i tell them. i try to make them feel four years old, because that is what they deserve, they will never meet a person like me, and that makes me feel giddy and rude.

teachers ask me about the future, i tell them my future and the actual future, you know of the society. one is nice the latter is uneventful and lacks of passion, lust and also the feeling that is left in the bottom of my thighs.

i walk home all sixty minutes of it and i feel like waking up and imagining myself.

forget your feathers

looking for a place on earth a place to be free you and i have dreampt of such an idea our brains

“Black Art”-imanu amiri baraka

an ode to black history, i think we have got to reflect and remember the struggles that we continue to ignore today, we have got to look past the president and look into our peers; equality still will never exist, unless we let it live in between ourselves and in our mannerism, from the words we speak to the shoes on your feet, change the world, change yourself, write a book and look for the answers you seldom seek, im stupid-Timothy Limsana

(here’s something to read)

Black art

Poems are bullshit unless they are

teeth or trees or lemons piled

on a step. Or black ladies dying

of men leaving nickel hearts

beating them down. Fuck poems

and they are useful, wd they shoot

come at you, love what you are,

breathe like wrestlers, or shudder

strangely after pissing. We want live

words of the hip world live flesh &

coursing blood. Hearts Brains

Souls splintering fire. We want poems

like fists beating niggers out of Jocks

or dagger poems in the slimy bellies

of the owner-jews. Black poems to

smear on girdlemamma mulatto bitches

whose brains are red jelly stuck

between ‘lizabeth taylor’s toes. Stinking

Whores! we want “poems that kill.”

Assassin poems, Poems that shoot

guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys

and take their weapons leaving them dead

with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland. Knockoff

poems for dope selling wops or slick halfwhite

politicians Airplane poems, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . .tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuh

. . .rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . Setting fire and death to

whities ass. Look at the Liberal

Spokesman for the jews clutch his throat

& puke himself into eternity . . . rrrrrrrr

There’s a negroleader pinned to

a bar stool in Sardi’s eyeballs melting

in hot flame Another negroleader

on the steps of the white house one

kneeling between the sheriff’s thighs

negotiating coolly for his people.

Aggh . . . stumbles across the room . . .

Put it on him, poem. Strip him naked

to the world! Another bad poem cracking

steel knuckles in a jewlady’s mouth

Poem scream poison gas on beasts in green berets

Clean out the world for virtue and love,

Let there be no love poems written

until love can exist freely and

cleanly. Let Black people understand

that they are the lovers and the sons

of warriors and sons

of warriors Are poems & poets &

all the loveliness here in the world

We want a black poem. And a

Black World.

Let the world be a Black Poem

And Let All Black People Speak This Poem

Silently

or LOUD

-Imanu Amiri Baraka, 1979