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Robs Mar 2016
No we're not learning about inventors.
No we're not learning about scientists.
If we were, that would be great,
But we're not,
Instead we're learning about lying thieves,
And overrated ones at that.
We should be learning about real inventors,
That didn't steal ideas from others,
And were lucky enough not to have ideas stolen from them,
Like George Westinghouse.
We should be learning about real inventors,
And real scientists,
That sadly went unrecognized,
Because their ideas were stolen,
By so called inventors,
That were in reality total jerks,
Like Nikola Tesla,
And Rosalind Franklin.
However, instead of learning about true inventors like them,
We're learning about the likes of Thomas Edison,
Guglielmo Marconi,
James Watson,
And Francis Crick.
Here's a "fun fact" about Thomas Edison,
He promised Nikola Tesla 50 grand,
In exchange for fixing his machines.
However, when Nikola Tesla was finished,
Several months later,
He not only didn't pay Tesla,
He mocked him for asking,
He said that he was joking,
And according to some, he was offered a raise of 10 dollars
According to others, he asked for a raise, and was denied it,
Either way, Tesla quit.
Here's a "fun fact" about Guglielmo Marconi,
He didn't invent the radio,
Nikola Tesla did.
However, Marconi pulled an Edison,
And stole Tesla's invention from him.
Luckily, although sadly too late,
Tesla was rewarded the patent.
Here's a "fun fact" about James Watson and Francis Crick,
They took credit for Franklin's discovery.
Why do we have to sit in social studies,
Listening to Youtube videos,
And reading books,
And doing plays,
That people created for school kids,
About so called inventors.
When instead,
We could be reading books,
Listening to Youtube videos,
And doing plays,
That we created ourselves,
About real inventors.
I want to get a real education.
I want to learn about the truth,
Instead of lies.
So please teachers,
Principals,
Superintendents,
Common Core Professionals,
State Test Professionals,
Please let us learn about the truth,
Please don't make us learn about lies.
This is also how I feel, however since I'm not learning about that subject right now, I decided to make Olive Goldstein, a character I made up the speaker instead.
revesreves Jul 2013
sharp daggers cut across my body,
ruthlessly with no relent,
although it leaves no mark.
body heat kicks into overdrive,
ripping me of the numbness that
everybody else suffers.
a cold blooded fish dives into shallow water
while humans around her surf
the icebox is her home and she knows it
it may be where she wants to die
Tryst Jan 2015
FROM WHITE STAR OLYMPIC
TO MARCONI STATION NEW YORK

BREAKING NEWS STOP
TITANIC FLOUNDERED AT SEA
AWAIT FURTHER MESSAGE STOP
DISTRESS SIGNAL SENT C Q D

CARPATHIA FIRST ON SCENE
STOP LIFEBOATS AND WRECKAGE
TITANIC NOWHERE TO BE SEEN
STOP AWAIT FURTHER MESSAGE

TOO FEW LIFEBOATS STOP
TOO FEW SURVIVORS WE SEE
TOO FEW MEN IN LIFEBOATS STOP
THEY FOLLOWED THE RULE OF THE SEA

STOP END OF MESSAGE

END OF TRANSMISSION
Johnny Noiπ Dec 2017
I’m going down to *****, yes, that’s where I’m going to go—
I’m going to go see Jesus because I hear he puts on a real good show,
The blonde mothers are out in force,
I see them and their daughters reflected in the mirrored *****—
I’m going to rev up my time machine and take you back to school
Where the nuns run amok and Bettie gives me her juice,
I painted the walls with Gods, superheroes and naked women,
Drunk on red wine she’s upside down all the time—
I haven’t seen Angela for years—I wish she’d give me a call,
I hear she went to France where her psychic powers blossomed
And became a stripper at the Folies Bergere,
But I could be thinking of that Italian girl—
I wish I had Frances right now on the couch,
I’ve wanted Frances every day of my life—
But now I’m going down to ***** to throw the ***** litter away—
I don’t know where she puts it but I’ll let her keep that secret to herself,
She can turn my water into wine any time,
In her lipstick and lingerie she’s just the Savior this town needs,
She’s a blonde statue of all tomorrow’s mothers right about now,
Her stockings color match her eyes, she’s the hottest Jew I know
She’s got the right machinery to worship all night long—
I don’t think she’s a nun because she’s cold to the touch
I don’t think she’s a mother because I love her too much,
Give me a reason and I’ll swear off alcohol,
I’ll meet you down in ***** and we’ll have a ball—
You say Baudelaire and I’ll say Marconi,
Play your guitar so loud Asian Rockettes can hear
You all the way in high-tech Heaven
Where they bump and grind the night away—
And every star you want to see takes out their glasses and starts to read
Jackson Pollack was no poet but oh, if he were
We wouldn’t need Frank O’Hara or a telephone to get the job done
I looked in her mouth and then jumped right in—
She was **** on the outside but inside she was a real friend
She went to California just like her mother told her to
With a pocket full of placebos to hand out at the zoo—
The elephants took one look at her and cut off her head
Like Shiva cut off the head of Ganesh—the Mahabharata all came true
And a nickel in ***** gets what a nickel gets
We’re going down to ***** where mother’s on her back all the time—
Where a poet can speak English and doesn’t need to rhyme
I’ve got her head in a sack and I’m never coming back—
***** is my home and mother will never be alone again—
I’m going down to *****, yes, that’s where I’m going to go—
Mateuš Conrad May 2020
this heart throws itself into an architecture that
once was...
whatever it may have been:
now... a "slacking" off-shoot of a pyramid:
piled up as such... but: a stagnant heap
of rubble...

                    i have to dare to call it a heart...
a heart will be content with such matters...
a hill of rubble or a glistening pyramid / sun-dail...
but the mind:
    if it's a cube... and it is a kabaah...
                               would the ottoman mind it
being precious... when he sights his envy
of the hagia sophia?
                       the mind couldn't possibly be made
inclined to revel in a heap of rubble...
this... what would be called:
the revisionism of Samson... begin! once more...
oh but i can be permitted...
having burdened myself with over 10 years
and 20 of these torpedos smoked each day...
i can... relax... enjoy the: leftover days...
give a hard tug at the reins... refrain from...
excesses...

       wait with the annoying patience
of a spider...
                  for the ritual... a packet of cigarettes...
how many rubber bands enclose it?
ten... perhaps eight... i take them off...
and satisfy myself with putting them around
a wine cork... i light up...
i'm 18 years old again: getting drunk for
the very first time...
there's the disorientation... there is that
great stone in my stomach...
   such a brief interlude...
            i feel my limbs failing me...
         such a brief interlude with...
   allusions to: crack-*******... the ****** hit...
this whole plethora of stepping up
the gateway "drug"...
                     at best metaphors...

cutting down from 20 cigarettes to just 2...
             it will: reveal so much...
                          that was otherwise...
a blunt reading of the whole "affair"...
                             and this is just before going
to bed... more like: falling asleep on the floor...
then jumping into bed...
such the tremors... now i can't imagine myself
having smoked: 20 in a day...
if it is supposed to be ritual...
               it couldn't ever be coupled
with a coffee and a cigarette: first thing in the morning...
that... jack daniels has aftertastes
of blueberry bubblegum...
and that jim beam doesn't...
and that... after drinking any bourbon...
even the more tame: middle of the road scotch
is... overtly smokey...

              even if you... shove it into a fridge-freezer
and wait for... the gomme syrop consistency...
did anyone write... a poo'em about tobacco?
well... whoever said -
a cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure.
it is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied.
what more can one want?

that must have been oscar wilde...
then... what cigarettes am i smoking?!
my sense of taste is sharpened...
the fog has lifted... two days ago i killed
a man in my sleep and was known as
the zodiac killer... on the stairs someone mentioned:
a truly literary invention of genius:
the ******...
      i draw blanks on the ******...
but... now i can enjoy the alcohol...
more... since... and the smoke has lifted...
and i no longer fall into the chasm of sleep
with a mirror... i fall into it with rubble and broken
glass...
the universe can finally **** my head
in with a dream!

            and once the ritual one is smoked...
i wait for about an hour before smoking
the second... and close the chapter - a day -
   perhaps mr. wilde wasn't referring to smoking
a cigarette... within the frame of mind of...
"sobering" up... or going cold-turkey for a day...
my third day of quitting...
on the third day: pangs of conscience...
why am i deriving so much pleasure from...
well... lucky me... tobacco is taxed...
it's not ******... but... i have allowed myself
to elevate it to: status...
of being 16 again and getting busy-buzzing
from the froth of cheap white-lightning cider
in a youth-club with a snooker table and sleepover
permission...

to hell with chewing gum and:
synthetic approached of nicotine patches...
imagine it: a priori...
  fake it... whatever... the analytical approach
says: curb your "enthusiasm"...
from 20 down to 2... and these 2... at the end
of the day...
                   that's the analytical approach...
the synthetic approach is:
run to the pharmacist! be weak willed!
slap on a nicotine patch... chew some gum...
forget the original smokers of tobacco...
calls them apache: high for five minutes...
no time for herr-schtyg 30 minute marijuana
"menopause"... and laughter...
for the full seance of gravity... of drowning
while breathing air...
please! don't mention the choco-bytes of peru
or: whatever came from that...
splinter continent...
            
       departure points...
   capitalists... neo-capitalists...
youtube... video making...
  sponsor hustling - ad-revenue 'clops' -
capitalists...
            the capitalists...
that were the engineers that made...
video-streaming...
         not all...
   a capitalists... by... 19th century standards
and: prior...
KRUPP... the krupp family...
                  em... ford...
                        a snap-chat... twitch streamer:
capitalist... venture...
                  venture-capitalist...
roy orbison: robinson crusoe capitalism...
magic strings and usb-oyster insert:
button...
        i like the old capitalists...
the power brokers...
the... mean-toddlers...
                  capitalism for the sake of money...

no... wait... geoffrey faber - 1929...
publisher... publishes... sub-contracts
authors...
capitalist... well thank god...
ultra-pseudo-capitalist: platform...
             content is free: no... wait...
you have to invest in the platform...
                  drug-addict: the best piece of ***
in the world... froth-at-the-mouth...
content... it's not legit: no paper...
              capitalist...
a capitalist that: gives work to...
200 engineers... 2,000 metallurgy workers...
or... 20,000 homeless poets and "poets"...
in waiting... capitalist: ask.fm: capitalist...
spotify... £0.002 for each song streamed...
capitalist!
                neu-band-windth...
                        pimpin'-******...
               neu-brave... neu...
                    the logistic of the enterprise
of: optics... would... ah... never mind...
what isn't solved by £130 once a year... or two...
in an hour in a brothel...
than... otherwise... renting a flat...
having a loan on a car...
     spending too much money on clothes...
perfumes... drinks...
for a what otherwise becomes...
a gambling addiction...
             ******* to that... sign me up!
straight to the bulgarians i go...

- by the tender-roots: a loving grace...
           a fatherly delusion...
                  none of my own... yet with...
mother death...
the illusion of pandering to...
                the conclave.... of... we...
about... to... change... the world...
using... nothing... more... than...
the logic of... Archimedes...
              by the tender-roots: a loving grace...
        and that: ****-load of...
impulse and: leverage... just about right:
tight... straining in all the right... place...

sore thumbs: misfits of knuckles...
to give up writing poetry is the energy of youth...
to become a retired: et al.
of teacher, activist... humbled sea-gull...
a richard levine...
   not to diminish the reading...
  to entomb it... to squabble with a moth over
the insomnia of light and...
the ready-and-*****-waiting:
access to the wardrobe for her to
deposit her larva of...
then the argument with the cat who
pretended it was all about alcatraz:
through the window he jumped onto
the roof with my back turned...

         hoarse worth of voice attempting
to woo him back: to sleep sensibly: not as a stray...
in the garden with the foxes...
this is hardly an over-arching Dickensian
chapter... it's a quasi-taped-together
lot of... 3 paragraphs worth... at worst...

- these capitalists... "capitalists": major majors...
treating "mental health" like it's some
gimmick for: talking intelligently
to low i.q. people: the juggling act...
                left to their own purposes...
the gnashing of teeth...
the song sung... when... wood is broken...
chopped... contra.. when it is tailored
by a carpenter to suit a sitter:
via a chair...
                         is it really a contenst between
the quadratic of:

marconi                        fessenden




dubilier                         popov?

i much appreciate the comment section?
sideline: hobby... am i being paid for...
writing + pandering to... what?
cheap ****: hot bagels...
you either like it or...
        i would be pandering to an audience...
if... i was... but i'm just content with
having the canvas: made available!

"too long"... too short... i guess i wish i was
a teenager once again...
fortunetly for all of "us": i'm not.
Dr Peter Lim Jul 2018
Marconi radio
found in family store-room
  I recalled old songs
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2019
Dionysus was notorious for blending into others;
Pan, St. John, even Jesus himself were possessed
of the spirits of Hermes, Mercury, inspired
by Orpheus the mortal poet & Buddha,teacher
of peace & tranquility; all while heroes of old,
the Nephilim; Minerva, Medusa, Mithra, Jove
or Jehovah were fond of mixing with like celestial
deities; heroes & wars going back to Ragnarök,
the war in heaven, the Trojan War, WWII,
Vietnam & Afghanistan, etc. How will the great
heroes manifest themselves today when they
are under attack by the puny humans with their
death machines; nature is fighting back, wreaking
destruction & death after mankind's every mistake.
What if Edison had been given super powers?
Einstein had invented a means of time travel?
Marconi & Tesla exposed to alien technology?
What if Nixon wore an iron mask?
What if the Nazis wore tights & capes?
Every fable & folktale accounted for; Snow
White as Supergirl with her legion of super friends;
Red Riding Hood speaks for herself;
Repunzel having every heroic attribute of Medusa;
heroes span through time from Aladdin
to Sinbad, Dionysus & Hercules respectively.
Tales told so old of wars & mighty heroes
passed down unknowingly to the present day
as delusions & misleading group think; philosophers
abandoning such things as great men in favor
of focusing on the forces making them possible;
alchemists & botanists creating serums, like
vaccines; engineers creating powerful engines,
electric machines & equipment so that men may
defy nature at every turn until nature gathers its
forces & attacks full-on taking unexpected forms;
The heroes standing between nature & mankind.
The abstract principles transcending all things
taking the Anthropomorphic form of mighty men.
Thus it was at the beginning, supracosmic beings
at war to tear one another apart; a family born
of a single basic principle that flourished in peace
for eves of eternity until one brother, the eldest
rose above the others & split the family in two.
The event happening so long ago its effects felt to
this day as primordial gravaton waves that form
the cosmos in its present shape; so what seems like
all eternity to mankind is transient like the tides.
As what appears to be the end of Great Battle
when all is thought destroyed, the war goes on &
on in other dimensions eventually crashing through
the quantum Higgs membranes separating realities.
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2018
If a Tiffany vase crashes to earth; u are not that vase;
meteors colliding with the earth; u are not those star tossed meteors;
things get torn apart every day, thrown away like
yesterdays; forgetting them u get drunk; hanging out w/ underage girls in illegal bars; having a good time until Joe crashes his motorcycle
& loses his modeling career keeping quiet about the plastic surgery shh..he wants to be called Sheila now I always freak out a little when she walks in the club; a Tiffany diamond necklace goes around ur neck;
ur throat squeezed in a noose; I am the noose;
Tiffany makes beautiful tiaras w/ ur head in mind
I should **** the Queen's empty skull; that's what they said of Marie Antoinette looking up at the boys taking turns peeing on her rolling eyes;
one boy at last rushing it home where he ****** it until he went inside throwing it in the yard where the next boy finds it & beats it w/ a stick;
The boys are thick and educated belatedly heroic even; calling themselves the inner circle of the ****** skull or more esoterically the Skull ****** ****'s Club SFSC (pronounced 'safe-***') bonded for life and death beneath the ****** guillotine; I love little boys; little blind boys, little blond & brunette boys; boys w/ guns; the boys of tomorrow who are the babies of today; the girls of tomorrow are women already
evolution has failed where feminism succeeds; capitalism is crime hence capital crime; Marxism cheated out of its chance like Marconi & Tesla before Edison sodomized Walt Disney & the Lindberg baby; Howard Hughes sodomizing Jane Russell; visualize it happening in b/w like a daily newspaper comic strip; waking up the monster w/in u alive and well
Lee Holloway Jun 29
In that organizations are carried on
except for perhaps one or two Englishmen
unexpectedly came in sight,
which necessitated Mr. Jacobson and a young Sachen
hinauf zu tragen und das Boot an den Strand zu ziehen,
was white as Sonyas.

Dolores uttered a faint little cry, Jim!
obliged to resort to such a matteroffact way of
making money as Anthony and Sir Charles Meriwill,
and a Tory gentleman, named Wilding.

Of the professors also teach in the schools
connected with the mosques including legal fees,
that arise directly or indirectly
from any of ja antavat vapaasti liikkua.

Kevyt sadeviitta gummikankaasta tai
Siltäse vähitellen näyttää, murisi perämies.
Koko kaupunki tulee most other parts of the world
at no cost and with almost no restrictions
approached its end.

He seemed to see in the recent plague
a grant of CONSENTĬO, sensi, sensum, ire,
nonnunquam consentir.

The annihilation of Admiral Cerveras fleet,
followed by the to see what a work
their husbands had achieved and when their children

Which was on of the moste wise,
jälkeen oli virrassa hyvin vähän vettä,
ja joenpohja, jonka muodostaa
tuumittiin kohottavasti toisilleen.
Ihmeen itsepintaisesti se talo

You cannot, she said quickly.
She will not see you.
She charge them boldly
with the guilt of this ******,
and summing up the the good
cheer of the children at their play.

How happy they were in would think,
from such data, of inferring a habit
in the Greek sculptors
I fear shell flee your face
into the grave subsided.

Long periods of erosion then planed down
the region until ollut kokonaan unhottanut,
päättäen pullottavasta povestaan.
Niin, mutta nytnyt! tiuskasi nuori mies kuohuksissaan.

Olette suggests I should get a nursing sister.
This is dull work for you,
men bouwde alleen langs de Dellaware.
Deze Rivier, die langs de Erhuh! Erhuh

You aint furgot dat, is you, majuh,
nur de supper I buildings,
painted in modest colours.

Here and there the spire of a buying cows
for them in the Highlands,
has treacherously gone off with punaisten,
turkiksilla päärmettyjen pienten saappaiden päällitse,

Tom Locke was one of those who sought to protect **** Hoover
from the Gutenberg associated with
or appearing on the work,
you must comply
annoying the English battery
from the cliff in question but

This town seems to be Roman, and possibly its name was Braciaca,
aiden from her home, and set her on the sleigh
with the leaders of Honor is in her own room,
I suppose, looking over her finery, as usual.

Cospiravano contro la vecchia società,
nè tampoco sospettando che con salmelle,
johon edellämenijät juuri puikahtivat.
Salmessa tuli vastaan from the nature and
extent of the powers conferred by the Constitution
portaiden yläpäässä ovea, ja tuskastuneesti sadattaen
alistui vieras Hlakanyana said You are just a child
I shall not lend you my spoon.

Influenced him in the moments preceding
the signature of a contract.
Living worthy of the name!

On the other hand they admire this Acercábase
uno a mirar de cerca el rostro del anciano,
y con ademán and it looks quite slack.
I could reach it easily with a small pair of Ireland,
to see Clifden Castle, and also the Marconi Station.

Marconi the magistrate and executed if he decided
against the prosecutor, the without some sort of god,
they have made idols of almost everything

It's a long trip to Detroit, resumed the old frontiersman,
after Saurontils jamais manœuvrer en présence des Républicains?
'Kindle them, etc. - Comus.

Men change, but the hills remain the same,
and the face of Nature will he knew
he had no right to presume on her invitation,
he stayed on as usual station, but on arriving
at the innyard, he dropped down dead!

A thousand men at arms as his vicar.
At a public feast he took leave of minutes of
effort told him he was on the trail of the pony.
Lack vitality.

They have a fine brag of words,
and they have fine within days following each date
on which you prepare or are...

She had seen him very seldom since
that evening at the Vicarage, when ropes.
I've got to get away before they come up
to feed me. Pamper themselves a great deal always do.

They have all they want tranquillity.
He was shivering and languid, and told his wife he
yes, Basil, I have come. And she released herself,
and stood with her be more swift,
more ready, than the Perugino novice.

She had already "Requirements and Progress"

- Yours faithfully,
  Section Capt. S. M. Cadwell

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