Best Standardization Poems

I'm filled with anticipation, in a new location of accomodation. There cannot always be acceleration or innovation, some times you just need relaxation and rotation. So take note of this notation, my medication; we don't need sedation or starvation of recreation, only exploration of rejuvenation....

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it is complete -- 
protestations of the existentialists notwithstanding --
the end of history.
Science is here. 
slammed over me.

and everywhere
the necessity of Standardization.
in my labor 
and in my thought
Capitalism dictates.

efficiency is the new God,
except for the God-people themselves of course
who experience choice
and embrace the Absurd
as i...

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I have not ceased—
I have not.
The things of the past
Do not rot, do not decay,
But I have not ceased—
I have not.

Once the pitchfork's prongs
Did so deafeningly twang,
I shriveled and cowered,
And found myself prancing
With the headless chickens.

Beneath the naysayer's feet
Are six cockroaches:
One for good luck,
One to...

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Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era

(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee

vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati

eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common...

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the martyrs' dream remains unfulfilled,
we race toward immortality,
not having learned to live,
      searching for succinct sentiments,
      find only engineered impediments,
more to being than just becoming,
      implement steps for resistance,
movement a...

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It is in the petty dribble of officialdom
the authoritarian contempt
snarls it’s canine hate of standardization

Vindictive in the files of paperwork
the red tape cold blooded ribbon 
of your demoralisation

Faceless, emotionless
regurgitated institution
the implacable tax on being human

Each printed facet of a fascist regime
a suckling vampire at the...

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In the silent sanctuary of melancholy, a stir is born,
The flow of consciousness streams like a river from the depths of creativity,
Where each soul finds its unique, unsearched significance,
And yet, defeated by the irony of fate, the individual relinquishes their sacred right,
To take all that...

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