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sanders1665 · 7 months

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I had wondered too deep into the forest,

saw an eagle that had lost its wings,

with an old Lady who's torch flame had died,

at the footsteps to the church of high strangeness,

where a new god was being worshipped,

for the spirit of Animus had found itself a new bride.

The bark of the trees were rotting with green fungi,

it seemed the essence of the river had been poisoned,

the nature of the Mother was also tainted,

and her children cried her name in vain,

there were many birds squawking,

and my journey was labored by heavy breathing.

High above, the sun gave no warmth,

the giver of life went unnoticed,

as its rays usually led my way,

and frosty glares left me feeling colder,

my sense of purpose seemed confused,

and angry voices caused my equilibrium to bruise.

Poked, prodded and pushed by ancient tree limbs,

becoming dizzy with their insistence,

but resolute against their determined authority,

I resisted the obligation to bow in their honor,

seeking a path that was betwixt and between,

to be my own master and servant, not a serf to a king or a queen.

Words flew about the forest with accusatory sound,

viscous, condemning and filled with hatred,

looking for a target and easy prey,

hitting the naive mark without a shield for thinking,

screaming on my right and screaming on my left,

I could see their minds were blindly possessed.

I smelled the fragrance of two flowers,

but they had a hundred different aroma's,

and I became confused with their identity,

for their union had lost its purest sanctity,

natures original creation had been adulterated,

and absolute truth had deteriorated.

Within the forest I espied poachers,

skulking, scheming and scurrying,

helping themselves to the fruits of the trees,

and the hard earned labor of the farmers,

it seemed the wicked unfairly do profit,

while digging deep into an unsuspecting pocket.

There were barren fields with straw men walking,

waving their arms and seeking attention,

they had wandered off the path of focus,

and performed magic tricks with sleight of hand,

while some were being set on fire,

and their ashes would sink into the quagmire.

Down by the river, women had cleaned the hunters clothes,

some accepted their place by the river,

and others had expressed a vociferous desire to go hunting,

while some found their own unique craft,

with applause and respect from the villagers,

and some sailed into new frontier rivers.

Within the forest, a village stood for the high and low,

resentful cries could be heard from the needy,

as gluttonous eyes were met with caution,

and the shouts of the egalitarian were getting louder,

pitchforks were held aloft and torches were being lit,

the lazy and selfish were warring against the hard working and committed.

There was a standoff in the main thoroughfare,

the air was filled with shouting and fists held high,

banners were carried with personal truths on them,

one side shouted that your words hurt are feelings,

and the other side shouted that your words kill our feelings,

as stern looking men were looking to maintain the peace.

The village market had many stalls,

selling their cultural wares to the unsuspecting buyer,

the vendors proclaimed they had what was best for you,

if they were politely turned down,

they screamed with rage, calling you ignorant and bigoted,

I smiled graciously and said no in my head.

There was a members only club in the village,

and old men of tradition enjoyed their privileged lifestyle,

but the village fathers were looked upon with distaste,

envious eyes were looking to dismantle the club,

imagined enemies were sat at every table,

but the real fathers were culture and society.

Poisoned words were carried by the breeze,

and breathed in by the gullible dwellers of the forest,

cherished and defended with their lives,

for baby birds to be carried by their enchantment,

although my shield of truth offered much protection,

the thorny nettles of lies would sometimes taint my complexion.

So many had high horses charging at windmills,

and many had battered armor and broken lances,

as thin filtered visors had restricted their panorama,

deep in the forest could cause you much trauma,

there is beauty in the scenery, but some perspectives have an ugly point of view,

tainting the colors of nature in deep shades of blue.

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lastoneout · 9 months

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the whole guilt-tripping language in posts about important topics paired with how I'm still getting bitches in my notes talking about why it's actually good to tell "bad" people to kill themselves continues to prove to me that a lot of people have absolutely no concept of social justice or activism outside of assuming the worst of and then viciously attacking strangers on the internet

#the worst part too is this is just the logical conclusion of the hyper-individualistic society #that thrives on isolating us from each other and our communities #anyway pls get out and go volunteer to clean up litter or at the soup kitchen or something #y'all need to see that your actions can have both good and bad real world consequences #and also interact with people who share your values but come from different walks of life #and also how to organize with people you don't always 100% agree with #so yeah hang out at the farmer's market or smthn y'all really need to connect with your communities

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thewitchesbrewletter · 8 months

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What is Anthropology?

The word “anthropology” derives from the Greek and literally means “the study of man” or “the science of man”. But the “man” of anthropology was a special kind of “man”.

– Merryl Wyn Davies & Piero, Book – Anthropology: A Graphic Guide

#anthropology #basics of anthropology #study of man #primitive man #society/community #graphics

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tygerland · 1 year

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Marsha P. Johnson, co-founder of Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries, at a gay rights demonstration in Albany, New York, March 14, 1971. Photo by Diana Davies.

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thearchmanofgreenfield · 7 months

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Me when I hit that Creative high at 1.00 am in the morning and come up with the greatest story ever conceived...

And then... by the time I wake up... I've FORGOTTEN ALL OF IT.

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thepeacefulgarden · 3 months

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Self-care is great, but the truth is, it only goes so far.

#kindness #compassion #community care #you matter #family #friendship #found family #we live in a society #activism fatigue #compassion fatigue

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the-end-society · 8 months

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themaskedlady · 14 days

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reportwire · 2 years

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Nobel Peace Prize awarded to activists from Belarus, Russia, Ukraine

OSLO, Norway (AP) — This year’s Nobel Peace Prize is going to jailed Belarus rights activist Ales Bialiatski, the Russian group Memorial and the Ukrainian organization Center for Civil Liberties, the award’s judges said Friday. Berit Reiss-Andersen, chair of the Norwegian Nobel Committee, said the judges wanted to honor ”three outstanding champions of human rights, democracy and peaceful…

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#a #article_normal #awards #civil liberties #Community #General news #Human rights #Human Rights/Civil Liberties #n #N/A #political #Political/General News #society #Society/Community

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bacchuschucklefuck · 6 days

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while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

#fantasy high junior year #fhjy #riz gukgak #figueroth faeth #sklonda gukgak #dimension 20 #this. mmmmhhh this is so. I did Not know how to draw this really.#I am very normal about riz (<- lying)#it's a brennan-dm d20 campaign the bad guy is always capitalism (I am saying this with clenched teeth)#riz out of all of them being aroace fucks with me SO bad. bc its also established that elmsville specifically and probably the #majority of solace is not. made for goblins. and that becomes sklonda being worked to the bone and pok dying on the job #and riz spending all his time trying to keep his friends together. maybe to the point of it being injurous #like. do u get what I mean. its an economy of time it takes your time it eats up your time #not just the gukgaks but everyone you have to spend time to get to live and you don't have a lot of time left in a day #and you have to spend it carefully. you have to prioritize #you're somewhere without an established community and companionship is bought with your time spent working #this place doesn't take care of you. at the end of the day who do you have who'd prioritize you. do you understand me #the evolved aroace loathing where if your friends and family are granted more time nobody would have to choose. we live in a society #holds ur hand we live in a society. idk if Im making any sense #anyway . uhhh riz is my favourite that's my statement thank you for listening. au revoir

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queerism1969 · 1 year

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sanders1665 · 11 months

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Twenties, I'm living in the twenties,

where a social media app. is a valuable commodity,

and the youth shout out their preferred identity,

while traditional values are becoming empty,

twenties, I'm living in the twenties,

where words have changed to soften the blow,

and the safe space is the hip place to go,

creativity has become numb and artificial,

and future predictions are still abysmal,

contrary opinion is now hate speech,

and the lived experience is something to preach,

with rising numbers in depression, rejection and suicide,

and the lack of ambition demands a free ride,

swiping right for a good time,

rising body counts seen as a victimless crime,

alas, wedding bells no longer chime,

hedonistic youth boast of the new paradigm,

entertainment is remade and re-imagined,

with history constantly being re-fashioned,

and the new celluloid heros no longer suffer,

innate perfection has made them much more tougher,

so many children without fathers,

single mothers never get flowers,

masculine role models have now become anathema,

today's children filled with trauma,

twenties, I'm living in the twenties,

I ponder these things as I'm getting old,

how did life become so brutal and cold,

whatever happened to moms apple pie,

because traditions and values have become lies.

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rapturepoetry · 22 days

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i'm never a priority

i'm never someone's reason for waking up

the giver, never the taker

never the taker, always the asker

i ask for time

i ask for patience

i ask for comfort

i'm never a priority

never the taker

never the reason

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sparrowsrandomthoughts · 17 days

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According to society I’m old enough to have a crush on a boy but not old enough to know if I like girls

What a stupid age to be

#sparrowsrandomthoughts #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #aroace #lesbian #lgbtq problems #pride #aroace pride #lgbtq community #aromantic #asexual #society #lgbtq pride #genderfluid

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tygerland · 1 year

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The International Space Station was passing over South Africa when this image of the Earth was captured by French astronaut Thomas Pesquet, 5 September 2021. The orange band is made up of sodium atoms left behind by meteors entering our planet's atmosphere.

#stardust #life #technology #dark #community #naturecore #science #photography #astronomy #space #africa #lights #culture #society #academia #earth #travel #stars #humanity #inspiration #📚

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ganjalifestyle · 4 months

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Strawberry Cake 🎂. Happy New Years y’all

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