Thinly Veiled

Tactfully tenebrous tentacles
Knotted crepuscular threads
Twisting light intangible
Rays fall upon dead

The curves of the plot
Familiar, Enthralling
Cathodes calling
Soliciting desirous thoughts

All your versions
Dispersions of the truth
Enrapture and capture

But one knows they can't participate
In a world so disparate
And so lets reality dissappate
To a ribbon of 8mm tape

Strangling the base of the brain
With catchphrases and tropes
Faux pain, simulated rain
Tangles angels of hope
At once Ouroboros
Swallows its tail
Feeding on the past
Baiting the trap of tomorrow

It's a hit
Vitrified eyes of glass
Just a bit of a hit
Static friction can't be bypassed

To reach into the magic box
So I could buy the the newest truth
The waves seeping out stops
Progress toward proof

A mirror displays all this
Dismays yet empowers
A dopppleganger with optic loses
All the problems but success is present
Every hour on the hour
Happiness sucked from the right side of the glass
As though it had left
Through a semi-permeable pass

Conservation of mass ceases
Of gazebeam oil from concentrate
Observation for no reason
And still the oculars gravitate
Thoughtlessness eases
To be enraptured by vervain
Destroying thought innate

A little black box
Trapping eyes into its folds
Apothic cillia blind
From the parasitic grip on the mind

Her mouth speaks but never tells
Of the dross filled limestone wells
Hidden, the pearl of wisdom dwells
Sequestered in the deepest cove
Where ne'er the deepest diver dove
It's pearl of wisdom:
that there is none

Mind amongst glacial emotion

Rifting
Sifting
His thumbs through pages
Apocryphal words of sages

Foretelling
filling
His mind the source
To unlock recessed doors

Rifling
Stifling
Thorough fiery rages
Consuming pyrophage

Inquiry
Conspiracy
His mind moves through lore
For secret repressed in their core

Drifting
Lifting
The memories push back
as fire bursts forth

Rising
Climbing
Fury channelled to a boil
Scorching blood to a vitreous oil

Scrying
Prying
To calculate attacks
Freeze to the forth

Exposing
Imposing
New weakness
New rifts

Chasms
Spasm
Like a mafic orgasm
On a flickerwhisp whim

Frigid
Rigid
Crystallized
his mind shan't bend

Presence
Sentience
All in the mind

Invoke
Wand strokes
are power combined

Sticks
Stones
Don't char bones

Wicker wand
Cast upon
Utterance of words that hurt you

Speak
Purge
Cleansing with fiery verbs

Chant
Incant
A chill of coolant

Ice
Precise
Renders all aloof

Vocal expectorations
Rapid Animation
Feeling and Ire
Intellectual Manipulation
Frosted soul
A heart of fire

Stats Notes

Probability defines divinity
For even the gods.
A possibility
Parameters of proximity
Of the diameter of a dark cloud
Pentameter and inferences
Proud,
Rattle your innocence
Vowed
To battle dominance and divisions unseen
Demons, darkness and doubt unclean
Clearing heartless pinpricks careen

Photons and the packeted pocket
blast back and forth to relay to optic nerves
to display the artist
To delay the decay of the waves that started
Frequency, resets, from the crest to the troff
It serpentines, besets me with sensory from arches
Reflecting
Projecting
The Truth that all saw
Inspecting
Connecting
With our new inquisitive, derivative unlimited mind
Uninhibited
Diminishes the darkness of the time
The spark-ness of rhymes
Illuminate your eyes with a book
Never imitative all completely illustrative
The sight of a book

Desert

Deep in a desert
Dessicate and desolate
Deep dark dirt
De-elevates and devastates

Deep Dark down in the dirt
Detritivores devour
Different doors to de-power
Dreams drowning in dirt

Dire the desire
to disassociate from the desperate
Disparate distanced dungeon
Deflate this' distance
Deviate denizens from dour depress-ed doldrums.

Disband the Djinn's hand
Then disc-scan the dirt dam
Descend the Dark Den
Then dispense to dispose of
Dark dessicate deserting dross
Determined to dry from dawns
To dismal doleful-lit dusk
Detritus to detritus
Dusk to dusk

Deal with the dirt
Deep dark and dry
'Den I drift out
To a deserted sky
Disillusioned that in decades the dirt shall be I.

Wordsmith

A Wieldy Wordsmith
With wiry like words
Which whir past.

Wizened Wayfaring Wizards
Who wear white wispwillow locks
Wintry- wisdom of worlds
Wait in the wings, to walk with

Wise men, who will the Whether
Weather, warm, cold or otherwise
Never can they sever, what threads of Fate tie
So sew, forever, their eyes fixed on the sky

The wordsmith weilding wrought Wolfram
Winding his will from
Watt to watt, Wire to wire
Winding a web of written fire

With, without
Words write what we are,
Who we'll be, without a doubt
Words write Earth, Moon, Stars
What we see, why we bout

What world is this?
Describe, prescribe
What happens on the otherside?
The flip of the script
Cycling pages
Rich written reflections
The sundry stories of ages
And ages of stories
As diction imitates life
And life gives diction glory

The Wordsmith
The Wizards
Wander wondering
Whether they write the Weather
Or the weather writes them

Haiku

White wispy and wild

Rising Falling like the tide

Sudden, disappears

Waterfalls (out of the sky)...

With a rush of air
a jet of cloud
A rainy prayer
Answer'd now

With life anew
a river springs
Sight is true
A delivered thing

Like drops of rain
on amber glass
My eyes explain
The stormy past

I sew a cloak
and sow my field
I reap the oak
and wield the shield

My arms flux to my falling leaves
as rain's touch feels the walking trees
I know nothing but that I am one with thee
And my mind runs back to see outside the trees

Forest forcibly thrust from the field
frenzied, fervent growing
Their roots field
And search for knowing

One with the earth
like child and womb
In the sky we are birthed
And moved to the tomb

And I saw that earth's tendrils
had risen up from the ground
And I, Rainclaw Teldrils
Had envisioned the Earthsound

He had paid a great price
for his newfound unity
He was fated to nourish the rice
And serve the earthen community

And Rainclaw, the Spiritcaller
saw through the rainfall
All these things
And continued to dance
and sought to realize his being

To speak to the wild
as provider for all
Was why he had made rainfall
And he was Gaea's child

So with pride like a lion
Oak beside him
Raincaller Rainclaw's
Body, one with the trees
My essence, too, join'd
to the forest and sky

Like water flows out of the earth....

Purpose

Perfect for my purposes
This pen and this pad
Plural penstroke purges
Poisonous phosphorus plaid

Patterned and plain
Photographs playback on popping phonographs

Like penstrokes on a page
Previously purveyed in
Passing pottery
Plied back and phorth
A perfect Pi (r)(r)
of perfect Pi (r)(r)umference
Pities Pythagoras, Plato and Pliny's
Phlawed physical Phorms.
Phrom Delphi to Phillippi
People must pass away
The Phonograph perpetually plays.

Plato phlesh is pheast to phive hundred potatoes
Phor phlora and phauna pheed on pharoahs
Perpetually phasing photographs pass like photonic projections
Phonographically practically practicing progress pragmatically
Placing, replacing particles phrom the body Politick
Particularly the phew with parts problematic to the promotion of popular progress for the plurality

Phast they phlust out
of physical phlesh
To power photosynthesis

People phear passing
but passing
is to join a part of everything
A perfect circle
Perfect for my purposes

Sunburn

Upon the ignition
I ponder cognition
Of worlds distant,
Imprisoned within
A layer of skin

Now alight, and unfroze
The skin metamorphose
Into a sight, to those without
There is no doubt
That slowly it's peeling
But beneath the burn
Something is learned
As viscera chars
Leaving no simple scars
What is left is an absence
Of a prison within
Bidding my fare well
To a recidivist's shell upon which
My mind is returning
Sunburning
Flames embellish my yearning
For learning by slowly ever turning
To gear toward learning
Of the freedom of discerning
The within from the outside
In rolls forth a turgid bubbly tide
It reaches the beaches leaving something behind
As gears grind ashen skin,
Ashen skin the sea brought in this swell
My liberation has arrived

Seafoam sea and saffron surf
Spark symbolic sovereignty
scintillatingly I smile at the salience of my sunburn

Less than 3

2 < 3
+ so 2, is 1
I times 3
as 2 stare at the Sun

1 light comes on
As 2 H bonds
Giving light 4 I + U
He 2 plus, MeV given off from 2

2 is love
and 1 is 2
Therefore I +U
are 2

U+Me are We
+We is always <3
<3 = 0, 2
<3 = 1
<3 = 1.(9) over U (<3 =/ 0,2,)
<3 = done doesn't add up to God)

Where U are assumed to be whole
Irrational, fractional
passionate souls
Tactical, Graphable
This 1 algebraic relationship is old

Something is absent
an X or a Y
As 2 race through tangents
Of the 2 + I

And no prodigious F
(MA) B with Me
Of course,
Because that F <3.

Challenging Interpretational Models (Survey)

The ideas that leak from the base of my pen
Have no more substance than the products of any fissure
Though they be decorated with faux intelligence and zen
They pale in both meter and measure
To the concept of now and the concepts of then

Any single thought
Put to word
Can never express
All the things
That thought
Inferred

It can never reach
Through the ocean of self
Nor ever teach
How to reach
A higher metaphysical shelf

No structure of rhyme
Or meter of time
Will ever bridge that gap
No one will ever read this map

None shall see
the place I be
For I am I
As you are you
Not for lack of try
without division
make one from two.

And no matter how divided
And forked like lightning
Mine has been decided
As my mind's mine fighting
To shine lustrously lighting
Upon souls, refining
Every possible ore
Or aura responsible for divining
My truths for
The rest but undying
Is that the veritable violet veins
of pulsing precious product, undenying
That upon climbing from the cyan cave
It will be altered in every other mind.

Though my metaphors are mine
No other idea will be in time
So as I decline into mine
I realize that no rhyme, rhythm, beat nor time
Will reflect what I have in mind

Shamanism

What I've written with my pen are unmitigated words
As i rip it with the pen every lyric that ya heard
Austere and sincere everysingle verb
like a blur or a flash you're assimilated fast
into in articulate sickle thin rhymes predicated on the cash
on guns, like jet li im the one
I only spit from the tongue
hotter than volcanic magma people beter run
like vesuvious it flows form my orifice of prose
I'm the grooviest and moving mister misstresses and bros
from the town as i bound from the crown of mt kilauea
fuji to st. helens im a lyrical soothsayer
shaman bombin ant better lyrical attack no common rhyming common timing neo pluralistic crap
frequency of speaking trees don't comminucate to saps
on my lap is a drum that will make the spirits hum
by my boots is a flute that makes apparitions scoot
to my aft is a staff that will help with my craft of my totemic polemic against unsophisticated raps
a pandemic endemic to the entire map
healing waves healing chains bringing knowledge to the brain
of psychology ontology through incremental rain
to a plane of nourishment empiricists full of existential bane
educated disputatious and creative poems are the dance for the rain we need to water our homes
in my dreams I have seen on my elemental vision quest a mask with a task
tellin me i must finish next fertilize the soil to renew and regenerate
after toil without spoil you'll be able to delineate good from the bad
and then wont nobody imitate
like weeds tryin to replicate and propogate the fullest
I feed with originality
the tree of the ages he decreed my individuality
be us to spread the seed of the sages
a magus in emerald and paisley blue raiment
took a look in sheer and utter amazement
revived and alive for all time the spark that set the prairie fire extinguished by the waters of the mind

Peer Through Mists

I peer through mists
That shroud what's real
This light now risks
To cloud what I feel

The phantasm shade
Of illusory arcana
Has urged and forbade
My entrance to realms untamed

While holy and serene
This cloud upon which I reside
Is nothing more than a dream
Still, I can't decide

Should I go back to sleep
And live my days
In a slumbering, deep apophantic haze

Awake, the ground strikes me as hard
The sight, the sound, equally worthy of discard

Both present their ills
In the clouds, far from grace
And in the land of earthen hills
A wholly unfulfilling place

In the sky, I never gaze the truth
As the earth is tangible
The fall
A loss of the innocence of youth
Or waking to pain more gradual

As it stands, I choose to float
If I reach terra firma
I shall reap what my illusionment has sown

Take that DC

As unibeams issue from his chest
Pistol rounds leave the rest
With antigravity boots
He flies above depravity's noose
And repulsor rockets
And beams from optics
Reveal all as nothing

Adamantium claws
And post antebellum caws
Wish for days now gone
As flames jet on

And yet he feels so unmarvelous
His pyrokinesis
Controls nothing but the defeatists
While elitist mutants
Seek to undo
Everything he hopes to make

His vision of a perfect land
Where the different join hands
Will never be met

His impenetrable skin
Never lets any one in
As he teleports from home
through dimension of brimstone

He will never find it
As he crawls through night
Swinging skyscraper from skyscraper
never seeing the light

And even while his touch brings charge
He's the only one, the only card
And the havok he wreaks
only merits Banshee's shrieks

His malleable cell structure
can never puncture
But still he can't cipher
Apocalypse from Stryfe orjavascript:void(0)
Sinister from Juggernaut
No gem of Cyttorak can be bought

For any price or any fee
He'll never handle cyclon- B
No ever will he
breathe in fields of mustard gas
As once he breathed in Pompeii's ash

Nor will he save the day
For himself he can't save they say.
Any Timely he will never be
An unmarvelous is he

Venom

Venom of verdigris
Vexing and verdantly
Violence made verbally
Drains vampirically

Feeding of lost vivacity
It siphons vigor
With unmeasured tenacity

Its scales shield not
From rend and rot.
A maw of ravening hungering

Spraying sulfuric serum
Like brimstone irridium
Knowing only death and decay
Sustaining life by taking away

Nascent in morality
Caring only for self
the face of brutality

Only a matter of convenience
is right and wrong
Self takes supervenience

Day after day
Decay chips away
at vivacity and hardened scutes
acid-y selfish ego rendered moot

As mandibular ligaments
Inject thanatos
To consular figments
and create morose

Stretching wider
to fulfill its desires
Unawares of the divider
Of frying pan and fire

Pyres of viscera ecru
Conflagrate and Immolate
Scales of untruth

Fallout peels back
Epidermal membranes
As the flesh scarred black
Replaced with platelet filled grains

Interdependence
Now shown with a vengeance
The effect of spittle
That disputatiously whittled
Predator as well as prey

Though only through affliction
Could they find benediction
And as scabs slough from skin
Melting away intrinsic concerns from within

Outwardly focused locus of hide
To shield those without
And defend all those outside

Quixotic

Anda Rocinante
Anda al cielo
Vamonos Rocinante
Para calentar mi corazon del hielo

Anda a la luz que brilla en mis ojos
Por, estoy loco

Los sueños imposibles
son piezas teribles
Del mundo sin la realizacion
De la posibilidad de una bella reflexion

Miro en el espejo
Estoy solo
Porque en mi espejo
Ausencia lo dice todo

Anda Rocinante
Anda al espejo
A Dulcinea, Rocinante
Para reparar mi reflexion

Dentro la imagen
Que llamo mi reflexion
Sueños imposibles, desaparecen
Que triste, en mas de una dimension


Ride Rocinate
Ride to the skies
Let us go Rocinante
To warm my heart of ice

Ride to the light that shines in my eyes
For, I shall die

The impossible dream
are terrible shards
of a world without the realization
Of the possibility of a beautiful reflection

I look in the mirror
I am alone
Because in my mirror
Absence says it all

Ride Rocinante
Ride to the mirror
To Dulcinea, Rocinante
To mend my reflection

In the image
I call my reflection
Impossible dreams disappear
How sad, in more than one dimension

Elephant Ghost

A
light
Most bright
Shines upon a plague
Of men who fight
Trapped with no 2nd sight
They reach further away from right
They do not penetrate darkness
But through abstraction, dogma grow heartless
Our tale ends the distraction and artifice
For we draw into the light
The vampires no longer needed 3rd sight
Creatures burn who fight
The shining bright
To be most light,
Right
Ω

Ayuda

The world is a land
Full of problems
No one gives a hand
In trying to solve 'em
so i invite you to fix all 'em


I however am guiltiest of all
Waiting for their untimely fall
I have never answered the call.
i aint no better than the rest of y'all
this shit confuses me, brings my brain to a crawl
this problem's just way too tall

Blessed be the meek
For they shall inherit the earth
They are truly not weak
They give to their last pennies to the church
As their roofs leak
And their bare feet hurt.
realizing they are not livin far from dirt
while all remain inert
until they become some kinda perp

so i give you this referral
instead of buyin them diamonds and pearls
try and help the world
dont buy that ice from down in sierra leone
spend more on your neighbors than your chrome
maybe buy a cheaper home
instead of that mansion in rome



For righteousness is truth
Try it the feeling of kindness shall soothe
Honesty, and love for thy neighbor
Then you shall reap the fruits of your labor.
So I will leave you all with a thought
Before they rot
When you can
Help your fellow man.

THE Epic (Preface-Part III)

As a sidebar, I've grown a bunch since HS

I just felt compelled to post a bulletin on how much i love you all!!! sure some of you people can be dicks, assholes and bitches but i still love you like Courtney Love's heroin. cool pun there, huh? I also love sleep but it escapes my volatile,atavistic mind. My brain is in a constant state of natation. Redding up the cobwebs from its darker recesses. Decompartmentalizing the mental. Decomparting the compartments. Dealing out the D.E.A. and their D.E.A.-ing. Figure out what that means and get back to me if you think you know what occupies my mind. Now for a fun thought:

Life seems different.

What is that about? I think you all may know but alas I'm just having a really intellectual experience and do not reside in the different space. Whats the beginning of time and the end of the great?

More fun riddles, what can make you happy? i really am unsure of the answer as it is different for everyone. but go have a flow experience and perhaps you will feel it. If you dont, dont blame me. Actually i think im going to to someone something that should elicit some response of some sorts. Perhaps I'll like it and perhaps i won't. But its not whether you win or lose but how you play the game. This should have been a blog and it still may but I am so elated right now and the level my vernacular exemplifies the stratification between my normal mood and the extremely high echelon of emotion egressing my heart to your ears.

Blessed are the beautiful, for they shall inherit the best.
Blessed are the bold, for theirs is the rest.
Blessed is she that recieves the love in my chest.
Blessed be the one that she carressed.

I feel like a kid at a candystore. Now Im off to make a riddle the likes off which will puzzle even the beautiful mind that it intends to influence. Reading this will hopefully realize reciprocity of repressed feelings to yours truly, my dear Russel Crowe. I wish that you want Jim Crow because your beautiful mind is new and one of kind and Jim's is Stevie Wonderfully blind.

I really love everyone right now but mayhaps some can count themselves in the creme de la creme of mi corazon. Te quiero. Tu eres mi querencia. No tengo idea. No tengo tu.

Love, Amour, Amor est vie.
Au revior chere,
Je t'aime.

Prologue

The other night I had an amazing explosion of creative ability. My every thought became rhyme, my every word the page of a story yet untold in every realm save my heart and my mind. A story of heroism, struggles, deeds of kindness, the heart of darkness, the gift of love. For one can not recreate such an event but merely attempt to remembe the impetus of his thought and motivation of his mind. These motviations and impeti all compelling him to a reasonable facsimile of the feelings and thoughts he felt on a cool summer night.

As if somehow the will of God, I could not oppress my mind into the clutches of the sandman. For this night, a great tale would be woven. Lyrically, the afforementioned tale possessed perfect rhyme and reason, meter and measure.

Thus without further ado, I bring you TH's Exclamatory Epic

Part I
He sat thinkin'
Lookin at the grey walls blinkin'
His hope was shrinkin'
But then he saw the lady's soft brown eyes
they caught the squire by surprise
encapsulating every high
every moment passed him by
he knew he couldn't let this moment die
he didn't care his heart might cry
contrarily he wonder why he even try
he aint got a horse thats even fly

He decided to try to meet another lass
That won't make him feel like broken glass
Someone that'll go to mass
This lass reply was crude and crass
yo you can put it in y'ass
He knew the meaning of this fast

The lady with the soft brown eyes
certainly he'd give a try
and he knew exactly why
he was trapped in castle of his mind
about 14 stories high
She was the only was he could get by
For she,
An Angel an' he Alive

He escaped the castle of his fear
at an attempt to hold her dear.
He broke through her defenses to become her peer
but still not close enough to hold her near
like a dragons flame this did sear
every moment would later make a tear
as he was being pulled back to the castle of fear
the muses plan he did hear

He'd go after her with a yellow rose
On the eve of St. Valentine's throws
Fear had kept him on is toes
as any knight would often know
He waited to fire his heartstring bow
Ready to hit, sitting in the front row
Admiring her beautiful mind like Russel Crow
His heart dutiful like Jim Crow
She stood high, he low
Then he gave the rose.
She embraced him, "thats sweet you know"
He left higher than befo'
Higher than old Jim Crow

She left 2 fortnights later
Suddenly he didnt feel no greater
The Castle's pull got greater.
He wished he could replace her
Or let his presence grace her
Just once face her
His heart bleeding in the castle cut by a razor.
He accepted his fate or
Didnt let it entangle him in a maze or
little did he know he was still a page or
rather not a knight.

Part II

She was gone
The press was on
Missing a bond
With she whom he was fond
He couldnt be rescued by a random blonde
The Castle sinking to the bottom of a pond

He wiped the walls
Answered no calls
Fearing a fall
He didnt realize he had no hope at all
But still out he did crawl
Wanting it all
Maybe a princess or a Princess doll
He want to the mall
Then he saw her, the girl with it all
His squire would later recount the tale for Talib the Tall
Donning his armor: charm and a drawl
With a voice full of gall
"Its been a while"
She replied "Now I live in Kamal"
Not since Saint Patricks had he seen her he recalled,
She said "See ya later y'all"
His squire would later recount the tale for Talib the Tall
Recounting how he dropped the ball
Not with the princess doll
but rather the Princess from Kamal
The lady with soft brown eyes
they caught his squire by surprise
encapsulating every Talib's high
every moment passed him by
he didnt know he let this moment die
he didnt know his heart would cry
contrarily he wondered why about his try
he still aint got a horse thats even fly
He watched a great fight
Of his favorite knights
Who fought under Saturday knight lights
It didnt come out right
They lost the fight
Just like he without the girl with soft brown eyes
He knew he and her would never get right
But from time to time he tried

Like a bull in Spain
He'd not see victory rains
only the losing pain
Hoping for a potential gain
With the soft brown-eyed dame
Maybe never seeing her again
So back to his Castle broken and maimed
Tamed and Ashamed
Wondering if he'd lose all of his games

He met a tight girl
She had hair like a flag furled
Plenty urban, plenty rural
But to him she didnt mean world.

The end of the year
brought some hope to the castle of Fear
Music to his deaf ears
Like a taste of fresh beer
But still he didnt have the Princess near
And his plan was not clear

Part III

The knight passed over the summer
His heart felt a bummer
He drank rum or,
how he failed to become her
good friend or even lover
Keepin his emotion on the under
The beating his heart sounded like thunder
The castle and he blown asunder
Incapable to wonder
Knowing he made no blunder
His brain still not able to ponder

He wished to walk among her

He wanted to be her lover

He decided to tell her how he feel
His skin crawling like an eel
Under a castle of steel
Water New Orleans deep
His heart almost ready to be reaped
The depth of water not to be peeped
Not enough breath could be keeped
for him to escape the deep
He finally succeed, armor seeped
He approached her, went and kneed
Told her she was what he need
But she aint down with what he be
Y'aint gonna get with me
Crushing was her decree
Like a catapult made by she
with a missile weighing 803
So he sought a magic tree
made him feel just like she
a heart shaped type key
Even if it cost a fee

Battle Hymn of St. Valentines Republic (emo highschool stuff)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the second coming of the girl,

She makes my heart go up and down and puts my head in swirls

She makes want to give her diamond rings and pearls

Her eyes can't do no wrong

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah, Her eyes can't do no wrong.

I've seen her walking up and down the pav-ed city blocks

She stops the time on all the watches and the clocks

She makes me feel happy from my head to my socks

Her smile is like a song

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah, Her smile is like a song

I want to talk to her and tell her how I feel

But then again it seems like a big deal

Its as hard as trying to reinvent the wheel

But I shan't wait too long

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah, But I shan't wait too long

Then I see her Wednesday morning and I tell her all the truth

Of how I fought the fear and pulled it like a tooth

It wasn't least the failure and it was not all uncouth

She didn't prove me wrong

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah, She didn't prove me wrong

For then I saw her Friday and she said felt the same

Then she willed to give me her number and her name

We were quite smitten and have none but cupid to blame

She loved me all along

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah, She loved me all along

Ennui (with blues overtones)

Ennui, Ennui

I rue the day I meet with thee
My heart afire with wholesome wanderlust
While my soul collects the falling dust
Silence and Solitude
Echo in my my ears, my attitude
Pardon me, for it's today I've rued

Ennui, Ennui
The devil used your idle fist
The day I rue follows the clock on my wrist
Perhaps I'll go to the Red House
Where my baby stay
But no more, the rents never paid
Key won't unlock the door
Now my baby nothing but a whore

Ennui, Ennui
Never shall I rue the day I meet with thee
Might as well take another pill
Cuz if my baby don't want me no more, I'll take another swill.

Blind Blues

My take on the mississippi delta blues, ensues....

Can't see why
Can't see how
How my baby
Could leave me now

O lord
I got that blue kinda day
Ain't got a woman
Ain't got paid

Can't see what
Can't see when
When my baby
Gon' love me again

Can't see where
Can't see who
Who could take me to a place t'meet a gal like you

O lord
I got that blue kinda week
Ain't got no hope, it's up the creek

Can't see why
Can't see how
How you lady, are with me now

Undertow

As his mouth filled with water
He gained a new love of silence
Hydration killed and slaughtered
The loquacity of words upon islands

A message left unsaid
Referenced bereft, undead
Methods of verbose flows
Comatose in the undertows
Of rampant self-reflection
Adamant in narcissist inflection
Submerged as submersible
Urged to reach for a merciful release

To bathe in beneficent benisons
Of molecules of hydrogen and oxygen
Volatile but magnificent denizens
Ever in fluxes
Are measured at cruxes
Of decisions, to spit or to swallow
Whether one acknowledges hollow
But nevertheless seemingly existent predicates
Or purges feelings irrelevant

Acceptance and rejection
Of replicant injections
Of subjective and fluid conceptions one calls emotions
Notions aforethought imbibed like potions
Tropes of more thought of dihydrogen oxide
Make the lack of meaning decried
By the addition of a meaning outside

Would he drown with a crown of thorns
Or unrelenting thirst
Or give that he might live
By an unrepenting burst
Of the acceptance of nourishing aqueous expression

Hydrogen fused to brilliant luminescence
Oxygen used to fuel his essence
Burning and breathing to purge putrescence
of triviality and frivolousness
Yearning to bifurcate context from meaning
A grandiose voz speaks words on an island now gleaming

The End

A butterfly in a gilded cage
Abundant with beauty, but not with age
Watched the day pass
Through a veil of glass

Light went through
But the butterfly could not
All to do
Was nothing, never, not

All the animals wish and prayed
To free her from her cell
Oblivious to the way
That they were trapped as well

So on time passed
With meter and measure
Never fast
And always with displeasure

Beneficent to the plight of others
They had become only relevant
In the context of each other

Not realizing that they too
Lived behind walls, so true
That it obscured all
They saw spoke and chose to do

Just as much as the butterfly
They were interred
In clear superheated sand
All their words falling upon deaf ears
Of possibilities and absent can

Each shielded with self-loathing and doubt
In a gilded cage they made to not get out

The creation of the separation
Was not anything new
But it left them void of education
As to who was who

No longer was this question asked
In the form of moral ages past
But rather phrased in terms of how and what one spent during their days
The colour of a soul
Suddenly became an ashen grey

Mindless drones
Fly like butterflies
In darkened homes
Not asking why
But only what and how much?

Not caring of care
nor loving of love
More like moths, in the air
Seeking of an illusory light
As their wings, beclouded with refuse
Alight with the radiant energy of a fading star
A noose around their nape, is the false prophet of diamond
Brilliant, shining, materialist rape

Though nigh they mind
and perish the thought
That they might find
All is not

What they see or what they hear
And that the cage
Is ever near

In every heart sobered by the appearance of utility
not aware of the art which impels them to futility

So the animals went on
Unaware of what was wrong
But the compound eyes of the butterfly pierced her translucent veil
Her glass now shattered
Her reason had prevailed

And though she now had no clue of what she desired
She became truly inspired
By truth of sight
She came to comprehend
What she wanted, was in front of her in

THE END


As a postscript, I do want to explain sort of what this means from my perspective. The butterfly is unaware of the various alienation we all are subject to by Commercialist society. In a sort of deontological moralist sense, we are made to treat others in such a way that they are not truly the objects of beauty they actually are, by turning them into commodities for our own use. As opposed to ends. THe end of human existence is itself human existence and its perpetuation , which entails cooperation, kindness and love from all of us. Should we choose to be rabbits running from place to place, digging hole to hole to gain material wealth we become drab, dull shells of ourselves.

Affection

Alone she sailed in a sea of doubt

Searching for answers within and without

For every time she sought harbour

The answered fled and scarpered

As she floated adrift at sea

Many a sailor desired she

Oft drowning in the sea of doubt

They sought her affection to carry them out

All their affections

Had weighed her down

All the connections

Had served to tie her down

The anticipated reciprocation

Which inherently denied her volition

Was an unstated obligation

Now presently aware to her cognition

Ropes thrown to aft

Anchors tied to the mast

Carrying in tow rafts

Accumulating fast

Court and court

They did with fervor and fire

Not aware that she had yet to sort

With certainty, her desire

So she sailed and sailed

On through endless nights

And even though she might have failed and failed

One day, she'd get it right

Incandescent Ignition

Incandescent Ignition
Flickering Flame

An austere admission
Bearing no blighted blame
Cindering clumps of cathartic contagion
Do derisively drain
Emotion effaced by emigrants evasion

Withering wonder with wraith-like words
Ephemeral, ever escaping
Forever, not fleeting, as fully firm
Glowing gloomily, ghastly and gaping
Heightened hearing hates all have, has, and heard
I incite instantiation in infinite infatuating
Juxtaposition just jilts the just

Diffusing dialogue if days and deeds done
Omega omits omnipresently til only is one

Killing kindly, kills the kind
Leaving large lonely lack of light
Missing managed mitigation might
Non-existence nears the noir of night
Out, only on the overstated opinion of one option as optimal

Dolefully driven
Onto obscurity

On observance of omission, orations
Never necessitate the nascence of and
Entailing an earlier era of enlightenment

Priority pertaining to privileged position
Quiets qualms quixotically and is quaint as quaaludes
Ringing rueful rites of retrospective reflection
Symbolic sparks swim in seas of subtraction
Truth, told tactlessly, teems turgid

Mortality of meaningful moments
Usurps the underlying understanding of
Stoic satisfaction, thus sadly sullen
Trial and truth til time trepidously takes of

Fuel for a fire, flickering flame
All available, antithetically again
Conflagration coldly ceases
Emblazoned “the end” ever eases

Inert ignition
Fueless flame flame

Heat has hardly held on
Ousted over an ocean
Teleologically, I tread toward times

Now gone

Unity

I gaze across a shallow canyon
at a man, who once, was my companion
but change has served to set us apart
Our minds and now our collective heart

Unity to plurality
Singularity to duality
Once thought to never separate
divides as interests aggregate

Mistaken ideologues and their beliefs
Forsake men into dogs and theives
Good & bad, tools of words
Shifts sheep to cruel shepherds

Though weapons of individuality
question accepted commonality
Ideas, not the one reality
We all are one, human, is not fallacy

Armed with hungering desire
to close the chasm, I conspire
to reach out to my fellow man
and join in one our human hand.

Our connection destroys
our differing wills
While the shepherds ploys
move the unwise still

I liberate fettered lambs
from the shepherds divisive scams
The comfort he did once provide
contorts the shining core inside

Extinguishing communal unconscious fires
Distinguishes differences and brings forth ire
Relinquishes our cooperation and entire
Conditions of peace that we require

Only when we see as one
Will we gaze upon the sun
and live as one in holy light
So that shepherds shan't blind our sight

Closing the mental separation
One must end alienation
Ideas sans thought, an infestation
Think for yourself, for human unification

Terra

A bit of musing in the process of listening to lectures. In light of my inability to concentrate there are many of these that shall be posted soon.

I sorta applied what I've been reading of Marx to Environmentalism

The sundered shards
Of a shattered land
Efface and Discard
The kingdoms of man

As seers divine
A conclusion most grim
The light of time
Now rapidly dims

What was once a reliable flow
Now an ebbing trickle
What was once worthy to know
Now a murdering sickle

Once a paragon of luminosity and life
Now a burning monstrosity of strife
Once serving to illuminate
Now shines doom-ed fate

Artifices of vile perversion
All natures now writhes
A twisted inversion
As humanity cries

We have sundered to shards
A once complete land
For we have effaced and discarded
The kingdoms we built, the kingdoms of man

Vapid and Void

Vapid and void

His blade strikes the dark which cannot be destroyed

Neither created, and neither exist

It strikes at empty air with an inaudible hiss

Lacking all property

Of dark and of light

Fighting an enemy

Lacking in wrong or in right

Where the blade penetrates

It leaves no scar

Only the absence of predicates

To be, is, was and are

Consuming shadow to bolster its form

The emptiness pervades with forlorn

Sundering light til nary exists

The void still replies sans an audible hiss

Emotion and feeling in this hole

perspicuously missing in this vacillating soul

Matter and form need worry not

For they will never be

Much like a thought

Empty

Vacant

Vapid

Void

The blade turned to plowshare

Now newly employed

Creating in absence of care

as though the void were never there

A flash of light

Wild growth

Through third sight

The mind may knoweth

To fill the darkness

Thorough and pervasive

Igniting the sparkless

With a blade creative

For he now knew

Of the power of sheath from which he drew

The ink ran thick as life anew

For the pen prevailed

Where the sword had failed

And assailed the vacuum unheard

With blow upon blow of rending word

The hollow bled as only it could

Existing as wouldn't

Now it suddenly would

Completely and wholly renewed

The pen proved all it could do

For it was all the blade was not

Filling void, inspiring thought

While sword took

Men to their graves

Wisdom in book

The pen still gave.