A lie. and a word
one of the same.
but a part from truth
one begged belief
and slayed truth
the word —
remained steadfast
the pillar of Divinity
:: 05-01-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #thoughts
A LIE … AND A WORD
THE NASH EQUILIBRIUM
AND when the synthetics
can blink when thinking
and when all human regrets
amount to zero sum:
the last coherent
thought transforms into
THE NEW CREATION
(which not of god)
something quite and
tenderly interesting!
like the Nash Equilibrium
Strategy.
:: 01-14-2017 ::
CONJOINED COSMIC TWINS
i ONce knew an infant whose name is now TIME
the brilliance of this Spirit became known
in 1/2
of a part
Light! Which, again (ahem) i knew when the
VOICE called out the shadows (which had to
be created, right?) These incredible events
lead to the greatest anomaly any universe
has ever heard: both infants became the
Physics which made our very own UNIVERSE.
Therefore, we are not just TIME &
LIGHT but the essences of the DIVINE
CREATION!
:: 01-14-2017 ::
I D I O T I C I D I O M S
BEING born human is confusing enough
but the English language is more-so
i could beat around the bush
but would not directly make my point
if i had the best of both worlds
how the hell could you know
where i stood on a point of matter?
if something is a blessing in disguise
how could i trust it since it hides?
and if something costs an arm and a leg
i would have to refrain because, well…
i like both my arms and legs and
would never relinquish them for anything
and if you ever asked me for a penny
for your thoughts — I would have to say
that’s a pretty cheap price and you
can keep your damn thoughts to yourself
But if you bit off more than you can chew
i would tell you gluttony is your punishment
90% of the world is starving and you
have no control over how much food
you want to eat within each bite?
shame on you!
And if you said you did something terrible
in the heat of the moment I would say
you should have waited for a cooler time
so you wouldn’t have regretted your actions
:: 05-03-2014 ::
THE LIGHT OF FIRE REBORN!
THE hollowed word was >>echoed<<
at the dawn of Creation
Blisteringly fast expansion confabulates
bodiless quanta ~ The Light IS
F I R E REBORN! i met a flower within burning yellow
fields; and now i have a reason
(all around me trying to get the feeling
that always makes me quiver when
I am so high or low and my Tears drench
My own flower burning now. A
N
D you are all I need & I’m within
The middle of a thread moving inside
The eye of my OWN NEEDLE
all red tears of my own heart’s blood
And the Answer to All Answers
is when I met the One of all;
Wonder! Nothing more
Oh, and nothing less begs the One
Come into my Life ~ at last! WHISPERS |
|
_
SO
FAR
DOWN
INSIDE
OF
And I asked a friend, “Can you help?
She’s coming and I’ve been up
and down but Sir, I’m high – low
leaving tears all within me Must be the cortical stack within the bottom
Of my Own BRAIN STEM.
Sometimes carbon dictates
Action ~ otherwise I’m a spiritual
Being inside a soul cage ME.!
+
:: 01-13-2017 ::
SO KILL ME
SO kill me. HATE ME.
say how much you love me
BEE cause i’m weak.
HATE me
and so you waste me
and my name // SO YOU
are the only One
are the only whore
who hates me \\
so don’t kiss me
or rave how you love
to hate me or love me
cause we’re dead.
And hell is full
and busy with lost
thoughts of the dying!
So r ape m e.
:: 01-11-2017 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIII BIRDS & DREAMS
i do miss
the feathered
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
with all my
d r e a m s
flying dreams!
:: ~~ ::
je suis déchiré
je suis déchiré entre
mots
je suis déchiré entre
pensées
je suis déchiré entre
la peur et la vie !
:: 01/08/2016 ::
CARDBOARD BEES HUMMING ALIVE
i climbed from Negative
billionth of none
to tell myself, “i have
no place to hide”
and the police at the
scene of that suicide
said: “he’s a saint,
of another tale.”
So then i left Earth
(counted to a million,
i felt) had a silver
spoon full of royal
bumble bees who kiss
me and all Humanity
whose sleeping with
most of the guns.
:: 08-03-2016 ::
DISMEMBERED THOUGHTS
/ Hello i met you on the blue line
shared stories & morning coffee
Tokyo is so quiet on Fridays
but she is talking a lot so
Saturdays are like Sunday-
mourning talking-head shows
Hey, did my bones really
hurt you? I tried so hard
to show you I have a split
tongue/brain talking about
every eutrophic thing;
so every blue line
so every little inch
think i’m so boring
eat the sushi tongue
reaching down your throat
cleaning your teeth upon
my skin gives Buddha a
climax of universal thought
kiss the dog
kiss the street lamp
kiss the steps
kiss my head
it’s all angel hair and then
we’re gone //
::; 08-05-2016 ::
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