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Krezeyyyy Oct 2016
Wala ni nako gisuwat para mubalik ka
Para makahibaw ka nga sakit gihapon
Ug basin makahunahuna kan'g sa imung kaluoy
Mubalik ka nako.
Nagsuwat ko kay mao ni ako.
Magsuwat sa kung unsa'y
Ganahan,
Kinahanglan nakong ipagawas
Isuwat ug nagdahum ug naglaum
Nga sa paghuman ani
Mahuman nasad tanang kasakit
Kay sa pagkakarun sakit gihapon
Sakit kaayu
Sakit nga dili matangtang
Abi kog ako'y mupilit sama sa bubble gum
Sa imung sapatos.
Apan kasakit.
Kasakit ang nipilit pagkahuman
Sa atung paglakaw,
Sa pila ka buwan nga
Kauban ta.

Kasabut ko
Wala'y kita,
Dili kita,
Dili pwede,
Dili na,
Dili man gyud.
Pero salamat
Sa paghatag ug higayon
Sa pagpahibaw sa pagpabati
Sa kita, sa kita ug sa mga plano
Sa mga adlaw nga puno sa kalipay
Sa mga kanta,
Sa mga sulat,
Sa paglaum nga pag-abut sa ugma
Naa pa,
Kita.
Sa pagbati nga wa'y sama
Ug bisan pa'g nahuman na tanan
Naa pa gihapon ko
Nagpabilin nga nituo
Sa kita, sa kung unsa ta
Sa usa'g usa.

Wala ni nako gisuwat sa pagbasul
Sa kalagot, aligutgot
Bisag akong kasingkasing karun nadugmok
Abi ko'g ang kasakit ang pinakasakit
Apan kalipay.
Kung mangutana ka asa ang pinakasakit
Sa tanan, sa katung kita pa
Katung nitawag ka ug wala ta'y laing gibuhat
Kundi magpulipuli ug sugid sa atung gugma
Sa usa'g usa.

Sakit.
Sakit kaayu.
Sakit nga wala'y sama.
Wala ko kahibaw asa taman
Hangtud kanus-a ko magpuyo aning kasakit
Pero wala ko nagbasul
Ug kung mangutana ka kung
Pabalikon ko atung mga higayona
Kung musugot ba ko'ng sa maka-usa pa,
Mubalik ko sa adlaw nga naka-ila tika
Ug wala ko'y usbon
Padayung tikan'g tan-awn, maghulat
Padayun kon'g magpaabut nga imu kong lingi-un
Ug sa maka-usa pa,
Isugid sa imu tanan'g akong nasugid na.
Krezeyyyy  Oct 2016
MGA PANGUTANA
Krezeyyyy Oct 2016
Unsa’y ikatambal sa kasing-kasing nga nasamdam?
Unsa’y pwede ikapugong anin’g mga luha nga wa’y undang sa pag-agas?
Unsa’y akong buhatun para mawala nin’g nipilit nga kasakit
Sa akon’g dughan nga sa imu ra gihapon nipitik?

Ana sila mawala ra daw ni
Ana ka “this is for the better”
Ana ko, “asa ang better?”, “kanus-a pa?”
Kung sa paglabay sa mga adlaw, sakit gihapon
Sama atun’g adlawa nga ako nabiya-an.

Unsa’y akon’g buhatun anin’g dughan ikaw gihapon
Ginapangita, ginadamgu, ginahuna-huna?
Ako nagpabilin sa tunga-tunga
Sa pagsangpit nga ako balikan nimu
Ug sa pagbiya, paglubong anin’g paghigugma
Nga wala na lingi-a.

Ug samtang karun nga bisa’g gamay lan’g nga pagtakdol
Sa kasing-kasing ug sa mga kagahapon’g panumduman
Wala’y lain kan’g madunggan kundili
Hagulhol nga daw namatyan
Ug sa padayun nga pagpatay anin’g ala-ut nga gugma.

Ako padayun nga mamasin
Nga pag-abut ugma damlag
Mahuman ang kasakit
Magsugod ang bag-un’g
Kalinaw, kalipay, malipay
Akon’g kasing-kasing unta magmaya na sab.

Apan karun nagpabilin kon’g mangutana,
Unsa’y ikatambal sa kasing-kasing nga nasamdam?
Unsa’y akong buhatun para mawala nin’g nipilit nga kasakit
Sa akon’g dughan nga sa imu ra gihapon nipitik?
If nostalgia beset your mind
Come to Ethiopia
A cradle of mankind!

Come to Ethiopia
With no hesitation
Ancient civilization
Will engross your attention!

Before identity quest
You smother
Come to Ethiopia 'cause
Lucy, your  great,
Great grandmother
You could watch closer!
A melting *** of
Over 80 ethnic groups,who
With cordial hospitality,
Will embrace you
Without standing to ceremony
Or formality.

Come to Ethiopia
A mosaic of culture
A true place for adventure!

If you need
An original taste of
Coffee Arabica
Come to Ethiopia
A beacon light to Africa
To freedom fighters
Up to America.

Come to Ethiopia
You will meet there
People who have to borrow
Valour from no where!


Come to Ethiopia
Triggering off no
Feelings of discomfort
Mosques churches abut.

Come to Ethiopia
In a way description that defy
A church by a Muslim name goes by!

Come to Ethiopia
An exemplary country
To deter common enemy
To spur development
In a spectacular bent
Muslims and Christians unite!

Come to Ethiopia
Whose name on the bible
Times beyond number bubble!


Come to Ethiopia
For his persecuted
Followers, the Prophet
Mohammed a high-heaven marked!

Come to Ethiopia
Now on the path of renaissance
Mutual regional growth and
A sustainable  peace
Are whose unwavering stance!

Come to Ethiopia
A country with its own
Alphabet and calendar!
Of course you will wonder
when you get
Yourself eight years younger!

Come to Ethiopia
To feast your eyes
On breathtaking water falls
Scenery and greenery
God-hand-made caves
Endemic animals and birds
Live volcanoes
Obelisks and
Rock-hewn churches.
You shall feast
Your eyes on Harar wall
For the Muslim
A holy city on row four!
You will stand a chance
For Ivangadi
A traditional spectacular dance
Also Konso's terrace.

Come to Ethiopia
Aside from adventure,
You could collect
Invincible athletes
And successful Olympians'
Signature!
Your souvenir picture
With them you may capture!
Of course
You can board 'Ethiopian'
That was there when
The horizon of aviation
History we scan.

Come to Ethiopia
The celebration of
The finding of the true cross
The pilgrimage
To Sheik Hussein Mosque
And epiphany
That have no parallels by any!

Come to Ethiopia
To see first-hand
A country
13 months sunny!

Come to Ethiopia
To enjoy
A Teff-made
Flat bread organic
Found not carcinogenic!
You will gather
Like coffee
Teff and its bread chemistry
Age-old, with it, that were there,
Are blessings
To the rest of the world
Ethiopia Proffer!

Come to Ethiopia
If you want to understand
As to what is meant
By black pride!

If you worry about class
Ethiopia today
Has countless
Hotels shining with stars!

By Alem Hailu G/Kristo
A tourist destination,peaceful coexistence,a land where Christians and Muslims unite like milk and water,a cradle land of mankind, your origin
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2016
what a ****-pile of ******* (petition rendered
on the hyphenated word compound
i wanted to correct- yeah, all the dudes can hide,
i tried the Oxford crew, but instead
i just got American  colonialism:
the part where you say: i said the funnier joke,
therefore i'm funnier,
TEAM U.S.A.! yeah! **** yeah! let's keep it as
just that... TEAM U.S.A. GO!
we're aiming for sushi right now...
and i love the fact that Green Day's
when September ends is a sidelining the 9/11,
ever you mind dialling 911...
oh, because i was the fascist, tell that to your mother
when baking bagels, ****...
i don't like the way poetry
tries to incubate violence as the non-existence of,
i hate that poetry is written by *******...
i ******* hate these goody-two-shoes more
than i'd care to think abut ******,
who will, given enough time,
become a fetish subject for historians when
we reach a historical threshold,
give it 1000 years he's be a mythological Barbarossa...
that's what i said about him not being
a unicorn.... give it 1000 years and he'll end up
being a hero, just before the
historians make a fetish out of them like they did
with Genghis Khan...
they'll talk about the autobahn before they
speak of the holocaust and constructing Israel,
which we are assured, by fake-socialists
taking on communism by sitting on a train floor...
if that guy Corbyn is a socialist then i'm Comrade
Mao... you never experienced socialism,
i hardly think you're able, like you
said that former feudal made communist
factions were predestined failures of capitalism...
i know you'll fail being communists,
the Chinese are in charge...
you, aren't, going, anywhere!
yeah, believe the socialist sitting on the train floor...
that ******* comes last...
and don't try that fascist tactic for me ti speak clean...
i'm not going to speak with the everyday citizens' speech
talking to the queen... no, i flap the tongue
you provide the wind and the winding,
schooling in over, so is shooing into lining up...
page 64 of Valis:
either knowledge through the sense organs and
is noun-categorised (some say called)
empirical knowledge, or it's arises within your head
and it's called a priori -
i don't see a problem? do you? well...
isn't a posteriori dismissive of empiricism?
to reach a posteriori knowledge you have to dismiss
empirical involvement... also to mind:
there are aren't any sense organs as such.... i'd like
to thin there are... but deaf people wouldn't consider
their ears to be organs, they're still using sign language
and continue living, neither are eyes organs
given Braille... Philip K. **** had more insight on Kant
high on amphetamines than Hegel ever did...
the basic implant? God... a few people
have escaped the a priori and a posteriori argument
for God, most were seduced by atheism
trying to relieve themselves of the argument being
argued let alone argued for a non-existence of such being,
arguing alone proved the argument to be fallacy riddled,
i.e. / as in: it was argued in the first place... for no reason...
i mean we're talking mutation:
how to mutate a priori hexagonal
               through the empirical medium pentagonal
into a posteriori hex once more...
                   the problem is searching for God in
the medium, the Cartesian substance,
the trial and error coin-flip, empiricism isn't about that,
empiricism is about the necessity of error,
i'm bothered about whether God was implanted
in us as necessarily, or whether he emerged to our
a priori mind from the medium of empiricism -
i call that a Darwinian fallacy, i don't think
the human brain can consolidate a harmonious
coexistence with self-belief and being a Buddhist...
the foremost concern is not whether:
god created man, or whether man created god...
we're talking whether the two ever coincided with
needing proof...
                               obviously not.
that part about being a Buddhist? that's shrapnel...
most of us have so much self-belief that we become
eager labourers, and hardly complain,
because the billionaires have ferrets for a haircut.
but as i said, the easiest, aphorism type of reading
Kant doesn't come from Nietzsche, it actually
comes from Philip K. **** in the bookValis...
empiricism was always going to be a watery product,
rigging scientific results, i mean lying about the results
would end up diluting a bottle of whiskey so it looked
like beer and tasted like a 20% voltage on the tongue
pallet: hardly numbing.
so the three tiers: one before, one intermediately,
and one after...
                           how a hexagon passes
through a pentagon and remains a hexagon...
or how a hexagon passes through a pentagon and ends
up a pentagon....
or how a pentagon passes through a pentagon
and ends up a hexagon...
                                             or more simply?
Bleep Beers... or Bibi (when you say b b and then add the
ee, umlaut arithmetic to double up on) -
no, i don't place my belief in the existence of god
from an a priori suggestion, as if i was to invent it...
to later discredit such a belief with a well argued augmentation
from the inheritance to later dispose of such an argument
in the charity shop of the a posteori stance...
that wouldn't excuse or explain the religious inheritance
of the Kippah or the Hijab...
who would be dumb enough to originate having to wear
a Hijab from not having experienced some sort
of necessity of divination? they would have had too experienced
something outer-worldly... god is too ridiculous to
be an a priori or an a posteriori concept...
but he's just ridiculously worthwhile the unifying
concept of phenomenology in that grand empirical theatre...
which means only one thing... our caving in and mining
god in the realm of the a priori is yet another
reality check -
                         summary:
i'm still bothered why not affiliating the hyphen to that
letter will make not meaningful reference, i.e.:
a-        (without)
                                   which means, a priori
(without a prior / without a beginning)
                       which means, a posteriori
           (without an after, without an end) -
it doesn't mean whether you have god as an implant,
whether you get rid of the implant
after experiencing the empirical medium,
you'll nonetheless experience the medium of the pentagon,
establish that sense-organs are not really organs,
because classifying something as an organic makes
life essentially a continuum, but blind men live long
after the eyes are gone...
                    i'm just saying that god as an idea
is hardly a worthy unit, which ideas are, concentrated
thoughts that cannot align themselves to either
telepathy or narration... they're immovable...
unshaken, undisturbed...
i'm just saying we're too intelligent to seek god
in the a priori realm or the a posteriori realm of things...
we were not actually ever going to find him
on the shores of Ireland or Florida...
it's not that ridiculous to find him on the Atlantic...
he's quantum physics after all, pocket presence...
isolated proof... never a collectivisation to enable
politicised coherence... it's a quantum experience,
a quantum experience that without atoms
gets so much stigmatisation as Judaism proves;
the mock-joke of Moses rummaging realities rather than
reality in the desert to the count of 40 years...
yeah... and later the idea of the multiverse...
that's not funny mate... it's horrid...
but there you are safe in democracy... but you're
used to reading the media outlets citing child abuse...
well... what are we missing? APPLAUSE! APPLAUSE!
ENCORE!
Kini kataw-anan kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi;  tam-is kaayo, halangdon kaayo,
Giunsa mawala ang matag segundo,
Bisan pa ang tanan nga adunay gyud kanato mao ang oras.

Unya unsa man kung kalit nga nawala kini?
Unsa man kung mohunong ang pagsubang sa adlaw?
Komosta kung nahurot na ang imong oras?
Mahulog ba ang usa ka luha gikan sa hingpit nga mga mata?

Lisud kini nga hatagan kahusay,
Sa tanan nga mga pagbati nga gibabagan namon,
Pagsulay ra sa paghunahuna sa uban pa,
Padayon nga nagtan-aw sa orasan.

Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, pamilya ug mga higala,
Bisan kung makita mo sila adlaw-adlaw,
Unsa ang mahinabo sa pag-abut naton sa katapusan?

Talagsaon ang mga tawo nga nahimamat,
Ug kung unsa ang ilang reaksyon sa balita,
Ang uban nangalagiw, bisan ang uban magpabilin,
Ang uban magsaulog, o makuha ang mga blues.

Apan ang matag usa magbag-o sa imong kinabuhi,
Ug ang labing kaayo magpabilin sa imong tapad,
Hatagan ka mga gakos, magpadayon nga okupado ka,
Kana ang mga tinuod.

Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, dili sigurado,
Sa yano, kini ang damgo sa matag usa,
Aron adunay usa ka butang nga luwas ug luwas.

Aron mahimamat ang Usa, mabuang ang gugma,
Minyo ug magsugod usa ka pamilya,
Tingali dili kini ingon ka daghan,
Apan kana nga damgo hinungdanon kanako.

Kini usa ka damgo nga kanunay nakong gitinguha,
Usa nga nahadlok ako nga tingali dili makakita kahayag,
Kay wala kini gisaad sa bisan kinsa sa aton,
Bisan, alang kanako, husto ang pamati niini.

Dili ako sigurado kung unsa na kadugay ako nga nahabilin dinhi sa yuta,
Ug kung kini ang katapusan nga higayon nga akong nakuha,
Gusto nakong ibilin kini nga timaan,
Aron dili ka makalimtan tanan.

Kung unsa ang kahulugan sa matag usa kanako,
Dili gyud ko makalusot,
Kung dili tungod sa kalainan nga nahimo,
Sa matag usa sa inyo.

Nakakatawa kung giunsa nga gipasagdan ang mga butang,
Kini bililhon nga kinabuhi, matam-is kaayo, Halangdon kaayo,
Giunsa mawala ang matag segundo,
Bisan pa ang tanan nga adunay gyud kanato mao ang oras.

Palihug ayaw kalimti ang regalo nga gihatag kanimo,
Ang abilidad sa pagkatawa, higugmaon ug mabuhi,
Ayaw buhii ang gihigugma nimo,
Ipakita sa ila ang tanan nga gugma nga mahimo nimong mahatag.

Hinumdomi ako sa umaabot nga mga tuig,
Sa diha nga napildi ako sa away ug kinahanglan moadto,
Daghang salamat sa mga butang nga imong nahimo,
Apan ang oras, nagdumili kini aron mahinay.

Kini kataw-anan, kung giunsa ang pagkuha sa mga butang alang sa gihatag,
Kini nga bililhon nga kinabuhi, ang mga butang nga imong nakita,
Giunsa ang yano nga pagpanaw sa matag segundo,
Ug oras;  ang oras nawala na alang kanako.
Teresa Smith  Feb 2014
Genetics
Teresa Smith Feb 2014
My mother used to tell me that only I
could make myself happy; it all starts there.
But she's never tasted the bittersweet smoke
your lips pour into my lungs.
She said "baby girl, you can't build your life
around just one person."
But never said a word abut finding home in your bed.
My father warned me about guys like you...
The ones who remind me of him.
But he's never seen your eyes glow
in moonlight like fire.
He told me I love too easily,
that my trust is slow to build.
But where was he the night you broke
your way through my defenses?
I tried to be the girl they'd be proud of,
except only you ******* undone.
And I can't remember what worry
looks like on my mother's face anymore.
And I haven't caught a whiff of my
father's cologne in years.
So maybe they don't have me all figured out,
yet maybe neither do you.
apathy  Apr 2014
my music
apathy Apr 2014
some listen to pop
and like lady gaga
some listen to rap
and like tupac
abut me, i'm different

i listen to what is considered,
"emo music," or "goth music,"

so what does it matter,
if i listen to black veil brides,
or even of mice and men

music is music,
and that music saved my life
Nikkie  Jan 2021
Hourglass
Nikkie Jan 2021
I have made my transition to another place, a place where beauty needs no explination.
God’s great timing is everything;
it may not be what we expect but God is always in control.
Sands will flow through the hourglass, slow and steady, throughout our lives.

Time will end and the sand will stop flowing, but God’s love for us is forever growing.
I have worked all my life for this to happen, to see my Lord face to face.

I’ve been accepted in this majestic place, where pain no longer has a hold on me.
My eyes have adjusted t my new reality, I can see bright skies and butterflies.
Don’t worry about not seeing my face, don’t worry abut not feeling my embrace.

Hold our memories inside your heart, and know that our live will never depart.
Cry for me, just for a while, but not too long, ‘cause I’m don’t just fine.
My bags are unpacked and I am settling in, taking my place next to the Master.

He said that he’d never leave nor forsake me, He kept his promise, I am with him now.
He has taken my hand and opened up the doors; to a Paradise of beauty and love divine.
I know you’ll miss me, I’ll miss you too!
Just know dear hearts, we will be together again someday.
Live your life to the fullest, and remember our love
each and every day.
Just remember your hourglass is still flowing strong.
Do what you can so you can see, my hourglass is full again, this time my sand will never end!
ami snacks Oct 2012
i wish you were ugly

if every single time i thought of u and saw a beast

would you really mean the same to me?



if i saw you for what you truly are on the inside

would i still have let u pry

through my skin and shred my heart

and let the thoughts of u

ridethrough my vains

almost as if you were truly in me



how could u posses me with something so invisible only air could see it

why couldn't i see it

its strange how we know the things that can hurt us

but when there right in front of our eyes we become blind

and even though at that moment our ears become the strongest

we still cant believe it



see now its one thing to love

and its something completely different when u try to be it

maybe it wasn't you

maybe i loved you so hard i hurt myself

well guess thats only cuz i was working on that project

and u chose not to help



i wish u were ugly

then maybe the moments i held the closest to me

wouldn't have been

those tears i shed

and u put me in your arms and promised me things ive never heard before

is that why the sounded so lovely?



or how bout when u started calling me jelly bean?

you know the nick name that my mom used to call me?

AND YOU KNEW HOW MUCH SHE MENT TO ME!!!!!



or how bout when u were going through it

and i stayed there by your side just because it made me feel better

but u pushed me away

didn't appreciate me

i should of known better



or the times when we laughed and joked

about who got who in trouble this time

and i should of known u were trouble the last time



or the wlks in the park that we shared

just talking abut the things most precious in life

the whole days ...weekends....OR HOW BOUT YEARS

we spent together?



or maybe your lips

i never liked to kiss

but kissing you each time made me feel like a princess

and no matter how hard i tried

i couldn't get a crown from you

u told my u loved me

i didn't see it as a  hard thing to do



but i do give you this you were always there when the lights shut off

maybe if i was a cat i could of seen u were ugly

but instead i choose 2 feel

who knew all the passion and pleasure turn into

pain and tears

and fears

that ill ever see u again



maybe if you were ugly i wouldn't have had those presious moments that felt like forever

and ended so quickly



but then again how could you see that ur ugly

when i was the one who tried 2 show you that you were beautiful?



wish u were always ugly
Nat Lipstadt Mar 2015
Hardly Hidden

for Helen,
the High Definition brunette momma among us


there are tracks in your arm
ready visible
to all those
with a personal microscope
if one
optically
examines the empty spaces
tween your poem-words....

the exterior all smiles,
whooping it up,
children, all smiles,
tumbling, breaking things,
ceilings collapsing, winters arriving,
as is the way of the kids
and nature,
inexorable,
occasionally
breaking you to
smile too

Abut to all this
is the contentiousness,
the aboriginal sense of loss
for what once was,
plain out in
in the secret messages sent
and
you know
you own
my all
unuttered utter devotion

we need no qualification
of what we are

we are friends,
not drinking buddies,
the straight out
semi-secret fans
of each other

thousands of miles apart
of simple purity borne,
you warm me
with endless jokes
and familial tales

and I thank you
for sharing, for trusting,
me with that troubling notion
that I am missing
a sorrowful deepening
that is
after a wellness examination

hardly hidden**

but t'is heard around the world,
gunshot to my heart,
come to me when
ever
is understood that this
paean ~ pain ~ poem
is a simple wayfarer's way
of declaring
forever

I know you are sleeping now,
but when  the fall sun breaks,
here is hoping me that you
break into private tears
in private places
like the ones decorating me,
celebrating
the best of what
humans
can be
Joseph Norris May 2013
Carefree days
No worries, it's high school days
Always skipping class
Facebook status: smash or pass

I don't know much abut biology
It's alright, though 'cause in 5 years it won't affect me
But, I can tell you about rolling this half
Dime by the dozen, that's when I know math

Wake up and fall back asleep
Show up late look the best because I'm not cheap
Friday night party and I just might go
Leave out at 1 AM, trying not to get caught
But then again you never know

Make a couple friends
Let them know the new me
Creating memories to last until the world ends
High school days, get to know me
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2018
i'm starting to get the riff of the argument...
how people talk about this
grand... "singularity"...
    of consciousness, of, what not...
                            what?
how about we settle the whole free speech
debate, first?
learn to crawl before you learn
to walk, and walk before you start
to jump, and jump before elevating it
to acrobatic gymnastics?
    why is no one talking abut
the great convergence?
           hell... free speech this,
free speech that...
                        but... why is everyone
so shy of the establishing
a verbal "chess match" of dialectics?
                    with every comment sections,
there is no comment to begin with...
   the original comment, simply,
becomes lost in what ends up being neither
an echo in a cave, or a plateau with
a credible echo possibility...
it's the common thread of when
science fiction takes over science...
           science fiction jumps three steps ahead
of science... and then the backlash:
the reality didn't catch up
to the science!
                    what to do what to do?!
this free speech, "debate" is missing
the key ingredient...
  i'm sure neither side wants to be right...
but at the same time...
neither side wants to entertain
engaging in dialectics...
   sorry... neither side does...
verbal chess doesn't work upon
solidifying your exodus from the Agora
with a smug-face...
looking pristine, not once challenged
by your own thought to
induce the emotions of doubt...
the point of a dialectic is:
your opinions, comply with my own
opinions, even though they are
divergent ontology...
yet they still have the potential
to comply with what is otherwise
known as the: collective convergence...
however in-line with a dichotomy,
first a convergence must
be established, before the utopian
singularity is sourced as
a rigid architecture of the future...
both sides can speak...
but since neither sides are speaking
to each other...
   a dualism becomes a dichotomy
that doesn't become a dialectics...
less words?

   duality = dichotomy ≠ dialectics...

these companies are not attacking free
speech per se...
    even i can't see any potential
for dialectics...
   i entertain dialectic with
old men on park benches...
  
and that's about it...
           if you can't reason with someone
who's the antithesis of you?
you can't begin to reason with anyone,
esp. yourself!

no, there are certain obstructions
you can't shift... mountains
(last time i heard): were supposed
to be unmovable...
  because they befitted
the metaphor category of wisdom
in man... along with the rivers
and the seas... the forests and the deserts...

no... these people are not going after
free speech...
they're seeking environments where
they can spectate dialectics!
no one wants the sort of free speech
whereby there's an emphasis on
the investment of stating the already
given certainty:
                                "but they're my opinions,
and i'm entitled to have them"...

and i was going to posit a genesis
of dialectics from such a defensive
starting point?! no!
the sacred has already been stated...
so... what dialectic attachment
point do i take?

       none?! you're joking, right?!
none?!
     so one side says one thing,
the other says its own thing...
and i'm... i'm hearing the concept
of "the" singularity"...
but what about the grand *convergence
?!

******* milkshake / cocktail of
a humanity's worth of coherence...
it's not like anyone argued
with Hey-Zeus Crisp either...
if they did... they argued around
the ground of also enforcing
   blackmail...
                    they argue... sure...
they disagreed...
but the low-hanging fruit said to them:
he's still going to hang...

see... i'm not even sure i wrote that,
the plethora of doubt
is... so much more entertaining
to preserve the dignity of thought...
than it is to arrive at the plateau of
faith... or the down-trodden
bleeding heart of outright denial...
denial...
              such a boring reality...

you never deny the existence of ghosts,
you always doubt the existence of ghosts...
because, with a denial of the existence
of ghosts?
you put your faith into kettles
switching off while the water has
boiled to 100 degrees Celsius...
    traffic always travels clockwise
on an English roundabout...

  like Sartre noted:
  negation is an article of bad faith...
and... the Quran doesn't
have a word for those
St. Thomas affiliate...
             a denier is a non-believer...
but the book doesn't have a name for...
a doubter... a quasi- / pseudo-believer...
which is asking the BIG question
within the demands to revise the Islamic
text to reconsider those who out-rightly
deny... and those who simply
base their faith...
not on the certainty of faith,
but on the uncertainty of doubt...
treating death with the focus of a child...
like a roller-coaster...
         well... everything from imagination,
memory and thought is intact
upon the birth-death "seance"...
everything is still undeveloped at
the death-birth celebration...
why take away from people the thrill
of death, feeding them certainty,
why stigmatize doubt?
              
   i wasn't born into a certainty
even if i was given a body,
the body delayed my possession of thought...
please... let me the allowance
of having the possession of thought
to delay whatever is left of
a possession of body...
               however that might translate
into its own negation,
of the elevated thought into a post-scriptum
of soul...
               don't think i don't think
myself as mortal...
   but i want to survive the plague
of what others fear...
that some day the party will be over...
for me the party never began...
   and i'm ready for the grand
YWN                      to tAke my heArt.

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