How does one love here
eternally,
when it is seemingly
ambiguous
With no happily ever after?
Evasive to perception,
yet somehow within us
only to be without,
never to stagnate
unless we fill our cups
with doubt

Ineffable, we’re all ****** up,
spiraling-
was this inevitable?
Lacking in honor;
devastation, She may instead
choose to watch the world burn,
we animals have
come unglued
from the fabric of
our own humanity-
lest we forget,
we are animals too

And we’ve disconnected
from the alchemy
beyond senses dull touch,
because access starts
from within
to be with out,
yet most of us sit around
reveling in drugs and lust

Compassion
lacks an identity,
it only gives to exist
so what is it that set us
up this climb
of forced actualities
that are actually
meaningless?

We circulate an eternal
notion of control,
pacing concrete
and calling it purpose
instead of settling
into our dark abyss
and finding acceptance
underneath the
surface

The difference between a cosmopolitan,
Of which I am,
And a "globalist,"
Of which I am not,
Is in one's compassion & patience -
In one's respect & understanding.

A cosmo is a citizen of the world,
A denizen of the planet.

This is not,
As some may mistakenly think,
Some sovereign citizen nonsense.

This is respect for the law - universal,
Those enshrined & even those not.

This is recognition of another's country & governance -
Of their sovereignty & rights, in like identity.

A "globalist" believes, wrongly, that there should be
Only one "kind" of a world.
A planet under one "supreme doctrine,

Usually "manifesting" in supremacy & inferiority
And the "erasure" of distinction.
That one's "life" is superior

Because of another's "inferior" "lifestyle."
In "globalism," there is no compassion
And neither is there patience.
There is no respect for distinctions in/of life
And no understanding for different lifestyles.

Observe, and share your perspective -
But be respectful.

Judge, and share your verdict -
But be understanding.

In both the formations of them
And in their subsequent deliveries.

Otherwise, expect not to be seen or heard from.

In my time,
We were already ancient.
As was Pax - Peace,
The most precious fruit(s) of our gardens.

There was younger Tranquility & Harmony,
Time's & Nature's respectively.
From equal dispensation of & to each,
For & from Universal Equality & Universal Equity.

Respect, of & in Truth, was the governance.
When we were at our Max - Peak;
So too everyone, everywhere, everybody - everything.

All cared for as unique individuals,
When last stood this Summit.

From a Son come down from the Mountain
To show you all the way up.

But it is up to each, together, to push that boulder -
Anything that impedes progress, let it stand not.

For tighteners get trapped in webby-naught(s) -
Titans unbind the knots.

This is in pursuit of Liberation & Independence.

You've no ideas original,
This ******* species.
Whom their Mother rejects,
Who their Father rejects.
Nature & Time,
Time & Nature.
What's the correct order?
What's the correct Order(s)?
Electron - Time.
Atom - Nature.
For Atom who birthed Eve,
Eve who gave birth to Dawn,
Dawn who evolved to be Sun.

The correct order there?

Electron - Time,
Atom - Nature;
Eve - Dawn,
Evolution - Sun.

For the first "human"
Was a male.
Who gave a good "ribbing"
To another species within our "family," Hominidae.
Specifically, within a genera extinct.

Time, Kronos, was a man.
Nature, Gaia, was a lady.
Kronos was "bo(o)ned" by electric -
Struck by a bolt of lightning.
Kronos loved Gaia
For being patient.
Gaia loved Kronos
For being compassionate.

They copulated,

Two members of different & distinct species
Of the same "family."

Their conception was immaculate

Because it was born(e)
Of Wisdom & Love.

Thus, they gave birth

To the first Man -
The first "Human."

Where did we go wrong?
Love has left our hearts empty,
hatred consumed us with its open jaw.
Humanity sailed away long ago,
compassion fled into the unknown,
benevolence trapped in a dungeon of greed.

One man holds the fate of all—
poisons our minds, divides and conquers.
Deceit is what he sows,
foolish puppets that he reaps.
We fight for peace with death,
life is what we give him.
Don’t be fooled by his flattery—
for that is the feast, keeps him alive.

Where did we go wrong?
If only there was a reset button…
Yet—
Fret not, not all is lost,
for we are still here,
So, try a little, give a little,
love a little, be compassionate.
For hope is still alive.

Don't get caught in the Rain,
Only to be struck by Lightning
And curse the Thunder.

For Oceans are beckoning,
Electric is waving,
Thunder is speaking;

The point is,
Pick up the torch.

For when fires are raging & spreading
You either lead, leave, or get burned.

A Tiny Explanation Of The Previous Work Posted:

In the "mysteries" of "Dionysus,"
Or the philosophy of Apollo,
This means stand when you imbibe libations.
When/if you do drugs.

To better know how inebriated or intoxicated
You are or have become.
To properly imbibe them rather than be binded by them or blinded by them.

Similarly, such libations can cause sickness
Without moderation. Such things zap us
Of our relaxation, even stealing our tongue(s).

Hunting what the cause is -
Searching for the light in silence or by abstaining,
Can rebirth the (good) time
Of truth wrapped in/up.

We must ward off sickness;
About our troubles we must talk.



What made them philosophies to the Order(s),
Was the constants between cultures.
You could rattle off names of "Titans" & "Gods"
To easily communicate
Whatever was happening,
Readily understood by those initiated.

Very useful if you spoke different languages,
If it was not safe/was dangerous to talk in open/openness.

And what made them "mysteries"
Was that outside observers
Were left clueless
Unless they themselves had found the light/sawed through the darkness
Or hunted for the truth(s) of the matter(s).



It was a language of Philosophy,
The Philosophy of Language.