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RJ Days Aug 2016
All sorrow is perpendicular occurring
at right angles of tragedy encircling
the grief-stricken with straight edges
only once intersecting across infinite planes—

Don't dare draw the lines between points
or shade the region with limits or curves
because the trajectories of bullets are plotted
on branes intolerant of slightest triangulation

Woe unto the seekers of sine waves
sobbing thinking of filling every trough
believing surely by now we've offered enough
to sate these bloodthirsty Euclidean demons

Cresting won't ever arrive in this course
filled to the brim with asymptotes, cold corollaries
but never spilling over under our sacred
pledge of allegiance to the 2nd Parallel Postulate

No intersections can be admitted with thoughts
& prayers extending outward barely co-planar
serious public policy proposals axiomatic
insistence on the Nirvana Theorem or nothing

A set of all points remains, mutually exclusive
motionless and always incongruent clueless
about their own particular geometries
awaiting radical Pythagorean salvation

Some paradigm we’ve built here though!
Two hundred years of living polygonal hand
to elliptical mouth without tangential reflection
on the unproven flatness of humanspace.
I wrote the first draft of this after Orlando. Insomnia brought me back to finally edit and publish it two months later.
KathleenAMaloney May 2016
Red Flame

Once again
Beauty
Reflected
In the Context of the World
How many times?
Can Love say No to Itself
From the Perception
Of Difference?

Writers Ink,  
Unspilled

When a Flag comes out
Is there no longer One?

Are the Words Spoken
In Another's Language
Really  the Threat
Of an impoverished Life?
Or the Words of another
Persons Faith
....heretic?

These ears
of Listening
Are the Walk
Of Life..

There is
No Team
No Coin
No Fear

Just the
Opportunity
For Choice
To Love, and Listen

A Rainbow
Of Entry
Into a Room
Without Light

Love's Miracle
Unbroken
Sight
Àŧùl Aug 2014
First of all I wanna make it clear to all of you who are reading this article that I don't wanna be rude or sound pesky. And I just want to disclose my views about God.

God is a reality. Period. But God is inactive. Period. That God has actually created the universe with its faulty physics and biology because just as they say, everybody is imperfect. Period. Even God is imperfect and embodies all the imperfections known. Period. God created the universe and then slept, letting the greatest divine agent Time to take control of governing everything from physics and biology while considering the chemistry of all things. Period. God has neither born, nor It has died. Period. Neither God is a male, nor it is a female.

Time is God and time must never be wasted praying to Ishwar, Jesus, Prabhu, God, Rabba, YHWY or Bhagwan.

No, in no way is this a blasphemous article. But yes, another futile attempt to awaken humanity. There's a world much more important than just being permanently immersed in an imaginary divine entity's worship.
Not a poem.

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