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Gesellschap May 28
Mr. Roger’s chasing stars,
I poked holes in the drapes,
Breaking the sun into shards,
Remaking Adam and Eve in different shapes,

Tyson used Saturn as a vinyl record,
I run tapes like Nile’s sidewalks,
Sound spits like a momma bird,
Bachs piano teeth eating rocks

An Astro colonoscopy,
Shakespeare creating geometry,
Dominos fall down the pit,
With an ace taped over its scream,

Aurelius slit his wrists,
Mars is a **** star,
Making me resist
Breaking aliens hearts

Louis Armstrong did the moon walk,
Fitting his glove,
He then talked,
It has been shoved


Oppenheimer implemented the bomb,
My heart stops,
Pushing the cancer,
******* atomic clocks
I really enjoyed writing this
Manx May 23
Outside of language structuring and more into the rhetoric of philosophy;
Logos, within the frame of reference of 2nd person perspective, corresponds to our inner monologues. The mind's speech.

1st person - Perceiver - Person
2nd person - Perception - Place
3rd person - The Perceived - Thing

So whereas from the 1st person perspective, thought is merely an attribute of perception - 2nd person sees the mind as a more physical place.
A liminal space between the material & immaterial.
Therein, thought which is the inner monologue can be offered body. You can personify thought as a whole, personify thoughts in sets, or in singulars. So 3rd person would be thought which examines or experiences itself.
Can you picture the apple?
The definitions of its shape? Discern the subtle variances in hues? Feel it? Smell it? Taste it?
Can you experience the consciousness of an apple? Experience 𝘸𝘩𝘒𝘡 its existence is? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 it exists? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 it exists?
Do you think an apple which experiences itself rots? Or does it grow to be a tree?
Dylan A Apr 29
If I shot at a number line,
The chance of hitting it exactly would be 0,
Because a line made only of points has no width,
And points themselves have no size.

So it is impossible to pick a specific point.

So if I had, or did, shoot my shot,
I’d have no chance,
Because she is only his,
And he is hers.

So it is impossible to shoot my shot at her.
Arcassin B Apr 26
Creating Energy,
Is what I be on, I don't think you can replicate this,
Slow minds in this world, you might as well become
a waitress,
Or a bartender , its crazy how energy loss is like
handing out liquor,
But who cares , go figure,
They say "you should take scientology",
No thanks , not in my discography,
Sway me unapologetically telling you to get
the hell away from me...

New poem titled "Teach Us Freestyle" (Full Poem In Link)


Β©abpoetry2025.
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2025/04/teach-us-freestyle.html?spref=tw
Jeremy Betts Mar 12
The monsters quickly collect under the bed
Graduating faster to free range demons roaming the head
Diabolical shadows lurking on the perimeter of the peripheral
Becoming a something far to real to think it still impossible
Unlike fear and loathing, fear and logic are seldomly seen traversing side by side
The unnatural occurrence of an unnecessary ride

By the time an oblivious mind realizes the kamikaze danger
The digits it controls are busy pulling out each heartbreak dagger
Those select few that came through the front from theΒ Β back
Create tallies in scar form that are starting to overlap as they stack
Teetering on life's edge as it dares me to take that final step over
Finding it impossible not to follow the devil when there's one on each shoulder
Manx Feb 15
It's intelligence that's 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘒𝘬π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨,
Emotion 𝘒π˜₯𝘷π˜ͺ𝘴π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨?
Is logic 𝘀𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘡π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨?
But no, you;
You're all three.
𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺; 𝘀𝘭𝘦𝘒𝘳𝘭𝘺,
That's why everything
Seems so confusing,
Right?
Or have they left?
Were they ever there to begin with?
Manx Feb 13
Beware the ides of March,
April shall weep with us,
And May might even;
Beware the hanging mist,
Avoid the creeping fog,
And move out from the shadows.

Stand before everybody,
Let them hear the truth of your love
And explain that, that love is of the people
Which are of knowledge.

The children of reason,
The kids of virtue;
The lineage of Logic & Wisdom,
Of Innocence & Emotion.

Be wary of the pats on the back,
But less of those open in their criticisms.

Watch the blade which does not reflect,
Whoever hesitant to display their genuine feelings.

Keep your family closest,
But merely watch their wandering affections.

Keep your friends closer,
For at a distance you seem as enemies.
Mind the weather, they're calling for hard rain.
Maria Etre Feb 5
"I am over the moon", love said
"But how can you breathe?" logic asked

"I can't", love smiled
"How are you alive?", logic asked

"I am catching my breath", love replied
"Up there?", logic replied

"Weightlessly",
love closed its eyes
and fell
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