For the honey - lo!- came bitter,
and as the Beat of Us-
Heart - Charges On

We wondered - each - to the Other
How - do we - wait for
You - who have give and-

take- as the Breeze-
whispers past yet-
all that's being Heard-

is of this Frozen-
Caught in Tresses-
Believing that - You-

Would arrive-
at the Bugle's Cry-
of - Victory.

Yet past - This -
the little Ladybug-
and i - we -

Live ever - for
it too traipses off!-
amidst brushes and bushes,

not - wanting to -
fall in - to the
Lie of - Painting.

tire, tire, tired.
tried-
where were we?
backwards...
might be the
DARK
ages-
blessed be,
open to darkness !

Proving a point?

They were kept
subdued

numbed emaciated-
through achievements trophies appearances and

being someone to be bragged about
by someone elses mouth

being someone to show off about
proud to be a

responsible consumer and number;
those who broke free

labelled witches, crazies--
thats what they did

they kept all the humans
in a trance a daze

so that they could fall asleep
knowing that somewhere

beds were bombed
and babies mutilated.

thats how this culture slept nights
pushing each of the vulnerables

the ones who could see
and feel and grieve and not

shut off-- till they died
overwhelmed from the burdens

of family, friends and surviving
on this paradise that we have made

into an ambiguous warzone
where the healers are killed tacitly

and when they die
cry and cry and o cry.

thats how we slept nights
pushing the trembling ones to the brink of

pulling the knife
and once dead

we cry and cry
o what a shame o if only they were still alive.

Like this
sunrise,
or the other dawn--
so sweet in its
unborn delight
so soon already-- gone --

It scares me how sure we are of progress;
the hammer beats outside my window.
Not quick to blame any more either,
if not for progress or lack thereof, i wouldnt be here.

in the midst of this paradise,
and then i see a little closer,
myths of discomfort, of overcoming,
and of separations, of the lesser evil.

and then so many good intentions
so many, this many that now
i wonder why im sitting here
not doing something not doing, i mean, something.

perhaps, perhaps because i do not know
what is the right action
when all in the pursuit of progress
ends up creating fiveteen other problems

amidst the torn cloth requiring
just the one stitch and not
so so many more.
oh theres a lot of trash. let us DECORATE with filth.

Nah-
this is better.
i dont anyways know
what poetry is- Reminds me!
i should probably start reading some-
theres that line of re inventing wheels--

it is sometimes
o.k.
to feel guilty
for
not feeling so.
∞
here i mean as i folded clothes from my laundry that theres a guilt now days i feel when not feeling the guilt im supposed to feel and no i personally do not prefer "wise" or whatever poetry but it came and the rest of the words were broken in the wind. anyways, i wrote this and the title refers to a praxis of mine to clearly identify my ambitions and thus accept that i have these be they fueled from "personal self" or "society" (thats you, kid!) or otherwise and thence leave them all and be a life lived with no ambition- in fact apparently such is the way to be rid of addictions - addiction in case you've guessed by now have little to do with drugs, in fact its any self-soothing behavior that is done as a protest of acknowledging and being with a sort of fuzze pain that we may or even may not be conscious of and thus our actions to bless away this amorphousity is through this or that action perhaps being a proud teetotaller and thus getting drunk on virtue or not smoking cannabis but getting high on fasting or not ******* but getting ****** up on miserliness it is all almost infinite and a never end and thus live live live with no why heyhoheyhey

dont
didnt
dont feel like
writing today.
pointless.
and more,
why?
thus wrote today.
and that was
NOT
my day.

Hi [>>>], i guess i wouldnt fit in typical roles either! though i will surely at some time within 72 hours check the link you've sent, im asking if theres any possibility of a patronship (not in the sense of "MOOCHING".)- with the beautiful balance of diving deeper into the "dark" (as a dark skinned individual i take offence with "employers" talking about darkness and unsupposed "positivity"!) sides of the collective unconscious and literally just having enough.  rather --/ how about a lot/ of us / learn how to shut UP! that seems to/ be about/ it./ (no i mean to ask if theres any position of/ "menial" help at the cheapest labour with no/ publication (yes i realise that matters at where/[eegads still got some training with alcohol to do!] is in regards to "global"/recognition.../so/that i may do me with some funding so i/ get/to/direct a feww v.v.v. low budget movies?)-/from a death meditation last few days-/a movie that/cele-brates (as in vibration? (thanks [K.]and [R.]!))/the beauty of /"supphfocation"/as in-/celebrating the womb./anyways just send-/ing,/this is pretty o.k. for/Now./[Theo] p.s. I would love to hear what y'all thought of my blogspot project from months back!