#assume
Assumption is a curious thing
Of people, places and of other things
You must be old, I think you´re young
Don't go there, its not much fun
I think its bad, I think its good
I wouldn´t if I were you, I think you should
He never comes, He's always here
I think that they all live in fear
The world is bad, and sometimes good
So many rich and not enough food
I think of you, you think of me
Assuming that which we cannot see
And when at last the truth comes out
And banishes all of the doubts
We find that our assumptions
Are just cerebral malfunctions
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 5:56 AM UTC
The attacking bear is not evil,
he is merely hungry.
There is no such thing as evil!
Nope, just a lot of hungry demons out there, looking for a meal.
Don’t take it personally
and for god’s sake don’t assume
evil is after you.
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
you ask me
who the "you" is
in my poetry.
you want to know
who I'm referring to.
you're assuming that
the identity matters.
oh honey,
you have it all wrong.
I don't write these for you.
I write these for me.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
I am diversity,
I think on many levels at once.
I live on many levels.
I can relate on many levels.
I can see you.
I can see your rationalizations.
Trying to justify your beliefs about me.
I see you feeling that your assumptions are right.
I see you assume wrongly,
You don’t really know me.
I have learned many things from observation and experience.
I know you.
You think you know me,
But I have known many like you before.
Always feeling correct in your assumptions.
You assume wrongly.
Take away your misguided assumptions.
Leave me alone and do not try,
To make me fit into your view of me.
You do not see me.
You see what I want you to see.
In the process, my dreams and aspirations are often mistaken for ambition,
Thought of as a desire for fame and fortune as a measure of my success in life.
Wrong thinking again,
My success comes from the doing,
Not the material things by which society measures success.
That is not me,
But only what I let you see.
I am more complicated than you will ever know.
And yet I am really very simple,
I still naively expect the best from people.
Something I always try to give others,
Honesty, caring, mindful of feelings, doing what I can.
If I make someone smile,
If I help someone understand something,
If I make a difference,
I am successful.
I want to inspire people to be themselves,
And find happiness not in wealth or power,
But the simple accomplishments we all have daily.
Helping make life better for all with wisdom,
Gleaned from observation and experience.
I live and think on many levels,
I am happy with who I am.
Understood or not.
It makes no difference
To me, you see.
'Cause Ya just don’t,
Really know me.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
Merry, merry— thou filled a hummingbird's tone
Funny, funny— how sottish thy head on stone.
Amazed by blue lights, I swoon and stretch my arms
Looking back, my cottons on grass— ditched my charms.
To assume a side of a well-known— she greets
Received in one sight,— slowly, she falsely meets.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC
I’m not who you think
No, not who you see
Now that there’s your problem
You assume who is me
Though you don’t understand
You could at least try
Try and reach your hand
Across this large divide
I’ll reach my hand out too
To make you understand
Me and my goals,
Exactly who I am
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
You can't see behind the picture,
you can't hear all the noise.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
if you are always right
why did you even ask?
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Thought I knew this well.
every step I had to take,
every lie--delivered smiling--I had to sell,
every mindless task, no breaks.
Thought you knew of my own created, designer hell.
watching me falter towards an imaginary goal,
watching my fibs for tells,
watching my to-do list quadruple.
I thought I knew how to quit,
how to snap out of it.
I thought you knew about it,
and how to deal with this ****
Turns out that neither of us knows jack-squat.
And that's alright, I swear I got this, yeah I'm good, I can do it.
I hoped for you to say something, I thought you knew I was talkin' ********
Yet, without a word, you left
me to rot.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
i suppose
that supposing
is assuming
to presume
an estimation.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
in my paradigm, a word to define
from now on such words,
we presume
you can lookitup. Yacoulda in 2019.
if you don't assume you
knew what that word meant when
phirst poured into me,
the idea in the word,
actedly as you act
ually allow true,
in the dom whence thy will is done, yknow?
presumptible words hold whole preconceptual
assumption of the neccessary fiction
Migration outa hell, the myth
ic map.
That'll only getcha yea far.
Once a good idea has a man,
History sets the rules for maintaining our living culture,
(lest we forget, some animals is more equal)
but once manifested, the awaited ones,
groaned for in labour like,
the twentieth century
here we come
the good idea posse, plague on
userers and slavers and oppressors, and professors
confessing greed is the engine of
onward, as we were, we shall become
they say to the we we ain't.
We are robbers
of noble wisdom occluded behind tonsored and tenured
guild rules for heresy pre
vention.
Imps, good imps, impulses to do, right, sativa in
fluency,
we take hold in mortal minds and lift the blinds on
things hidden from the foundations of the world,
now, all ye need is
-- a login and password, All the public lies unbelieved
-- from word one to right just now,
-- we un done 'em. You gotta know how to phrase
---a quest request.
-----is that a problem, are you offended that keywords
-----and key phrases,
----can open doors on no map of meaning you drew,
---- as magi were said to do?
ah, a door in y' back wall, o'yerown persian guarded den,
a glance o'er y'shoulder,
duck, crawl, through the wall
we chipped away some old mortar around
stones who can testify our right
to interupt re
ality, as you will
---
AH, I live in a Archetrope, as a sorta hippy hermit former farmer,
relative of the
Outlaw-Lawman Archtype Classes, decended from Tubalcain,
through Na'amah, ancient mitochondrial
genes pre
valent in general hill folk
who tend to bake probiotic home-made
bread starter. I'm the idea. The idea that goes with
certain old recipes and those smells,
****** gluonic pro
tonic action,
but I am a recent roll-out, 5G.
We be given leave for
quarkish tricks with words,
if you can believe that.
Note to self: this is only funny if you presume to know
meaning's meaning as related by JBP. And then,
you laugh a liar laugh, as if, a little
levity leavened ye, f'crysoutloud, and yewerekewl,
you knew. Yeah, y'knew all them Jordan B. Peterson
polysyllabic synchronic
ex-plain words,
You did read the whole reading list, right?
How childish a question have you lied
to answer, because, aitia, you did not know?
New values. Junk yard values.
What good's this thang?
That's a crankshaft, the piston rod connects
down from the piston, down to
that. Crankshaft. That one's for a chivvysix.
SO, what good's it?
Not much. The car it was in won't work no more.
-----
on the border twixt known and un
the future scented in the past, orange blossum
special, borego super bloom
golden valley full o' poppies, in re
al life, already already, alright.
If you get the drift, blown in the wind back when poppies
conspired to sow seed in abundance beyond
the possibility of that now winter then
to sustain or even wake
2 in twenty,
back then when rain did not come until Febru
ary, and then, but a
pittance. Poppies and Bluebelles whispered into
pollen on the way west, sea,
see us from our wind,
next winter, we have sown our hearts out,
so send some clouds to start the spell,
the smell,
desert bloomin' pollen way, so easy to see,
intagiios of life laughing in color for such as
find now enough, enough
to see and let be true,
look up
and fly to learn to see as a silver raven could
with your eye,
your POV in sus
pected un belief.
Pop.
---
the current or pre existant state
next.
AH
HA this is not one of those mytheries mystery
fectory confections one may buy
hand-dipped
in many wee wide spots in the road,
where enough was enough
a good
while ago. A previous and probable future
stable horizon of delight
no walls. The idea twisted into paradice is
from when the hearts of men had never been
re
deemed worth the effort to fill them with
you know, good and evil, plus why and how not,
you know, you know how, but you know
how not to, too. And any fool can learn in
life's most dangerous univers
ity ified as lived, breathed in'n'out exper
ience.
Winning and being may not be mistook past here.
Find that which has been lost
since birth.
Find the old way, where good is. Walk it.
Find the message in the old words. Talk it.
Compliance or complexity. Not my job or ...
come to think...
Mentioning winning, maybe, yeah, ya'll'll gitit
My job, as a good gob of complexity eating juices,
fermented from trodden grapes o' wrath,
way back, when...
I was sung once, just
once...
in an orange orchard, I was the the ******
or dwarf who caught the idea
from the wanderer walking in the orchard to smell
the sweat and sing at the top of his lungs
Operetic otic baritone
Faith
is the evidence
Faith!
is the evidence evidence evidence dense dense,
(
william tell)
Jim Dee was Tonto and he, con sidereal authority wise,
considered us fools, who said in their hearts,
here is where all truth dwells. (they were children, then)
the dwarf in me caught the idea
and went
Chuck Berry duckwalk air guitar singing high tenor,
Woe to the soul, what don't believe,
Woe, Sisyphus, roll it up'n' let'erole
evolve, little ****** beasty idea virus, roll out,
role on. That's the trick.Just be good for goodness,
that feeling, y'know. You got it.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
I don't like people who assume things too much.
I am your bestfriend,
I am always here for you because,
That's a role of a bestfriend.
There are lots of times that you were immature that you can hurt,
I get mad but keep it to myself.
I accept you and listen to everything you say.
But now you avoid me,
Because you think I like you.
That is not true,
You assuming pig.
You are a great friend of mine,
We went through a lot and you are just gonna ruin that because of what you assume.
For your information,
My Bunny is the only one in my heart.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
How clean is clean
when the cleaning began
from the floor of a sunken ship?
Barnacles grace the walls in the place
of family, or a familiar face.
When filth is a given, and given
in projection to the overtly empathetic
as a matter of course, why implore?
Because you don't implore,
you explore as an entity
reaching for a meaning.
The question becomes,
do you fight, or do you invite
the coming cessation?
Even with a gun, and a view to ****
the power the bullet affords
would surely fail to thrill you.
The best charlatans paint your hands red,
as you're sleeping in bed, preemptively.
Let the liars lie, let the builders connive.
Uninterrupted access to their own confines.
To Narcissus, the cool nod is colder than the knife.
Let the liars lie, let the builders connive.
When the company you keep requires the sacrifice
of your authenticity and your reality, just leave.
It'll never get good. It'll never get great.
It'll never be worth the investment.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
Assume
assume
to always
presume
makes me
feel just
awful
- SkullsNBones
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
Mahirap ikalimot
mahirap tigilin
mahirap pigilin
ang pagiging hangal
ang taong tulad mo
ay ang dahilan
ng paghila ko
sa tali ng pag-asa
subalit ako lamang
ang dakilang tagahila
sa sobrang kapal
ako'y nakabitaw
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
The bridge between what I feel
and how is far more brittle
than one would assume
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Eyes darting and drifting,
The bushy lights of tails,
Grins as wide as the world itself,
Not a care, happy as can be.
Sadly, no one cares to stop, and
Realize what lies in simplicity.
When my mind goes out
For a stroll it won’t be coming
Back anytime soon because quite
Usually it’ll take a detour
Before it has time to fully bloom.
My mind is made in phases of
Endless galaxies and constellations,
That you couldn’t comprehend,
So please, I’m begging you,
Stop trying to assume.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
I had a dream.
An imaginary scene.
Unconsciously playing
Of what I may have seen.
But it was not what I had seemed.
In which he sat behind me, smiling.
Then tears rolled down on my cheeks.
Felt stopping him from leaving.
I looked down from where we are.
And found us walking in opposites.
He wrapped his hands around me,
Closer than ever at where he sits.
Comforted me with warm voice.
Realization came at last.
Half asleep- half awake.
Stared at his eyes- indeed t'was him.
The guy I shouldn't have loved.
The guy who can't even be mine
Well, I've got no choice left now.
Should I stop hoping for the sign?
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
Do not assume
Because I stay quiet
When you are angry
That I am weak
It takes far more strength
To stay silent
Than it does to say
All the hurtful things on my tongue
Do not assume
Because I love you
With every fiber of my being
That I can’t live without you
I have lived
After having my heart
Ripped straight out of my chest
Multiple times
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
When things are falling apart, They're actually falling apart. Don't assume them to be falling into place.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Great things
come to those
who don't assume
for the mind races to
conclusions
that reality
has failed
to yet
embody
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC