#daoism
Spaces in the void call to the mother
Whose great emptiness is full of all things
Her center pulls in every dark emotion
Turning hate to love and loss to plenty
Taking pain and replacing it with peace
She, a steady river, pulls in a deep current
Churning silt to spin in hurricane spirals
Guiding the flood to the mighty ocean
Mixing faded browns with rusty reds
Blending the chaos into a cerulean blue
— Deeper than the blackest seas combined —
At night, the mother of nothing speaks
Folding darkness into a never ending
Block, uncarved from the empty thoughts
That pivot towards the many worldly desires
And back to the infinite source of her heart
She sees all and holds all within
She is everything, yet she is nothing
An endless void wider than space itself
Yet smaller than the point of a needle
She is our mother, our love, and our pain
— Rolled into one —
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:18 PM UTC
This life without being financed
Or having any means
Means I'm not in anyone's way
I am no obstacle
I only fail to conceptualize monetary syndromes
Suffering I comprehend
I have worked in the volunteering much
This is normal humanity
There are no trademarks here
Anything can work here
For me it is a choice for now to contemplate my rights
I am unaware of my own ability completely
Thinking is compassion
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC
Lonely old sea
Perishing normal
Hide beneath the nomads
In jealous storm
Creator washing his former lovers
Return to stone
Climbing your ritual
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
Needs of compassion fill ones outlet
As the light can only rent
One's home is shades away from sleep
The inner peace, a witness
Perceives little suffering
But owns a path out
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
there exists no abandoned fogs,
and all ways of fortune are capricious and tame,
yet longing prevents the embrace from times nervous ambition
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 11:38 PM UTC
We shelter in the downtrodden
From foreign distance, yet they do not
Herald an angel of willpower, yet without wings we rebel
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
The before
Original peace before others
It is possible to rest the mind
Away from the others
Creating suffering
Without resentment
And slow the escapes
Empty the advised
And contemplate
Ones owned mind
Betrayal
Would betrayal favor blemish
Conspire in grand audience
Nourish supple wraths tincture?
Love knows no other demise
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
come to earth,
meet kevins irish mits
speak well before the king
write me a poem
you are on the ground
in defeat
the irish general
does not to release water
zen
fitness
now you are clavicled by an irish knight
had you drawn ink from japan
i would have not spoken
water is of food
now you beg for instruction
daoist resign
there is no path to wisdom from you
you are the illiterate
this is to speak to jenna haze
asking of the future
to teach me of speaking irish poetry, privately, writing our words
beneath the darkness, i have learned
for the second time, i feel so alive, worthed
by anjelas remorse, leaving you blind
suffering is inability to speak of love to love
be involved in goodbye for now
and journal list yesterday, where the baby last rested that head
jared, i got to hear today
thats social anxiety, huh
anti social is just,
privacy laws are just
sad but true doesnt fade to black
it stays the same way, forever
two may unquestion the meaning
two may never have opportune moments
to create inertia
i open the wound again jenna
to plummet further
that you wont find me again
to the future of past friends
that know kevin is gone
thats irish poetry
reclusive measures haunt for surrender in ink
hear as i create trust in men of records
perils home is naught of your concern
chivalry lives
the inner peace, investigate
hiding leases of soiled waters
presents of embarrassment, be torn from my pages
the spanish playwrights
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
ok
will she come back
the light in the eyes of you, your self
is only another day in the future
the void fills in, into you passing time
that no life is lost until it bends and grieves
the grief follows itself down the stairs
and when your hinge is born, news of another birth
this is a love, only a singular love away from not being...
loved backwards
the morrows are up to you to pull from heaven and begin the troov
Troov is the official software to manage lost and found properties Musée du Louvre
oriana, deer, this is empty darkness back again, the cured found
the emptied reason of space in task, the lifted veils of man as boy for your lifes examination of nothing
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
— The Beginning —
kevin 23h
the middle path
for and with the undiscovering of the mind
the untouched rendering of paint
the unknowing of war and wars
a vowel a verb reflection
before the slaving, water and narcissus
as she was meaning so shall i
when will she bring a new song
Mary Huxley 7h
Is it a part to a poem??
kevin now
no this is the philosophy of zen
i attend the school of thought as wells are poor
kevin now
zen is the partaking of meditation to be present in the time of wisdom
wisdom is a women unbothered by your life, ?
the inaction and undoing of your mind
for interfere is not real
the turn of proverbial limit upon a worlds head
as holding the worth becomes your worth
you are found without words
only lies of why you were created by ***** laundry
perhaps this is american colloquilism
adam smith deux jokes people
treatise are fraud by american capitalists of no no's
international crimes
proceed with subversive letters and freespeech in pamphlet forms
quality of quarters are rations of ink
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
i am not a share, nor are you, without your ink mine never soils
before the sage and the nomad
your ears learned of why eyes
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
aura's mission to create
is beneficial in the times of aura
creating work and improvement
being research and exploration
of work
this is usable today
this is also wiser than yesterday of when?
when the other year has not approached
aura is an internet company
not a non profit ponzi scheme
the schematic of work is crimes against the poor
a poisonous monopoly over calming natures home
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
dim approaches
requiring ceremony
in the ancient ways and...
memories of civilization
the master
of us, his slaves
to worship his belief
the egodeaths
confounding books
neither finding nor forwarding the mark
book ended
in ireland
or china
the point
is that, behind you
your kingdom is full of dead you's
the cost of your suicides
that you would against them
learn only from yourselfish
your selfish childish fun
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 4:20 PM UTC
enter, the tail of the novice legislators
you should sit in mediocrity for 20 hours a day
while peasant children die from your mercy
then a sound of trumpet in disarray chariots mere kat fires
and tails are woven from your disdain of love
capitalism
never enter my democracy poems
and again to the breach to visit your mistaken identity
the whale hag and the shale rubble of pitiful rock n roll attorney's
voucher for the fraud girls need high school nubile
nubile supple gorge of rotten egg lips
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 6:21 PM UTC
an introduction to the other path
the high road
steppings a side of a plane
between eternity and me
where i gave up life
for a blind doorway
inside of wisdom
from within a hows it gone
the ending from me
world war 3
thats your choice
now, suicide
how have you felt lately
without me
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:50 PM UTC
when the world shrugs
beneath the feet, the soul
under, your foot my life
the thought of with you
never calls for paper
your not us
we are poor folk
without shame
and capable of before
before the country becomes tonight
a mis tightened clunk in the engine
still not my thoughts
argue, inside alone
argument meant it was already me who won
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
If and when
Why
All legal letters
Are missing
Legislation Legislature Legislating
Someone has taken
Not given
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
civility rolled off autumns tongue after forty three and neigh a year coursing through four noble turns and twice unfolding the tear.
in her hands i'd rarely leep, occasionally for some sufferings sleep
and in the tree's i'd hang for she, often offered nothing of burglary
sheep and beep her alarms did seek, to conquer with force my earthly smell, learning to drink her milky swim i have lost verbs again
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
There are beings
who say and do.
They live in the future,
always making plans.
There are beings
who say, but don't do.
They live in the past,
dwelling on intentions.
There are beings
who don't say, but do.
They live in the now,
and are fully present.
*What will you choose?
What did you choose?
What do you choose?*
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
Once, someone was called beautiful
And from that, ugliness was born
With all its self conscious nature
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC