#discussion
Don’t let the invisible eye in the sky,
Guide you,
for if They existed,
You’d be told you are on the wrong side.
You use this “big boy” voice,
To tell us,
Me!
what we see,
when you can’t separate what you hear,
from your own speech.
These policies,
Beliefs,
are empty, in reality.
So,
Join us in being fools,
for We don’t know too,
for it’s better to be a fool trying,
Then blindly following.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
Philippa Foot, a thinker wise,
Proposed a moral game:
A twist designed to make you rise,
And act to earn your name.
A train runs wild; it will collide,
With five doomed on the track.
You're standing - watching from the side,
No way to call them back.
But near your hand, a lever waits:
One pull will shift the rail.
You change the train’s relentless fate,
But is this choice a fail?
It now will strike a single man,
But leave the group alive.
Yet he was safe before your plan,
Now HE will not survive.
To save the five, you claimed his life,
Was that the better plan?
A noble act, or something rife?
A group against one man?
So ask yourself: are five worth more
Than sacrificing one?
Or would it haunt you at your core,
No matter what was done?
If you had simply walked away,
The five would surely fall.
Yet choosing death for him that day
Still leaves you bearing all.
The lesson is no verdict clear,
No answer cast in stone:
The trolley’s track runs ever near,
And leaves the choice your own.
Doing nothing is not right
But neither is intervening,
You're always the killer - and the knight,
And THAT is the only true meaning.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
On the last page, a question lingers around,
A little gem for the reading crowd.
“Look up at the sky,” the book does implore,
And you start to ponder what you read before.
“Has the sheep eaten the flower?” you ask yourself,
A cosmic riddle, revealing itself.
For in this thought, the universe sways,
And shifts our view in wondrous ways.
If the flower still stands - proud and untouched,
Is the sheep’s hunger forever unhushed?
Would it dream of petals, soft and sweet,
While munching on grass beneath its feet?
But if the bloom has met its fleecy fate,
Is the prince’s planet now desolate?
Would stars shine dimmer in the night,
Mourning the loss of that floral light?
No grown-up sees why this matters so,
But children understand the question’s glow.
In pondering sheep and flora’s dance,
We glimpse the magic of happenstance.
Perhaps in asking, we become more wise,
Seeing the world through children’s eyes.
For in life’s garden, strange and vast,
It’s wonder, not logic, that truly lasts.
So gaze at the heavens, mind roaming free,
Imagine the possibilities you might see.
But watch out for a question, horrific, yet deep:
What if the flower ate the sheep?
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
Oh, look—an em-dash—in its natural place,
A punctuation mark, a timeless friend.
They say it’s AI’s sharp, mechanical trace,
But writers embrace it right up to the end.
It breaks up a thought—like a secret shared,
Not just the lines of a robot’s pen.
A pause that’s alive—bravely dared,
With rhythm and wit—again and again.
I love the dash—well, I used to!
Now, I don’t—I’m not amused
By people—so quickly "AI use" flew—
And I’m pretty tired of being accused.
Where do you think AI got it from?
It’s trained on human writing, mate!
Was used before—and will be used some,
So stop with all the pointless hate!
Next time you spot this dancing dash,
Remember, hands once left this trace.
It’s human and art—no cold AI clash;
Oh, look—an em-dash—in its natural place.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC
If you don't wanna understand it, don't.
You're not held to comprehension.
If you don't want to agree, don't.
You're not held to a thing in discussion.
If you don't want to think, don't.
You're still liable for your actions.
If you don't want to speak, don't.
You're still liable for its consequences.
Personally? Don't have a fit,
I don't give a ****
Smell the flowers!
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
Without a soul
there is no life
only relentless churning
in a word machine
which has never seen
or sorrowed
or loved
or a thousand other things
for it is this that gives the poet's words their wings
it can but try
but with no heart
it cannot truly fly
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 5:18 AM UTC
Nothing there anymore
Everything good thrown out
Did not try to stop it
What is there to talk about?
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 8:52 AM UTC
The "context" is not an excuse
how can rumors
be only unfortunate news?
The fault is yours but I am the one you accuse
You appeal to reason and want a truce
but why do I feel like I can't choose?
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 4:55 AM UTC
De-escalation
to the last detail
you know my psyche
you never fail
Perfect behaviour
suspicious to say the least
Witness of your beauty
unaware of you as a beast
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:39 AM UTC
Jury executioner and judge
Using your friend as a lawyer
to deliver your grudge
In every action
you find a flaw
Forever defeated
my aim is a draw
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
Your roots run thousands of years deep
whether you’re proud or not, I haven’t heard it through the grapevine
but I see you sitting still on this rotating axis mid-bloom, rising to my height
rising with the Fahrenheit
Look across, I’m with the cacao trees
growing yet again, dying off yet again
resurrecting yet again, growing, again
on the same soil, we know the flavors of dust after biting worse
we are neighboring streets but parallel worlds
we are all closer than magnets can fathom with tempers of exploding atoms if ever pushed that far
What would it take for you to see through my eyes?
Well, could you race a maze the shape of brain creases and make it from start to finish in the time a fading wick will diminish
but I’ll show you the routes
put your heart in my compass and unlearn the pillars of your thoughts for a moment
I’ll lay a darker foundation for you to build on,
only for a moment, a sec, a yoctosecond
and you can return to yourself
Look me in the soul
spit your lies on the asphalt
exhale the truth and nothing but
even if it burns on the way out of you
it hurts me too
But it’s just the air I breathe. We adjust.
Like mother Earth, we adjust and keep growing, keep growing, keep growing, keep growing.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
i know somewhere inside that i am living in a
future history lesson.
so why does my life feel so mundane?
i wake up and do chores and homework,
argue with my siblings,
call my friends on the phone.
my life hasn’t paused even though the whole rest of the world has.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
Does the line of comfortability change due to culture? Can you handle less because maybe you did not handle more? Are you over sensitizing because I overheard? Telling me to watch the words I learned at a young age because Susies mom taught her kids those terms?
Do you only laugh at the people you enjoy? Respect the same of your own? Can you respect me even if you don't agree, I don't want to come at you, I don't think Im right but I don't think Im wrong. Agree to disagree simple to say it .
You tell me.... "I AM" part of the queer community as if I don't love a good ***** in the face.
You tell me WHO you are and assume who I am not.
I don't want to take away your voice, I don't disagree, I just wanna say mine too and how I feel....
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
a rise
Irondale as
home fries
are those
building law
in let
your love
of leaping
volt that
inquiry is
now our
world with
substance the
insistence only
flat with
an arc
of love
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
Words of no profit,
Chitchat and debate
worth no participate!
Rather saving the lost,
Edifying the synagogue.
It’s the beast works
For men to mine;
Strifes among themselves,
Diverting the energies
And thinking of disciples
Thousand miles away,
Away from the way,
from what to be acted.
Never forget HE existed,
Existed before thickheaded tail.
The tail never wins at all!
Life, the race across the lake,
Philosophy of man starts
Invading the beliefs of the temple
With false teachings.
Dogmatic mentalities an’ hard cores
Result no spiritual growth.
Be diligent in study of HIS words;
The Truth!
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
Rinse and repeat and take my seat
Cut into the meat my mouth feels heat
Of a bitter treat sickly sweet
Digress and digest when we meet
No duress when you suggest we eat
Over a meal ideas compete without a defeat
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
You say: I’m impossible,
You say: you can’t talk to me any more,
I say: I listened, I replied, I gave you my opinion.
You just didn’t like what you heard.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC