#improvised
I've built on desire
My lungs to respire
The whole world entire
Till it goes down in fire
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
where shall one begin with an unknown task
as there's not a manual of instruction
to follow in the exact construction
yet one cannot be phased by its ask
ad-libbing may get knitted on the bask
so why allow any type of obstruction
it'll mean one is certain for destruction
on-ward till there's a near finished cask
Milton supplied the writing assignment
hence one took a huge risk attempting it
his format came without apt document
the sonnet improvised every bit
a plan not seen anywhere to complement
the novice didst garner abundant wit
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
I'll get me a yappy dog
A small one
Scrappy.
He'll screech and holler
Like a rat lost in the dark
Oh how it'd be
To bear such a mark.
I'll get me a mousey dog
A youngish one
Mousey.
She'll annoy me in the mornin'
Evenin'
Night
Back to the height of the sun.
She'll tap and scrap till...
I can't take it anymore...
Maybe I'll get a biggun one
It'll protect me
Like a gun
She'll keep watch
While I be sleepin'
Till they put out some food
And continue on creepin...
Well maybe a medium one
Crazy as can be
Runnin' out in the mornin' sun
He'll play catch and give chase
Run with the pack
Cageless and free
Until I bring it inside...
Well, now it's gone to ***
On the carpet...
Doggon it
Maybe I'll throw out that dish
Send 'em back to the homestead
Perhaps get a fish instead...
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
********** and *******
don't have to be mutually exclusive-
just like tame and eccentric,
or introverted and extroverted.
Level-headed and insane.
Wise and foolish.
Yin and yang, man.
Each has it's place
'pon this crazy ******* journey
we, in English, have come to call
"Life"
and sometimes
they overlap
in a funny way.
Balance is qi.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Exploring musical concepts
in the key of C aeolian, with some G mixolydian;
even some G Phrygian sometimes- dominant.
Naturally, there's also some blues scale licks.
Mostly in 4, but some parts are in 7;
others are in 5, while yet more are in 6
(which is arguably just 3, but I venture to argue all rhythms can be more easily conceptualized as combinations of 2s and 3s. Then, one may argue that it's all just 1s, but now it's just getting nit-picky.. think of it however works for you.)
There's even a groove in 27/16!
Who would do such a thing?
Then, it's also a bit of an experiment
when it comes to harmonic rhythm
(the rate at which key/chord/etc. changes happen)
All that **** east Indian music influence!
While I realize how little of that may make sense
unless One is to approach music fairly philosophically,
I implore thee to copy-paste the link below
to hear whatever it is I'm talking about.
Be warned, though: it's measures nearly 15 minutes long.
What can I say?
I tend to get a bit carried away...
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
It.
It is.
What is it?
That's just it:
it just is.
Fight it if you will.
Will
does have certain power that knows no known bounds,
but Will is nigh useless unless you act.
Action
can be a step in the wrong direction
if you don't stop to consider the implications of the choice.
Choice
is both a gift and a curse,
for we can never know with certainty.
Certainty
is a generalization for a particular probability
that we see to be in our favor.
Favor
is a slippery slope
inexorably leading to isolation.
Isolation
is what mind felt
when saw itself as the pilot of matter.
Matter
is frozen energy-
potential en potentia:
Potential.
Everything is potential.
Create the future you wish to reap.
Have the courage to blaze your own trail
if none you've found is as you desire;
there's nothing wrong with that:
It isn't selfish
to seek what it is for which your heart and soul cry out.
It isn't selfish
to refuse to follow a Path laid by another.
It isn't selfish
to pursue happiness;
rather, I find it to be quite the contrary:
If we all, independently, could bring about our own ecstasy
try to fathom what a rave life could be.
Puns may be intended;
ne'er forget to read between the lines-
read between the words themselves,
and look within them as well as thyself
for comprehension;
for understanding.
Words are such funny tools.
Such is a theme of mine.
Tools
be not at fault
for the evil that is so often wrought by them;
they are a catalyst; a medium:
a sort-of transmittal of intention:
A hammer can build or ****
with similar effort and ease
if only the Will is so inclined.
That is the boundless power of Will.
That is our responsibility as conscious beings.
One must seek construction of the Self,
rather than destruction of the Other.
For,
what is destruction of the Other
if not destruction of the Self
from the outside
in
?
(All off my questions are rhetorical and not.
Answer them. I dare you. They are my challenges.
Therein lies the journey to understanding the Self;
or, as they call it in academia: "Philosophy.")
I find that One finds what One seeks,
whether it is harmony or dissonance
or anything else in between.
(Or, maybe that's a product of my own bias!)
Thy every moment may differ,
but t'is of thy Path that I speak.
Tread lightly, my friend.
Only you can bear thy torch-
but, the true crux
is refusing to drop it
until you no longer require it.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
I once thought you were everything.
Turns out you're less than nothing.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC