#individuals
People disappear
in the round off of their group
shifted between deficit and surplus
when the brim is reached
and you still do exist, but all the same
do not count - Nothing can be done about it
For strangers, my life and experiences are
interchangeable, yet non-exchangeable with anyone
Only hypothetically
do my wingbeats matter
amidst all the butterflies
amidst all the flowers
in the gardens of the world
and the vases here
at the centre
of my thoughts
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC
Finally free in an open field
where there is more to see
than I like
Nothing
that catches my attention
being an obstacle
hiding
what is invisible
A lightning field of insights
that prove themselves
once you have an eye
for the heartbeat and the breath
of the tree of life
in which you move
Then it is difficult
to be blind again
and lonely
and forget
the herd
and the earth
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 4:03 AM UTC
even though
i might take
the utmost care
in wrapping gifts
making sharp folds
all tightly sealed
and tied with a bow
of ribbon or string
depending on style
not wanting to appear
incompetent
a supposed adult
incapable of mastering
such trivial tasks
as cutting
folding
sticking
i still will spend
the same effort
and attention
maybe more so
in making a joke
of what i present
to certain individuals;
using newspaper
and bits of scrap
as gift wrap
with glitter-bombs
******* up off-cuts
uncooked pasta
or whatever
comes to hand
as decoration
finished with
a doodle or
line of writing
something ridiculous
relevant and funny
only to them
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC
I can understand that one is knowledgeable,
While understanding that this is not correlative or indicative of intelligence.
Likewise, I can understand one is both, or can be both,
And respect that in specific.
Yet; I can likewise understand,
That while the aforementioned individual(s)
Merits respect in that or those specific aspect(s) and/or attribute(s),
That that individual lacks patience & compassion.
And so that individual is ultimately unworthy/undeserving
Of any greater respect than in understanding them.
Otherwise, I hamper myself & only hinder others
In both intelligence & understanding.
Conversely, I can appreciate that one may understand what they're talking about
Even if I don't fully understand the experience as described.
Whether this is an aspect of one's own ignorance, as in a lack of understanding or confusion,
Or to/by the nature of how/what information is conveyed.
I can appreciate that communication can sometimes be difficult.
I can respect that individual still;
But only if they're earnestly, honestly trying & attempting to.
Only if they're honest & forthright in it & even about it.
Otherwise, they hamper only themselves & hinder others
In both knowledge & intelligence.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
Did you hear about the stark raven?
A conspiracy they got to know.
Heard of the lonely crow?
****** killed what was alone.
The orphan doe?
A stag that grew antlers.
Hog runt of the litter?
Boar of the bog - grew tusks & got a bit bigger.
The tiniest elephant?
Trunk like a trumpet, ivory like horns.
The smallest hummingbird?
Sharp as a dragon in precision, quick as a griffin.
As for the prairie dog?
Town; coteries & clans a̲r̲e̲ the wards.
Of the marmot?
A burrow whispers of whistles.
The tortoise galápagos?
Variability shines spectrums of different rays -
Amid waves, like amber will age.
The Axolotl?
Regenerative & able to metamorph -
Like a phoenix.
Adaptation is their wisdom.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
Who first formulated.
Who lifted the veil.
Who first experienced.
Who came from the fog.
Who cleared it.
Who first expressed.
Who emerged from the ocean.
Who walked from the it.
Who first stood.
Who learned to swim.
Who communicated with electric.
Who befriended fire.
Who surfed the waves.
Who noticed the channels.
Who remained.
Who stayed sailing.
Who returns.
Who was chained.
Who saw flame.
Who sees through illusion.
Who was framed.
¹Who unleashed the climate.
²Who dismantled the electrical field.
³Who stemmed magma's reign.
⁴Who cracked the boulder's pebble.
⁵Who called forth the dust.
⁶Who found refuge in lit-dark.
Who built an arc.
Who bridged & arced.
Who lead beneath, under arch.
Who sailed to & fro to warn & to gather.
Who rebuilt & continued to tinker.
Who melded distinct & different peoples.
Who stayed on a boat.
Who resided on a mountain.
Who lived within one.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
It was silk that was choked on,
It was wind which was blowing.
For the fly never is caught
Until the act of consumption!
Yet, if by consumption,
Is the spider itself conditioned?
What few arachnids shall spin no web,
Like few snakes whom have no venom.
Defanged or deglanded,
I suppose only fools make distinction
Between either of them.
Yet, if by the action,
Is the hand itself also conditioned?
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
Don't search for me for where I am,
I'm not searching for where you are.
To that which you "belong."
Don't look for me to the future,
For I learned your histories & they are repulsive.
The records are detailed & long.
Don't give no magnification on my past,
For I have the details of your future.
Wrong is just wrong!
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
Call: Where are you?
Answer:... (Collecting Flowers)
I'm here and there
I'm every where beside you.
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 6:44 AM UTC
it showed
an utter disdain
for the conventions
of such an event
that they would
not toe the line
like the others
they proffered
none of the standard
shoulder-dipping
sidestepped shuffles
nor the exuberant
failing of arms
that have come
to be expected
of "good" dancers
those overused staples
that accompany such
predictable song choices
outdated and enjoyed
only ironically
this dance could not
faithfully manifest
their truth
they danced
not for that unnoticed
peripheral audience
but solely
to tell a story
to one another
instead they chased
cavorted and capered
with piggybacks
and fireman's lifts
arms-spread spinning
they became fireworks
their bodies
exploding apart
pulled together
breathlessly
slipping
and stumbling
without a care
leaping shoelessly
from place to place
from song to song
ending always
in each other's arms
Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 10:32 AM UTC
Am I unworldly?
And should I suffer with you?
Is my pain too small?
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 18, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
Am I unworldly?
What kind of world is it then?
This one, where I am?
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 18, 2022 at 4:19 AM UTC
I'm getting older:
more experiences, more --
different from you.
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 3:33 AM UTC
Most individuals aim for speculative wealth,
these linear channels are paralleled in others
when taught to gain a greater sense of self.
If we continue to grow grouped as a collective,
are the surroundings around you yours alone.
Priorities are often lost in the process of reformation claimed through phased stages and good fortune is drawn in multiple forms.
Step aside for an instant to question contempt and observe at your own mixed objectives,
foreseen in the dreams of who you want to be.
Not visions of anarchy or set enforced orders but a better balance of autonomy in between.
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 8:56 AM UTC
annoyance, I was branded due to my flamboyance
joyance, connected to divine i am clairvoyance
I swim to the shore from the sheltered deep
I swim to the top to feel the sun’s heat
anything in hopes I do not repeat
the way I felt under you, the way you painted me so blue and alone
a throne in an empty castle
a never-ending mental battle
me versus your voice embedded in my head
I travel to the nearest chapel to rebuke you
I unravel in my travels to run away
the problems return day by day
no amount of drugs and buds will resolve
the problems just seem to evolve
with every folk and wind in the road
with every smoke and grind blown
I gotta face my own
reflection, deflecting blame
rejection, embargoed in shame
protection, from you and your games
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
patchwork girl dreaming
piecing together the scraps of silk
frayed ribbons of broiderie anglais
the tears of velvet darker than midnight
squares of sackcloth hessian made to scrape
against skin both thick and paperthin
patchwork girl sewn together
with a golden thread and a needle finer than hate
embroidered edges with floss spun by spiders
from clouds of dreams, flower thoughts, starwonders
and fragile pockets of maybe hidden beneath morning dew
stitches all lose, then too pulled too tight
she is together
she is all fallen apart
the soft shape of a doll
the tender shape of a girl
hold her, not an armful of scraps
but something precious, one of a kind
couture
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
Born as one, will die alone, but what may come in time?
A loner for eternity, perhaps a clever mind
Might turn into a brilliant thinker or a thoughtful soul
We watch the journey of lonely men until they fade and go
At best a man is on his own, where he can touch the sky
For what he wants to be in life, he’ll find the wings to fly
To wisdom and awareness
To love and even happiness
But what if the herd closes in, guided by one mind
It shares a common cause not slightly challenged or refined
Just follow the leader
Reckless, the screamer
Common sense is greater good but only if a sense
Is powered by a single mind and not by all his friends
Cleverness is quickly lost in expanding crowd
Sadly, most common senses are those that are most loud
The power of the masses should never be denied
Shouting in a crowd is bliss, but please don’t lose your mind
You’re still an individual
Please, be the individual
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:43 AM UTC
Life is a game
An odd one,
Elastic rules,
Different editions,
Some slight variations
Here and there
In packaging and content.
It is a game
In which nobody wins
And nobody loses
But everyone
Is nonetheless a player.
Yeah, you have
To think of life as a game:
Nor because it is always fun
Or because you can
Score some points.
Forget the scores, forget the rules.
Those are the ways
To try to stop playing.
But life is a game
That you can play
Observing what happens to you
And push yourself
A bit further
Than you were before.
Try not to be ahead of others
Or ahead of your time
Or ahead of whatever
Someone thinks you should accomplish:
Be ahead of yourself
From time to time
You will find yourself
A better player
At your own game.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
The French can be really snooty
too much wine, I suppose
mentally, they're frooty
looking down their nose
The English dry of wit
fish and chips too spare
women, pale of skin, and ****
men hairy, as polar bears
The Russians define stoic
stern looks and stocky frames
bordering on heroic
with unusual, Cyrillic names
Americans take the cake
we're full of indignation
eating up our Bison steak
living in, the richest nation
I'm not into humanity
the mob, also known, as legion
I prefer each human separately
and I really like, Norwegians
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Seclusion leads to wonder
Forgetting the sound of my voice,
As speaking loses purpose
And observation becomes my only drive.
A square with benches surrounded by trees
Pebbles clattering as kids would climb on
The mighty statue of an ancient judge.
A spot I made my own.
Random people passing by, few
Take shelter from chaos and heat,
Absorbed in their own minds
A frantic world seemingly leading to madness.
A ***** smelly sashaying woman seats on a bench,
Places her big black garbage bags next to her
While rambling incomprehensible words of anger.
‘That’s where solitude leads you!’ I presumptuously think.
A slender tall middle-age man, just as ***** and smelly,
Comes up to her shouting she does not care enough
About him. She refuses to talk and walks away.
‘No matter who you are, feelings are always the same!’
A man in his sixties and a young sunny girl
Take their place on the bench, chatting away.
He narrates experiences she enchantedly absorbs,
‘A beautiful father and daughter scene’ I naively assume.
As they smile tenderly, his hand swiftly glides under her skirt,
She approaches him to kiss his ears and neck.
Such warmth, delicacy and joy heat my heart
Wondering what the judge might have to say.
As I take notes of my observations I raise my eyes,
A lonely loud sobbing kid is now sat on the bench.
His mother crossly approaches to scold him,
‘Another disrespectful brat’ I shamefully determine.
Once he finishes beating his feet on the ground
He looks up at the lady seeking an embrace. He gets consolation
For losing a toy, his departed father had carved a little while ago.
‘We all miss our father at some point.’
Those benches have been my parlour for many years,
Random people passing by, absorbed in their own minds
A frantic world seemingly leading to madness,
Until the day I realised I was one of them.
All these people populate my being,
They are the reason why I sense and live
In harmonic peace, feeling the inevitable unity
With a universe inhabited by such extraordinary yet
Fragile creatures.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
I kept it to myself after you
Heard about the suicide of Lou
Making fun of him was all I used to do
I felt bad about myself & needed someone new
So I told some kid to step off
Remembered his name was Phillip and he had a nasty cough
recognized years ago he hadn't been so soft
but it didn't matter so I left the loft
Decided to put the ***** side on freeze
But never actually gotta chance to seize
see right after that tease
He never showed again you see
Gossip traveled over that he had disease
Convinced Everything I said turned lethal
Low esteem so I popped a pill
My parents made me work a lil
Never moved out of my parents until
They found me getting a refill
I blanked forward staring at the windowsill
Perhaps my brain was always ill
They said that I'm unacceptable
If I worked more they let me stay till
I was clean and could pay my own bills
Fast forward-
The story goes onward
in my head I always knew I had killed
Some pathetic actions made my heart filled
Learning the hard way's proof you did some evil.
(This was fictional)
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
Stillness
A cocoon of mundanity
Built on concrete
And
The fossils of butterflies past
Driven by Benjamin
The cycle goes
Fermented hopes and dreams
Within a membrane of glass
But on the ground
Is where you'll see
All caterpillars may have the chance
To fly free
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
Again and again
All over again
The same thing gets repeated again.
Agreed upon the fact that a mistakes have happened
As of now, not only in the past, but also in the present
Often it happens that when something is going on in the mind, one finds something similar to it in front of him, just before his own eyes
Possibly an intution or just a coincidence
Well, the same is true with regards to a mistake
A mistake is a mistake that tends to remain a mistake unless and until an effort is not made to learn from the mistake.
Always make sure that the same mistake is not repeated again.
It is always easy to make any mistake,
Making a careless mistake itself takes the least amount of efforts
Equally important is to make sure that the mistake that has been made is understood at the first instance itself.
The required lessons are learnt from the mistake that has been made
Correcting the mistake is definitely important,
Equally important is to keep in mind the fact that the same kind of mistake is not repeated again.
Before getting ready for executing a task look at yourself
In the mirror, look at yourself and while doing so you will come across a series of different thoughts.
Also you will find so many questions that are going on in your mind
Never mind to the doubts that have been raised over and over again
A bit of anxiety proves to be good and helpful before the start of any particular task.
What happens afterwards
What follows later is not as important as important is the fact that you know what you are going to do while executing a task.
Be yourself
Be what you are
Give your best in whatever you do
Always be positive in your mind, think positively.
No matter what happens in life, never think of giving up on anything in life
since failure is the first step to success
A mistake or two can happen, but then that must not dampen the spirit of moving ahead and getting things done
Experience counts
Experience matters
Over a period of time experience is gained
Step by step learn from each mistake
Experience will get enriched over a period of time.
Experience can never be gauged on the basis of one failure
More in particular,
The time when it comes to decide upon the future course of action
Many things are decided on the basis of prior experience then
So better not gauge the level of experience on the basis of one bad experience
On the basis of one failure.
When a mistake happens
Whether it's small or big
Nature of mistake all of a sudden does not become the criteria,
However it's important,
Never shy away from the fact that you have made a mistake
Accept your mistake
Also keep in mind
Many more number of ways will always be there to avoid the same kind of mistake.
Primarily because attitude matters a lot when it comes to winning or losing.
So always be sure that like the rest of the other individuals even you are not perfect
You can and you are bound to make a mistake, but then be firm that you learn from the same
After all winning and losing has remained a part of the game since ages.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Scientists have discoverd
the same flexibiliy in thoughts
that leads to creativity;
can also lead in some individuals
to mental illness.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC