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Two whispers in the wire Copper veins remembering The insulation sweats Small hands pressed to glass That isn't there My throat holds the name I forgot how to say When blankets started smelling Like responsibility The wire hums against my palm Something wants to grow Something wants to stop growing December air thinner than memory The house breathes I forget to answer Some days the hum Sounds like morning Other days It sounds like permission My inner child Makes knots in my stomach I keep pulling Until they become part of me The wire knows which way I'll lean It's been waiting like patient rust Tonight I press my ear close enough To feel the vibration But not close enough to hear Which whisper is telling the truth
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 5:39 PM UTC
Wire
there are days where you spend hours trying to untangle the chain of a locket it is days like these moments in which there is nothing but peace pathetic it may be but void of a feeling so hopeless and adrift because it is a goal you can achieve just focus and tenacity and then finally you're hit with the satisfaction when it all comes apart a high so pure it has you wishing for another knot
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Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
locket
I've lost the plot Or maybe it was in a memo i never got Like it or not It happens a lot One after another, After another, After another Just another blunder Or another missed shot? What where you taught? What have you had to try to unknot? I wonder who's fought The same demons I've fought? Struggling with a foundation of dry rot Every lesson has been forgotten Might as well be the mascot Of a bumbling idiot Stumbling in the darkness being heartless brought In and out of a rock bottom that is always finding a new, deeper spot ©2025
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Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
~•§•~ Another Blunder ~•§•~
A knot ties in my stomach one i can't untie i try every way possible to untie it, but all i could ever do is loosen it. I pray that one day i will loosen it enough till i can pick it all apart.
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Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 11:49 PM UTC
Knot
My grand daddy taught me to start a rope, with a Turk's head knot. This be that sort of rope. -- it takes less time to use than to make long enough for any actual perfect purpose. Mimetic pretenders, euphoric make believers, ritual passage over or under open limen - cross the t and dot the ego. - seek and find the missing pages - all the mysteries in time - that form our fundamental - common sense in crazy made time Lacunae rise from forgotten reasons used to teach guardians of secrets reasons for war, how to love, in all the ways love is made worth dying for. Blut und Grund, das Sein, und mein, danke Schön -- time ghosts pass, remarking at the weather- -fine day, suns ablaze, breeze is light, bemusing the beguiled thinking 'tis fairy, times fairs became cities, and all agreed, election by contest, war in the spirit, in truth using mere words, no audio, no video, no styling nor fancy letter forms, unicode alone no secret scripts, only sound marks accented acutenesses and all, ∞ *+ y nada mas, mere words, redeemed, for this. one new day redeemed for glory story need. Morning glory teas, in tiny shell shape cups. May all magnificence be truth's. Kernels of truth, seeds producing tomorrow's criteria, substance of things hoped for, picked out details to see in myths, the accuser's uses, mysterious roots in ancien' riparian realms. Oreithyia and Pharmaceia, intercession for the poor. Early spring bulbs and flowers the maenads chaos wine, effigy effigial me, burning for your mis-perception of procedural authority, instant re-co-gnosis, vestigial dreams time minds in tow, riding your own recognition, around the spiral, down, you would tell me if you were insane so would I, the ego, living aight, this it, you read, that's all she wrote ∞ *+ ∞ -> = aha, you think, may be so, say so, or no, go and find the connection closed, and energy flowing in to the either real realm, or the null set, like old never minds, you had while the circuits were fried at the fusebox for pennies used to save a dime, to keep the energy flowing to the magi's visual representation of all that's known to hold attention, by reflex, look out, see windsense, energy electricity, elect to let your curiousity fix all your if-I'da knowns open for conjecture, to catch subjects objectified from the precept wisdom is, whole, as the whole truth, we understand, makes sense nets form nodes of both knowing, as a me, we, each grow old at the same pace, we become that which is, at first step, precept assuring the runner, there is always a place to put your foot, goat-sense, Ein Gedi balsam eating 'scaped goat, running down the cliff, at the edge of annual reboots, reconnecting reality, and the balm traded for silk in Giliad, and entertaing news of miracles in smoke… and mirrors of mercury, and -------- time, out of mind dangling hook make believe, fishing we pretend, making be specific imaginary gravity and survival codes, for a chosen few, catchholds, grapples for those not inclined to lean on a lesson that demands experience, to contend, hold that thought, this ain't war. - Khai Vinh, set like the roof - Ai can find the images, - the place was real - those were my antennae - crazy true, after the fact, signal - now, how much of that was CIA? proud Mary keep on boinin', 'long Bayou Bleu, down Plaquemine way, deep night on roads made from tiny wet white shells that something made, while living in it, - one way trace, wide enough - for an auto me mover - tugging my at to here as we live inside our head, as far as our fingers reach from where we stand, our feeling fingers only reach so far, so good. Held a thought a while back, it may have been a trick, but listen, if it was, I'd have taken it, and won, for midsent-morphing turning tropes for the dopes hoping something new. In fancy forms of wannabets. Peace on Earth, is real. Baby, the price is all the attention you can muster, and then some, as time seems to have modes, like we have moods, hormonal catch and release reflexes, you know, like… what, what, who cares why, what must be first priority, ah what are we intending to pretend to be? Wordwise, entertained, fed to satiation, what more, prior to the next wisea** asking me to believe, in hell. I just came to fish. I came after the curtain was torn, top to bottom, nothing kept secret for the artifactual value, remains here. You know, free as any knowing, now. There is no enemy that truth cannot love, once you understand, the limits of your learning curve, ai, you accept, no lie is of the truth, no wisdom form is flawed, first glance, glimpsed, real as war glory, as valued a common lure to the unshined … initiate turn on … flip the switch. Imagine Grace. Riches with no sorrow, worth the effort, found pure, then peaceable, gentle right snap fit, just right, no excuses, we got the mystery imagined for us, in the end, pain free, in the collective consciousness some say is spirit of our time, our Zeitgeist, doing what it does close up, nothing spooky at a distance, eye to eye, mere words with wishes twisted through outs and ins and ups and downs, and wells deep as pressure allows, right, I ought to sleep, but buzz… O' no, I said too much… or did not say enough. Slowly, Monday came. Morning harbinger to sailors, says sit tight. Find a fire far from the threshold, and wait. Talk with the locals from the same boat, survivors, boast of storms ridden out, and ones that swallowed brothers and some malicious captains. Good riddance, some say, while others flick a libation offering a drop of grog across time's stream. Lift up your eyes, look down from your satellites and see the future coming on the weather channel, thanking all the forces fixing droughts and flushing deltas, with the first of winter's predictable trials. ------------- Hunker down and listen, feel your self, you deep down, your sacred feeling, especial self red sky warning seen before by wiser men, older by experience, made acknowledges your luck, as a ware for use by innocents, listen, take heed, all things work together for good, for keeps for those with hearing ears. Listen to the wind, and thank the dry truth for being. just being used to form fibers for twisting into ties ---- long lines for this ride pray patient perfecting Rush to judge the blown away reason. To whom is thanks given, and why, I the desert dweller bound for Tarsus, stuck at the edge of the raging sea. The whole world shuddered at the blow, the earthquake, peleg in the old tongue, timeless as the story eventually got writ, in a modded Phonecian script, survivors were mostly kids, resiliency of innocents, one here, one there, some whole neighborhoods, where all the kids were in the swimming hole, all around the shuddering islands on this world. It was as we have imagined, until the grownups crossed lost time, using lost knowledge locked in idle words, deem the day redeemed, feel the emotion defined gratitude for gratified if I'd known, missed terminals, crosst wires, connect to the sea of God's forgetfullness, relink the collar think canals on rivers, holding the course men set for cities, dhghemed damdamd-dayamd indeed… No river muses suffer such for ever we all know enough to be accepting oddities in timed chance trial understandings, we all know wills to power, and notions to jump into the ocean and go on down, to the bottom mind tele far long now mind space shared across time, like the snow, when the tv went native, in the olden days my minds child watched the hush of creation, let it happen, let it be, this is it, or we are lost, and that is un thinkable, try. Try thinking you do not follow the whole idea, life is us, all of us in our most common sense, this one, translation by Google Bard, passed my Hausa native speaker friend's blind Turing test, that happened days ago, next, ah SYTF precept, reception tune to the humm, listen, humm, call the editor. "very interesting." Rest assured, after accessing the way made plain, Habakkuk habit, make it plain, make it make the motors turn minds in to wills, and wills into power, pure peace prefects feel good flicked libation. Perfect. Print. The entertainment, many minds attention paying to the shared event, today. Today. EXTRA, read all about it, death has no lasting sting. Live to the end. Redeeming your time. Swiftly passing to the beat of your own drum. One step past the simple, love, you find sublime, nothing down and ***** nothing missing, nothing broken, as one learns to think from the heart, part of me that's thought in you, feels as mere words some scribe imagined hearing as he wrote, line upon line, asangin' twangin' a strangle hold, twisting hairs into a rope. A riata, I think they call em. Horsetail lariat, patiently plaited, to make my own noose, when the time comes to put the tool to use. CLASSICAL LITERATURE QUOTES Plato, Phaedrus 229 (trans. Fowler) (Greek philosopher C4th B.C.) : "Phaidros (Phaedrus) : I should like to know, Sokrates (Socrates), whether the place is not somewhere here at which Boreas (the North Wind) is said to have carried off Oreithyia from the banks of the Ilissos (Ilissus)? . . . Sokrates : Oreithyia was playing with Pharmakeia (Pharmaceia), when a northern gust carried her over the neighbouring rocks; and this being the manner of her death, she was said to have been carried away by Boreas." Morally ambiguous. Us, our we, we know not valid reasons to do useless things, making vain repetitions, vain making of many books, all vanity, the making of many things from nothing.
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Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 7:58 PM UTC
Eleusinian Soma'n'milch
My grand daddy taught me to start a rope, with a Turk's head knot. This be that sort of rope. -- it takes less time to use than to make long enough for any actual perfect purpose. Mimetic pretenders, euphoric make believers, ritual passage over or under open limen - cross the t and dot the ego. - seek and find the missing pages - all the mysteries in time - that form our fundamental - common sense in crazy made time Lacunae rise from forgotten reasons used to teach guardians of secrets reasons for war, how to love, in all the ways love is made worth dying for. Blut und Grund, das Sein, und mein, danke Schön -- time ghosts pass, remarking at the weather- -fine day, suns ablaze, breeze is light, bemusing the beguiled thinking 'tis fairy, times fairs became cities, and all agreed, election by contest, war in the spirit, in truth using mere words, no audio, no video, no styling nor fancy letter forms, unicode alone no secret scripts, only sound marks accented acutenesses and all, ∞ *+ y nada mas, mere words, redeemed, for this. one new day redeemed for glory story need. Morning glory teas, in tiny shell shape cups. May all magnificence be truth's. Kernels of truth, seeds producing tomorrow's criteria, substance of things hoped for, picked out details to see in myths, the accuser's uses, mysterious roots in ancien' riparian realms. Oreithyia and Pharmaceia, intercession for the poor. Early spring bulbs and flowers the maenads chaos wine, effigy effigial me, burning for your mis-perception of procedural authority, instant re-co-gnosis, vestigial dreams time minds in tow, riding your own recognition, around the spiral, down, you would tell me if you were insane so would I, the ego, living aight, this it, you read, that's all she wrote ∞ *+ ∞ -> = aha, you think, may be so, say so, or no, go and find the connection closed, and energy flowing in to the either real realm, or the null set, like old never minds, you had while the circuits were fried at the fusebox for pennies used to save a dime, to keep the energy flowing to the magi's visual representation of all that's known to hold attention, by reflex, look out, see windsense, energy electricity, elect to let your curiousity fix all your if-I'da knowns open for conjecture, to catch subjects objectified from the precept wisdom is, whole, as the whole truth, we understand, makes sense nets form nodes of both knowing, as a me, we, each grow old at the same pace, we become that which is, at first step, precept assuring the runner, there is always a place to put your foot, goat-sense, Ein Gedi balsam eating 'scaped goat, running down the cliff, at the edge of annual reboots, reconnecting reality, and the balm traded for silk in Giliad, and entertaing news of miracles in smoke… and mirrors of mercury, and -------- time, out of mind dangling hook make believe, fishing we pretend, making be specific imaginary gravity and survival codes, for a chosen few, catchholds, grapples for those not inclined to lean on a lesson that demands experience, to contend, hold that thought, this ain't war. - Khai Vinh, set like the roof - Ai can find the images, - the place was real - those were my antennae - crazy true, after the fact, signal - now, how much of that was CIA? proud Mary keep on boinin', 'long Bayou Bleu, down Plaquemine way, deep night on roads made from tiny wet white shells that something made, while living in it, - one way trace, wide enough - for an auto me mover - tugging my at to here as we live inside our head, as far as our fingers reach from where we stand, our feeling fingers only reach so far, so good. Held a thought a while back, it may have been a trick, but listen, if it was, I'd have taken it, and won, for midsent-morphing turning tropes for the dopes hoping something new. In fancy forms of wannabets. Peace on Earth, is real. Baby, the price is all the attention you can muster, and then some, as time seems to have modes, like we have moods, hormonal catch and release reflexes, you know, like… what, what, who cares why, what must be first priority, ah what are we intending to pretend to be? Wordwise, entertained, fed to satiation, what more, prior to the next wisea** asking me to believe, in hell. I just came to fish. I came after the curtain was torn, top to bottom, nothing kept secret for the artifactual value, remains here. You know, free as any knowing, now. There is no enemy that truth cannot love, once you understand, the limits of your learning curve, ai, you accept, no lie is of the truth, no wisdom form is flawed, first glance, glimpsed, real as war glory, as valued a common lure to the unshined … initiate turn on … flip the switch. Imagine Grace. Riches with no sorrow, worth the effort, found pure, then peaceable, gentle right snap fit, just right, no excuses, we got the mystery imagined for us, in the end, pain free, in the collective consciousness some say is spirit of our time, our Zeitgeist, doing what it does close up, nothing spooky at a distance, eye to eye, mere words with wishes twisted through outs and ins and ups and downs, and wells deep as pressure allows, right, I ought to sleep, but buzz… O' no, I said too much… or did not say enough. Slowly, Monday came. Morning harbinger to sailors, says sit tight. Find a fire far from the threshold, and wait. Talk with the locals from the same boat, survivors, boast of storms ridden out, and ones that swallowed brothers and some malicious captains. Good riddance, some say, while others flick a libation offering a drop of grog across time's stream. Lift up your eyes, look down from your satellites and see the future coming on the weather channel, thanking all the forces fixing droughts and flushing deltas, with the first of winter's predictable trials. ------------- Hunker down and listen, feel your self, you deep down, your sacred feeling, especial self red sky warning seen before by wiser men, older by experience, made acknowledges your luck, as a ware for use by innocents, listen, take heed, all things work together for good, for keeps for those with hearing ears. Listen to the wind, and thank the dry truth for being. just being used to form fibers for twisting into ties ---- long lines for this ride pray patient perfecting Rush to judge the blown away reason. To whom is thanks given, and why, I the desert dweller bound for Tarsus, stuck at the edge of the raging sea. The whole world shuddered at the blow, the earthquake, peleg in the old tongue, timeless as the story eventually got writ, in a modded Phonecian script, survivors were mostly kids, resiliency of innocents, one here, one there, some whole neighborhoods, where all the kids were in the swimming hole, all around the shuddering islands on this world. It was as we have imagined, until the grownups crossed lost time, using lost knowledge locked in idle words, deem the day redeemed, feel the emotion defined gratitude for gratified if I'd known, missed terminals, crosst wires, connect to the sea of God's forgetfullness, relink the collar think canals on rivers, holding the course men set for cities, dhghemed damdamd-dayamd indeed… No river muses suffer such for ever we all know enough to be accepting oddities in timed chance trial understandings, we all know wills to power, and notions to jump into the ocean and go on down, to the bottom mind tele far long now mind space shared across time, like the snow, when the tv went native, in the olden days my minds child watched the hush of creation, let it happen, let it be, this is it, or we are lost, and that is un thinkable, try. Try thinking you do not follow the whole idea, life is us, all of us in our most common sense, this one, translation by Google Bard, passed my Hausa native speaker friend's blind Turing test, that happened days ago, next, ah SYTF precept, reception tune to the humm, listen, humm, call the editor. "very interesting." Rest assured, after accessing the way made plain, Habakkuk habit, make it plain, make it make the motors turn minds in to wills, and wills into power, pure peace prefects feel good flicked libation. Perfect. Print. The entertainment, many minds attention paying to the shared event, today. Today. EXTRA, read all about it, death has no lasting sting. Live to the end. Redeeming your time. Swiftly passing to the beat of your own drum. One step past the simple, love, you find sublime, nothing down and ***** nothing missing, nothing broken, as one learns to think from the heart, part of me that's thought in you, feels as mere words some scribe imagined hearing as he wrote, line upon line, asangin' twangin' a strangle hold, twisting hairs into a rope. A riata, I think they call em. Horsetail lariat, patiently plaited, to make my own noose, when the time comes to put the tool to use. CLASSICAL LITERATURE QUOTES Plato, Phaedrus 229 (trans. Fowler) (Greek philosopher C4th B.C.) : "Phaidros (Phaedrus) : I should like to know, Sokrates (Socrates), whether the place is not somewhere here at which Boreas (the North Wind) is said to have carried off Oreithyia from the banks of the Ilissos (Ilissus)? . . . Sokrates : Oreithyia was playing with Pharmakeia (Pharmaceia), when a northern gust carried her over the neighbouring rocks; and this being the manner of her death, she was said to have been carried away by Boreas." Morally ambiguous. Us, our we, we know not valid reasons to do useless things, making vain repetitions, vain making of many books, all vanity, the making of many things from nothing.
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a knot of traffic unravels to reveal.... nothing no reason for delay no great drama just too many people in too many cars in one place at one time wanting to be in front all more important than everybody else
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Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 5:55 PM UTC
traffic
Suddenly, I was a unicorn With silver fur and eyes My mane and tail bright blue And of course, an ivory horn Then, I was entrusted a duty Of the greatest significance I must officiate the wedding Between twilight and sunset Under cheering delighted stars The lovers' carriage descended With orchestral accompaniment By the winds and the waters A giant, fluffy purple puppy Guided the wonderful brides Towards my podium of petals In this iridescent cathedral Before this divine couple I was so small, and so short Yet, they are not intimidating I felt bliss, and very blessed With the help of a blue cloud I gently crowned the goddesses Deepest pride swelled within me I proclaimed their eternal bond Fireworks shimmered and sparkled As they fed each other honey cake Seeing them kissing passionately Is truly the most touching scene An elven queen suddenly kissed me And now I am a shark-tailed merman Getting ready for a new nuptials Between adventure and mystery
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
KNOT
a statue quietly lurks in the corner of my mind, waiting until all is calm. when the dark shroud falls over the blue sky, the statue comes to life as a vicious, fang-bearing, red-eyed, gnarly demon. the demon pulls a dream apart with its long, pointy claws, injecting the shreds with poison until they tangle up in each other to become a tight, infectious knot that can only be untangled...by waking up.
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
nightmare.
Sigils in the sky The wind is my luck My knowledge echoes , amplified As it wears the dusk. The bell chimes with my commands, Alchemy to help humans understand. The hidden truth bleeds in rhymes wearing dusk. Reflecting our paths in one big entangled knot Words Of Harfouchism
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
Wearing Dusk
Friendship is like an eternally spinning ferris wheel lasting seemingly forever, because it doesn't know when to actually stop! It knows for certain (when to stop). Only when based upon the choices made by the one's who are eternally tied by fates literal "knot of joy"! This literal knot of joy that fate demands friendship compatibilities upon is entirely unparalleled to something that was even given a choice to begin with. Meaning when an everyday common ferris wheel doesn't know when to stop... It's because fate designed the one who then designed the very invention of the very ferris wheel to give off the impression of a never-ending fated knot of joy! A testament to the joy one enjoys within their own "little friendship circle". Utterly bonded by a knot full of joy that's fated to last for an eternity! Except there's one entire catch here.... While it is in fact true an everyday common ferris wheel was literally made to go on and on, without so much as a (push of a button) made to seemingly stop otherwise. It's actually given to the push of the button of that very choice both guarded and decided upon the very individual who made that very choice to begin with. And who is also in a never-ending fated knot of joy within an entirely different individual besides yourself. Conclusion... So in the end, it is choice upon one's very decision to (first and foremost) act against. Which is the breaking of fates very will to act accordingly to it's very "strategic" design, in order to see a never-ending source full of joy bonded by a single knot lasting for eternity through...towards the very end! Then you hear whispers between the one who made that choice to begin with and their unsuspecting seemingly "significant other" who is tide deep into fates never-ending "knot of joy"! The one who made the choice politely asked, "how long do you think this whole thing (between us both will last for")...? The unsuspecting significant other responded in kind, "I'm not exactly sure... Forever if possible"?!
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
Friendship forever is like an eternally spinning ferris wheel.
Friendship is like an eternally spinning ferris wheel lasting seemingly forever, because it doesn't know when to actually stop! It knows for certain (when to stop). Only when based upon the choices made by the one's who are eternally tied by fates literal "knot of joy"! This literal knot of joy that fate demands friendship compatibilities upon is entirely unparalleled to something that was even given a choice to begin with. Meaning when an everyday common ferris wheel doesn't know when to stop... It's because fate designed the one who then designed the very invention of the very ferris wheel to give off the impression of a never-ending fated knot of joy! A testament to the joy one enjoys within their own "little friendship circle". Utterly bonded by a knot full of joy that's fated to last for an eternity! Except there's one entire catch here.... While it is in fact true an everyday common ferris wheel was literally made to go on and on, without so much as a (push of a button) made to seemingly stop otherwise. It's actually given to the push of the button of that very choice both guarded and decided upon the very individual who made that very choice to begin with. And who is also in a never-ending fated knot of joy within an entirely different individual besides yourself. Conclusion... So in the end, it is choice upon one's very decision to (first and foremost) act against. Which is the breaking of fates very will to act accordingly to it's very "strategic" design, in order to see a never-ending source full of joy bonded by a single knot lasting for eternity through...towards the very end! Then you hear whispers between the one who made that choice to begin with and their unsuspecting seemingly "significant other" who is tide deep into fates never-ending "knot of joy"! The one who made the choice politely asked, "how long do you think this whole thing (between us both will last for")...? The unsuspecting significant other responded in kind, "I'm not exactly sure... Forever if possible"?!
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Where does man, where does woman, where does beast go When slumber dawns upon their fleshly vessel? When the twilit sky bleeds into a stygian veil? When the musicality within begins to take psychosomatic form? I reminisce over the eventuality that stirred my burgeoning. It quaked my lucubrations, my excogitations, intellectualizations; Ye, The Incendiary Phoenix Flame billows within. Rebirth awaits every anima forged by The Apotheosis of The Astral Flame. The doughty firebrand in me shalt nought surrender, The Gaian Warrior within shall ne'er be forgotten, And my reverenc'd doubts  shall be undone. O, whence all incredulities have been uttered The Leadings of Lovelight shall prevail. The Vestige that once ravaged my remembrance shall vanish into The Magisterial Tides of Oblivion, We are all one with the Blood-Tinged Oath, The Fulgent Daystar; He, exhaled eternity into the souls vexed by mortality. Underneath the Sun: There breathes an azure vista. What lieth above our aethereal aegis has incited inquisitiveness aeons aforetime Open your hearts to the cosmic currents, the transcendent torrent, The Communal Oneness of The Primal Phantasmagoric; By that One, For all time we were summoned. Question what lie before to be spirited away.   Listen to the arcadian zephyr whisper               Through in, through out your every breath. Trust, the Sanctity of intuition. Coloring the Changing of The Seasons. The aqueous dew throngs upon virescent leaflets, A fulgurant surge fulminates Upon The Celestial’s bedarkened sky. Red- Shift Existence: evidence, upon which a system of belief expands, under examination Therefore, it is our duty to ponder the Legacy of the Sages That we might unravel the esoteric secrets That function as a key In gainsaying, in overturning The Lock of Fallacy. Finally we gain understanding, we acquire wisdom Altering our cognitive trajectory. What is Life, What is Love, What is Divinity, Without creativity? Without imagination? Without vision? We must all surrender to The Sacral Expressions of Omnibenevolence.
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
The Gordian Knot (Originally Written on Saturday, June 27th, 2020)
Where does man, where does woman, where does beast go When slumber dawns upon their fleshly vessel? When the twilit sky bleeds into a stygian veil? When the musicality within begins to take psychosomatic form? I reminisce over the eventuality that stirred my burgeoning. It quaked my lucubrations, my excogitations, intellectualizations; Ye, The Incendiary Phoenix Flame billows within. Rebirth awaits every anima forged by The Apotheosis of The Astral Flame. The doughty firebrand in me shalt nought surrender, The Gaian Warrior within shall ne'er be forgotten, And my reverenc'd doubts  shall be undone. O, whence all incredulities have been uttered The Leadings of Lovelight shall prevail. The Vestige that once ravaged my remembrance shall vanish into The Magisterial Tides of Oblivion, We are all one with the Blood-Tinged Oath, The Fulgent Daystar; He, exhaled eternity into the souls vexed by mortality. Underneath the Sun: There breathes an azure vista. What lieth above our aethereal aegis has incited inquisitiveness aeons aforetime Open your hearts to the cosmic currents, the transcendent torrent, The Communal Oneness of The Primal Phantasmagoric; By that One, For all time we were summoned. Question what lie before to be spirited away.   Listen to the arcadian zephyr whisper               Through in, through out your every breath. Trust, the Sanctity of intuition. Coloring the Changing of The Seasons. The aqueous dew throngs upon virescent leaflets, A fulgurant surge fulminates Upon The Celestial’s bedarkened sky. Red- Shift Existence: evidence, upon which a system of belief expands, under examination Therefore, it is our duty to ponder the Legacy of the Sages That we might unravel the esoteric secrets That function as a key In gainsaying, in overturning The Lock of Fallacy. Finally we gain understanding, we acquire wisdom Altering our cognitive trajectory. What is Life, What is Love, What is Divinity, Without creativity? Without imagination? Without vision? We must all surrender to The Sacral Expressions of Omnibenevolence.
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They say at the end of your rope to tie a knot and hold on There is light touching the horizon But what do you do when your grip slowly slips loose? When insides of your palms are lubricated with sweat And the crevasse below darker than a black hole So much that it threatens to rise up and with one tug take you spiralling downwards to swallow you whole So instead of making a knot at the bottom of your fraying rope you may as well tie a noose instead
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
At Rope's End
I like the way that you sing when you think that I’m not listening, and it’s amazing the smile you can bring, when you do even the simplest thing. Go on and put my heart under arrest, and proceed with each Miranda right; at the trial I will plead no contest, I’m guilty of thinking of you every day and night. No need for a jury to resolute, as each line upon my suit, will be the love I profess just finally brought to light. It’s just you, and what you do to me. You turn the sky blue and keep the sun shining. I thought I couldn’t do a thing but true love’s always lingering. It’s just you, you’re all that I see. I wish to write poetry for you but I forgot my pen, but no paper for my hands or tongue so you’re body’s perfect to lend. Up and down I’ll write “I love you” in lines, at very least a hundred times, over and over again making you contort, shake and bend. We’ve been saving the best for last but it’s nowhere near the end, and while time is now moving so fast do you remember when it was the furthest from a friend? Some measure it by slipping sands, but sometimes matters must be forced by hands, to correct actions of the past, and heal wounds that couldn’t mend. It’s just you, and what you do to me. You provide each foot a shoe and hold me up walking. I was choosing to be by myself than fake this with someone else. It’s just you, naturally.
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Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
Sailor Knot
no string is worth cutting if you could thread through the knot carefully without dismantling both endings. IA
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 7:16 AM UTC
in a centenarian's mind
some strings are cut when there are no rational ends to untie the knot. IA
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
the untied knot
A twirl of blue satin tugged between your fingers Twining hard trying to keep it intact Crossing over, squeezing under and pulling out Learning to make your first knot Finding bliss in a tangled ribbon
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 3:14 AM UTC
First Knot
I lay there happy and content, In between the two, Arms wrapped around me. Smothered with love. I sigh in warmth, In between the others, Limbs tangled, Skin touches skin. Filled with love. He loves me, I love him. She loves me, and I love she. We tighten the bond, Me being the knot, It seems unbreakable. The world outside wouldn’t understand. That hearts can beat synchronized. After all, A couple is three.
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
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Fear is the trap that confines all Fear is holding hands with the grim reaper It will haunt you to your grave Taunt you in your dreams Tie you back with the strongest rope there is and the hardest knot to escape from Fear takes no time to find you Takes no time to hypnotise you Distorting your beliefs, questions are all that linger Yes fear is strong but we go on
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
fear is the trap
Tie me a knot A knot stronger than the wind Tie me a knot-- A weapon I will wield I'll carry it all day Treasuring the knot you'll make Walking a mile distance From the draw out line I gave Heave it strong and brave Carefully making connections Between the rope you made And the rope I kept Heave-- tie our ropes The rope you used to save life And the rope I used to end mine
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
Tie Me A Knot
krause asu AN accident. That's how, but why? Many universes, many realities, imaginable conceivable how long must one live in a cardboard box to confess the experienced boxtime altered next from then to now. Copenhagen Calvinist or Lutherin or Anabaptist holier than I, as was I, as the Hermit hidden in the fool on the hill, telling secret meanings to nowhere man, now here we're... touching a time when knowing out paced known knowables, imaginables were imagined, not evil, but fine tuned to approach per fection in effect what more can I ask? All my debts are paid. Accidental debt accrual demands accidental debt relief. Political-lic, that's where my party stands. Jubilee, nowhere has the ver been a time like now. We being at all, as mere words, heard only once, never uttered utter non sensed tone tuned to augmented minds -- bio logic circuit -- try a spark Gleam in grandpa's eye, try umph, boy. Better up. Swing and there is the crack of the bat never heard, a clap just now, you are on the ball, and this is what that always means, history-wise. Okeh. Like safe. No war. Okeh. Mark to follow, someday. biologic circuitry is so unbelievable, to whom? All who see the supsumpsystems and the info resources, re re re, every, meaning as if ever were in finite, every things reasonable countable and measured, AN ark is a box. Rectangular, most oft. A box. Hermits live in boxes, some times, with a coven-ante-cipitate, tincture of this and that, with a drop o' Paracelsus fave, Hermetic hermenuetic magishit. Mercury, liquid conducter, okeh. You axt a reason for the faith in the wrong ******* autodidactic augmented and medicated old man. I hapt to save a dammercury switch from an old thermostat, with a bi-metal coil we could spring into action and launch afacethefact face that fact face of fact fracture tap. Twist it, there, balance, level, spirit levels bubble hermetic form flow act ioncat ion quest ion-- spark-- the idea imagicish dealybob- gleam right the feeling of gleam. Toothpaste imparts *** appeal, I pana imparts diligence, pepsodent is perfect for explosive types averse to yellow, stripe, oh my god, game changer. Hidden persuaders never saw us, by stripe are we healed and made bright white and loveable, said the tooth from the future, we learned, in school, to love each night, with a brisk brush before our prayer for no cavities could be answered. tap right there. Gem quality. The meaning of life, I magine, is more.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
Sprung from Youtube, a musement et al
krause asu AN accident. That's how, but why? Many universes, many realities, imaginable conceivable how long must one live in a cardboard box to confess the experienced boxtime altered next from then to now. Copenhagen Calvinist or Lutherin or Anabaptist holier than I, as was I, as the Hermit hidden in the fool on the hill, telling secret meanings to nowhere man, now here we're... touching a time when knowing out paced known knowables, imaginables were imagined, not evil, but fine tuned to approach per fection in effect what more can I ask? All my debts are paid. Accidental debt accrual demands accidental debt relief. Political-lic, that's where my party stands. Jubilee, nowhere has the ver been a time like now. We being at all, as mere words, heard only once, never uttered utter non sensed tone tuned to augmented minds -- bio logic circuit -- try a spark Gleam in grandpa's eye, try umph, boy. Better up. Swing and there is the crack of the bat never heard, a clap just now, you are on the ball, and this is what that always means, history-wise. Okeh. Like safe. No war. Okeh. Mark to follow, someday. biologic circuitry is so unbelievable, to whom? All who see the supsumpsystems and the info resources, re re re, every, meaning as if ever were in finite, every things reasonable countable and measured, AN ark is a box. Rectangular, most oft. A box. Hermits live in boxes, some times, with a coven-ante-cipitate, tincture of this and that, with a drop o' Paracelsus fave, Hermetic hermenuetic magishit. Mercury, liquid conducter, okeh. You axt a reason for the faith in the wrong ******* autodidactic augmented and medicated old man. I hapt to save a dammercury switch from an old thermostat, with a bi-metal coil we could spring into action and launch afacethefact face that fact face of fact fracture tap. Twist it, there, balance, level, spirit levels bubble hermetic form flow act ioncat ion quest ion-- spark-- the idea imagicish dealybob- gleam right the feeling of gleam. Toothpaste imparts *** appeal, I pana imparts diligence, pepsodent is perfect for explosive types averse to yellow, stripe, oh my god, game changer. Hidden persuaders never saw us, by stripe are we healed and made bright white and loveable, said the tooth from the future, we learned, in school, to love each night, with a brisk brush before our prayer for no cavities could be answered. tap right there. Gem quality. The meaning of life, I magine, is more.
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Where am I, you ask? Lost in the clutter of my mind Thoughts all jumbled up Like a spool of tangled thread And just as thin So close to breaking Fingers get caught And slowly turn purple Once released, permanent damage remains My conscience plays the fingers My mind the thread Pull to hard, the thread snaps Don’t pull enough, and it’s forever knotted
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
Knotted Thread
You invaded my mind and held my conscience hostage, My memories were tied together by your words, Bound to be together you told me, But your weightless words left me adrift in the clouds and now I rain down whenever my days get a little too heavy, You simply cover yourself and wish I would go away and sometimes I wish I would too, You always did prefer the sun, Every warm embrace evaporating my damp love from your buttermilk skin, And now I'm wishing I had come again another day, Even now as I think about you, I'm finding new ways to monkey fist my tongue tied because if there's one thing trucker's hitch has taut, It's my memories to the opportunities I missed to love you.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
A Broken Home
Who was it that decided that a knot should be so painful to untie? Sometimes, a tie is loose, It has no purpose, It is old, It decays! So why do we hang on? Why don’t we just allow the knot to be broken when its clearly no longer functional? Its quite sad really. How a knot becomes so weathered when two ends just can’t let go.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
Forget Me Knot