#loose
I think Archie’s screams are to blame.
King Krule’s no longer keeping me afloat
Boy Harsher doesn’t hit the same
I’m fine to lose appetite and still grow fat
I’ve learned to lose drive, crash dive and dream to thrive
But Alex G no longer makes me wish to play,
When Blonde Redhead's on it doesn't feel like my birthday
I’ve grown used to stay in bed, bail on a friend
- the latter severely shames and I'm all to blame
A life without music, a new baseline of a diagnostic
If anyone's wondering - yes I'm still sick.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
I thought afar, yet never wandered.
Always saw that what I never watched.
For the distant blaze, I brought forth the horizon.
But, the landscapes turned to patchwork swatches all at once.
By Speare you drove your votives,
That which was a work of prose.
By reality, it was as an artist's pose
On a good kind of love.
For a lover is a writer,
Whether with ink & quill
Or lead & wood cylindrical.
For a lover is a writer,
Whether with chisel & stone
Or dynamite & the mountains.
Whether they write in constellations
Or draw in the sand on the beach,
Time it will take us.
For time, it shall take us.
But, in time,
Will there be that which is loving?
What say the scars unseen?
The deep peaks & valleys cut?
That which you etch
Without ever touching it?
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC
If you were to say I've done a lot wrong
You would be right
If you were to say I knew right from wrong all along
You would be right
If I were to say I know I will win this fight
I would be wrong
If I said at the end of this tunnel I see light
I would be wrong
©2024
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
Ex-President Trump had a near miss recently. That can be traumatizing.
We know how it is, our old republic survived a near insurrection recently.
At least Trump's assailant was killed, he can rest easy.
Thanks to faux-jurisprudence, our felon is still out there - on the loose.
.
.
Songs for this:
Run On by Elvis Presley
Use Me (feat. Cynthia Greene) by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Order My Steps by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
A moment's attention to an hour's raw worth.
This is the mind ****** experiment, last try...
back and forth until it breaks,
touch the edge, feel the heat.
On knowing, first taste, it is believed,
mankind's first mother made all mankind,
all from first mother
on to logically, eventually,
us;
You and me,
as we slipt the Matrix and uttered
the first breath wail that clicks the post womb life.
First thought that death ought be feared
has not yet been given the beguilement needed,
to make a slave to the mission revealed by truth's
spirit form, wind form, mind form, time formed point.
Knowledge, forbid my ignorance, but should one,
such as I, not die before my **** hair thins,
to lay bare the scalp that covers holy access
through the window in the top of the skull;
well, then, a certain respect is due me, a love, proof
that my reasonings were honed sharp enough,
early enough to form hooks to hang strands
of fullered fibers of gnosis from.
Prepared stitching thread, twirled intwining line
of reason, plumb weighted to hang straight,
perpindicular, swinging when to when, then
to now, to day from night, to ready after letters
are fitted to let us take thought, while attempting
contemplative temporary causal agency,
mediating meditation's worth versus daydreaming.
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Standard transmission, clutched, loosed,
engaged to catch a spark and start the process
rolling presently from past instances of learning.
Motivational motors of minding one's busyness,
catch a spark mid sequence, in a valved chamber
whooshing to push to shove to pull, and push
to displace and **** and shove to push and roll,
extending any individual's reach, confining
one's attention to inner reasonings, efforting
to steer the convenience compelling consciousness,
paid attention to terminii in reality set by science,
acknowledged used to increase the mobility of our kind,
mind you, promotion demands hands and eyes,
coordinating coy and ardent wills worth observation,
as will to be useful as arms and necks and nerves
and muscles and ligaments to tie bone frames,
to controls allowing fingers to steer,
as tongues do, as rudders do,
as my will being done may do,
we imagine as children watching adults work wishing.
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the efforting, effectual, fervent umph
applied to being useful on the whole,
the efforting made good by limitation
on liberty, free-state of matter, under
gravity and velocity, bound and determined,
to obey the binding force realized in thought,
leveraging aging winding springs force holds,
cogs to stop grinding gears, catchments,
mind hooks with torque converting aspiration
grasping reasons to resist inertial entropic
good enough reasons to sit still and wait.
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guaged goodness, measured mind width
comprehended, held with thumb and fingers,
in our combined ready writer mind, manipulated
muscle memorial cause confirming, progress
toward our common, shared joy strength
winging lift up from least useful of creatures,
unselfsustainable --nidicolous, nest bound,
bald baby birds, or pre-birds, evolving
into functional forms for use in life
as we, the best form
of life we have conceived.
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We have, behavioral autonomy, only
to the degree, the measured
parental investment, we need to have
and keep hold of having grasped, as
behavior becoming to beings of this kind.
Word smiths, mind adjustment experts,
fed from stacks in libraries so vast, that
now, we know, no mortal mind can hold
half of all we have experimentally proven
good for any word using cluster of us to have
to hold and use to make might be rights.
May might used right take thought, aye, may
be the will to have right use honed to one point,
new known pastless place, farthest edge
of ever after all we think or ask has proven,
patient stasis, waiting is, suffer it to be so now.
Some times and one times,
revisiting the process, producing me
and you, the processors of our realif-ications.
If as a condition,
in an ifery state, sticking to any matter realized;
we think as if one of us thought first, in time passing
now, from then, in your mind, my mind leaves reproof,
constructed to prevent the falling back into doubt,
two heads, four minds, one wind to share
in time passing as when one now meets a then,
when all attention ever once paid this now, turns
this time into a part of ever after all,
as words speak to heart felt conscience use proven
good, clean, pure state of first interest bearing lent
ears, hearing entertaining causing agents taunting troof.
Prove me now, herewith. Have I not filled your lungs,
have I not granted science right use of knowledge needed
to keep your nidicolous naked soul inspired to continue,
sowing kindness, same mindness, ag, agrimental agreement
we think, we thunk,
we thank our lucky stars, time and chance,
taut twang strangs of our hearts and minds, "chu-hoi",
big hugs, evahboty be nice like G.I., open arms
sự đầu hàng
bring before us the machine gunner called Whykill… begin
judgment near the incident, sự kiện, 29-02-01968,
There we was, me and Frenchy and Culpepper or something,
I forget, and now, I'm dead and all you all have are artificial
memorex versions of things I said I was a witness to, as a liar,
-nothin' but a houn'dawgnosis
picking old scents of sense we made in conversations,
so far past the point of no return, that none on the other side,
can contain innocense, livery of consci, where in our uniformity,
protrudes through old time religious linking thinking, wonders if
we might imagine living on in other words, after all's been
said and done… Whykill's dead. Hohlenstein's dead, and I am not.
Can you hear me now? Earth, earth, can you hear me now?
I hear your brother's blood crying out,
what now, this
now,
you know,
all those idle questions, you know? Did you
feel me lie and tell me no, no, man,
you can't do that.
And be not deceived. Single mind dominance, flat
left and correct, right, right, create an ifery wasery when,
then, let us form a means to use this ifery wasery when,
now, let us form
in time as realizable, vision, written plain,
set in new fangled fonts unicoded
common computable convertible
to bits in math-mental fundus corpus us,
beyond infinity through absurdity to us
becoming these thinkable thoughts,
living words all googly translated on demand,
rethinkable, as entertaining shapers of our kinds
of minds, keyed to constant news alerts, looking
for spots on the walls we pass along, hedged betting
this land is Nature's God's land, and this pasture,
green and lush, this leisure time, as advertised,
mine, my last wish
combination running streams of hot and cold water,
memory foam souls in my Adidas, as I did, assume
the role, Balaam's *** or donkey,
if your public ***** word filter
hides ssscertain ifery essence
as sounds shuffled schitteringshits.
saint's accuser user rights assigned, runs
Phunky muse, ish bin, dasein, by das zeit, okeh
become alright already, done did done, done, indeed,
desired right to design, knowing already
the idea in the seed, was in
the virus first, and some say
long before long now,
in long then when nothing was a thought.
Knowledge was used to expose us all to living words.
Such as =
U can hold, as a mind let be formed
from mere wish it were
so easy
to fall in love, silly, blessedness
sensing mothering wombed men,
led astray with stories as wild as Theresa wannabes can conceive,
barren womb conceptions, dared define this penetralium,
esoteric guts of all sacred oxen processions, announcing
****** births reportedly
become motherless ******** and such
become outcasts, who often as not,
survive and thrive on wilderness.
Day and night, seedtime and harvest.
Learning from wind and sun and water and dirt and stone,
presoil granite, lime
from primordial sealife eons
on eons awaited, according to Devine wedoms
aspiring to some day become those cities of marble long ago
- replicate forming a marble pillar,
- from seaformed life forms turned to stone,
- in the kidneys of the world.
slow sea settle the white cliffs, pile
on pressure from megatons
of solid ice, firming fractious soft muds
at the bottom
of ancient land locked oceans,
frozen, squeezing solidified worths
weights of rainfall reacting first time
to climates constant changing
pulls from lucky stars and
guiding stars and
disintegrating
ancient's land marks, Casa Bonita,
those Bhuda reps
in the basalt, reminding
remember nothing is real,
blank slate, po' preserver of first impressions, lasting
lifetimes in words never given a reader's added weight, but
by a kind of more than once might wish
to ask, effectuality try
proofing insulation umph
opposing imposture syndrome,
with functional Dunning Krueger
inate cognative imbalence, valenced
within the pre pancreatic failure gut neurons bias…
burped bubble perception, whole self tuning
entire being concept, repenting ignorance begging
truth be known, make me unbelieve beloved lies,
other wise
make me
Art
Intuited, as a weform lifeform,
a we of three neuronal territories,
thinkers reading doer's reports from ports far afield, out there
where shapes of things that were some time ago,
can be translated into two dimensions fitting this window,
using these letters whose sense we all may use to think
translate me, the living word reminds the daydreaming monk,
consider really the stars, for number, now, and take that,
knowledge, a ledge on an oblique inleaning facet of us,
and walk along it not looking down
on or as, may be
the we form of one ready
to be reading ready we state,
in a punctuated equilibrium *** *** ***
Drums
Timpanis, Phrigian rhythms boom boom booming,
Zildjians , krashing and rolling into boingingnodes, domes
of dones, tells holding long forgotten legends for a time.
Nineveh, the repentant city, eh,
to the level
of its labor class things, fasted an acceptable fast,
miracle of miracles, the city did not fall, the miracle
of Jonah was that the city changed behavior
to such a degree that the God who had used Jonah,
made him a story in himself, used to glorify truth,
and someday make gourd growers
proud to be shapers if Meerschaum puff clouds,
made him a creature with no comprehension of mercy,
to use him in a great sorting out testing of spirits,
in the great game of the being edge overlapping gains
taken as granted grace, readers rule non readers,
see the images on the wall, hear the actors in the back,
break a leg, bad luck magic insiders hold true good,
encouragement to fret nothing, as a dancer does,
when listing with the breeze through new chance,
on the page, a pause,
a breather taking lax laze lize guessing others wise,
we suspect ourselves of hubris, as if the other wise
reason for the functional faith in goodness is done,
sneezing phase is past, if you've read this far, by now
you are infected, and as you know, knowing too much
can **** a mortal bent to believe an institutionalized PR
Q-code/ begging oppositional support,
for the dam whence the boy pulled his finger and stepped
back to be blown downstream in time to let the last salmon
spawn and bring worth back to the rain always falling,
mainly on the plain,
Habakkuk habit, artistic intuition patterns of stroke, for luck,
let role in lines intending to hold the slightest smile,
thinking I know, this is not the same vale,
this is not the same current, nor same opinion worth a look,
streaming, not rowing, life
at the moment
is a day taken
for daydreaming equivalent
to a koan ridden
to its vanishing point
on the horizontal insistence
of our mutual peculiar leanings off center,
in a phi mark pattern pearling things think through,
doing words a proper spin,
to hit the nail on the head,
pop.
Stop/ now. Taste the pudding,
is there proof now from then?
D'he, ahe he he - didja ever have the ware withal
to make up
your own mind?
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Yes, walk away, daydreaming boy,
location and possession of means,
for deciphering Emperical runes,
put into my craft and trade in
Calabash pipes, seen, but unseen
gourds employed as smoked ****
and fine tobacco investigatory oral
fixations prominent during the nicotine
DNA adaptation,
{took five generations}
from popular pastime
of blowing smoke, after effects
took on global societal ruling lines
of taut strict reasons to keep smoking,
keep on, keepin' on, minding solo scriptura,
in smoke filled rooms whither whole new forms
for holding mental tyranny enough to wage war,
took shape to govern those who must fight for
the cost of power contained
in a concept with kings,
and us, or Gods and men…
opposed to, leaning against, acting
as scaffolding holding old dams destined
soon to break,
"and at that time thy people shall be delivered,
every one that shall be found written
in the book."
Johnstown flood, was a true historical news worthy event,
unlike the name of any person whose name is in a list
of souls departed from the frail shell of mortality,
ready or not.
Fret not, and naught, aye, no thing or thought
Christmas angel say aight, be not afraid of knowing,
good new things to know, whole old truths put to rest.
Here come Jubilee, one last time,
big time, big time revival of the truth conception
creator of the whole shebang.
Biggest to infinitile insignificance, in fancy other words.
But thou, O Daniel,
shut up the words, and seal the book,
to the time of the end:
many shall run to and fro,
Assisting intelligences shall seem as guides,
Michael models will seem like second comings.
in implodelusive spurts… as can be imagined
reviving old lies for new carnal mind tweaks.
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 5:06 PM UTC
Loosen your
Chains,
Brains,
*****
Your vowels
And your bowels
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
Staring in a mirror. Again
It makes me feel worse just to see
I braided my hair so neatly
Now it's falling apart at the seams
There's a comparison there
Let's not look into it
If I stick pins in
Tie up all the loose ends again
It'll look neater, sure
As long as you don't look too close
Cause there's a glittering metal barricade
Of a halfhearted hairstyle I tried to save
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
Excuse, accuse, acausal sui generis, me,
so we
may play at being happy, not mad,
glad to be alive
in a state
of grace, total free being, no strings,
save these that tie my shoes
to my prayers's feet, because
sometimes that's what the old ones
said,
when miracles were sparse, due to
scarcity of seed,
such as grew the great cathedrals
and the original PTL Network,
BTW
an entity which seems alive and well,
as well may be with that view of
time and eternity and relatifity…
in such times, prayers need shoes, and
shoes need those worthy to tie them.
We'll see, is it worthy, we, or must it be me;
how would we know if this were worthy
as a place? a time? Would we be
compelled
to admit… worth is what the buyer will bear.
Give it away, loose the peace,
I'd say. If that were you, I'd say, dia-logos,
back and forth,
as we climb a stairway to heaven,
on broken promises and stolen chords,
-- read the news
each step, one closer to over
c'mon
lemme show you where its at, oh child,
some men never learn.
We win, then we don't brag, we jes' be as
we was when first we
left things be. No fuss. No fight. Turn out the light.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
Replace the memories with post-it notes.
Re-write the history that created who I am
those paragraphs of information erased from my thoughts.
I will save myself
sew and stitch my own flesh
and paint my bones
Creating new memories and paragraphs and post-it notes
Until I get it perfectly wrong
And my corkboard brain is covered in neon paper
and my hands are covered in paper cuts and glitter glue
and my heart becomes as covered
in as much barbed wire as there is stickers.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
She was learning
to choose herself
to love herself
and to take care
of herself
But it did not
come easily
she wanted to
loose herself
in herself
and love herself
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
maybe we held each other too close
which made us now too loose.
maybe we became too dependent,
that made us now feel indifferent.
we can pretend this is easy,
but how long will we both feel weary?
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
the desk drawer was open, extending an invite,
cheap blue handle scissors, easy see, on top,
robbed of excuses, went around the house, all my
personal goods, mission oriented, trimming away
loose threads wherever they were hiding in my life
no expert in love, for sure, but struck by you people
linking love and dying, over and over, like they are
hyphenated, siblings, separated twin children, that
long to communicate, checking each other out on the
internet anonymously, cause these two linked in ways
not understood, loosely tied, a threaded linkage, can you
please explain?
(mysterious)
is loved only fully realized,
when it phoenixes?
burnt, slowly agonizing,
arisen, resurrecting,
is it one cell endless
dying, re-splitting?
Paul calls,
asking:
“and you wonder why we, why you,
why I am still crazy after all these years?”
12:04am
Wed Sep 9
plague year
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
I’m not ready to let go
I can’t
How could I
I’m attached
My life is attached to it
I can’t let go easily
I hate thinking about the fact of having to let someone go
It feels like leaving
It feels like betrayal
All strings are attached
I don’t know how to loosen them
I don’t want to loose anyone
My personality can’t let go
I just can’t
It’s hard when it happens, once it happened and it’s going to hurt in the future.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
nandirito na naman ako,
nag-iisa.
madalas, tuwing tanghali,
ay nalulugmok sa isang paboritong
sulok kaharap ang mga bulaklak
at insekto habang kinukumutan
ng pinaghalu-halong amoy ng mga
naglipanang mukha sa aking harapan.
dito ko madalas hintayin ang mabagal
na oras dahil katatapos lang ng klase
at ayaw ko pang umuwi.
nagpapahinga,
nag-iisip ng kahit na anong maisip,
nakatanga,
nagmamatyag sa kahit na ano o sinong malapatan
ng paningin.
walang pakialam sa nagmamadaling
mundo ng mga gising.
nandito ako't abala
sa isang munting sandali
ng kapayapaan para hanapin
muli ang sarili ko.
teka... hindi pala ako
nag-iisa rito.
kasama ko itong sigarilyo.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
One thing I can show you-
As if my love understands, or could do,
All of the things that the happy people knew,
The lessons we teach, are taught back to us too.
I won't know you again, right on by my side,
As my dreams whirlpool, we're pulled under riptides
May I find, and then loose, you on this earthly ride-
May you glimpse my real pain, on this final bedside.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Hey, 2020, praying person, what do you pray,
I saw you praying,
what were you saying,
how do you do
this
thing
called prayer, is it easy, is it hard, is there a right way,
is there a wrong?
H'lafwearden, teach us to pray. Must you beg?
-- I would that ye should pray unceasingly.\\
-- imagine that, as a kid,
-- six years into being.
-- Thy will.
-- Be done, at your service, my
command, learn, recite, learn, recite, learn re
after ever learning truth expands,
we can never catch ever resting
in peace.
Sunday school or Hebrew school or Madrassa
literate
people of the book, look, look
a word
to the wise
is enough, you can we what you claim to be
and we shall see,
we shall.
Show yourselves lovers of wisdom and truth and
no lie,
the self evident truth will be your witness.
Define you, and truth shall form the you you wish.
OOPs,
2020 tech, do-overs, set to auto. Imagine better,
not good,
better,
aim at completion,
just better, each time, live to the end,
sleep and rise, expecting to recall all you ever needed
to finish this one
day,
before, facing dawn, once more.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
Eight days of seven are you lobster
Stop chains kissing bouquets
Lovely sting but punch less
But don’t stop
Please
I hate it
Ahahahaha
Front stabbing martyr I love you
Tighten my bindings whilst I take a ****
Done? Good. I’d be so grateful if you’d take the katana from the mouth of my daughter
As they say the plot worsens
But please, do tell me about your luxurious Judas cradle
Is it to your liking sir?
Roomy yes thank you
I’ll pay half
Ten out of five on pointless dot com.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
"TO"
"LOSE "
"SOMETHING"
''IS"
"TO"
"GET"
''A''
"GAIN"
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 10:07 PM UTC