#naught
Blank men carry black stones
to riverbeds and call all
who wake before the bells
to follow.
They do not worry about tomorrow
because tomorrow is never
and blank men are naught.
They do not ride horses
because horses mean work.
They do not fall in love
because love means deep being.
They do not chant prayers
because prayers make believe.
They only carry black stones
to riverbeds
because rivers are always changing.
*“Don all ye that come, with lamp
and cloak and speak the nameless
name of the river you step into.
Bright be we that carry this darkness
and shadow be us that survive the light.
Ask not why you carry these stones,
but hurl them into the void
and see your reflection tremble.”*
At this they move on
and repeat themselves,
with new faces
and no names,
to places that don’t exist
and people that never were.
Blank men carry black stones
to riverbeds and call all
who wake before the bells
to follow.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
I forbid myself to love you!
It's unbearable!
It's like I'm tearing myself to pieces,
To shreds at all!
I madly want to be with you!
More than nearer!
But I forbid myself to think of you!
Not at all!
I forbid myself to remember you!
It's torture!
The sunshine in my window at dawn -
It's you!
Without you I maim my Soul!
I **** her!
My days, my dreams, my thoughts are naught
Without you!
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
In the crook of my sanity
sat this poor little me
bereft of reason
naught of gold
one with the concrete
so cold and bold
not for wisdom
never for hope
full of wishes
for food and cloth
if I beg, will it stop?
if I cry, will I drop-
if I jump, will it be better?
and I could laugh
and cry
and tell them I am
still, still stuck there
now, better at hiding
full of warmth
from my blood sweater
sewn from shame
and disappointment
it never gets better
it only gets quiet
and you drown in silence
and acceptance,
that fate is this
it is meant to be.
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 11:31 PM UTC
We celebrate, don't we.
We celebrate celebrity, don’t' we.
Fame and fortune, apprehended while still alive,
we celebrate such aims
hit. Right on.
We worldly humus beings,
highest bits of the dust of the earth;
we,
self evidently know, in side, on the
inside of what we are,
there is an idea of being measured for worth,
by the joy you
use by right to stir the old ideas that once formed gods.
we feel the flow, we know more blessed to give,
than receive, given and given
evidence of all we know we never see
overwhelming the hope
deferred heart sick
deception post reception, too late,
the fix is in. The heart is new, not twisted, designed,
with that magnificent aortal vagus CNX action,
swirling the field of all we imagine into
watchaseeswattchgit
Hide, and watch… there is no whimper
when this bubble of been
is popped.
But its not a bang, more a hiss
or a sigh.
The
traditional medium, words,
thinking, the thinking thing seems to think
somethings
missing
something is
missing a sense of
why
mass and matter whats whats whats
first things first
wise arises as a character trait,
wait - there was a chance all hell could be imagined
as real as any thing, so we made some mods on V.2.1,
biome factors...
-- time, yeah, time is a factor, but not luck…
patience, per
fect love casts out fear, not
perfect aim.
good wins, try again
Fear not. Death has no sting.
That's it, God's own
fear fix, so low we go with this sci used,
just right, so
life always wins,
using sci-,
hence, no lie forms from truth,
no imaginable evil ever exists, never is perfectly empty.
panspermia pandaemonium psy=sci
wit use of knowns, we try
umph, and be come
at worst a proven unthinkable thing.
celebrity (n.)
late 14c.,
"solemn rite or ceremony,"
from Old French celebrité "celebration"
or directly from Latin celibritatem
(nominative celebritas)
"multitude, fame,"
from celeber
"frequented, populous"
(see celebrate).
Meaning "condition of being famous" is from c. 1600;
that of "a famous person" is from 1849.
When the old gods withdraw,
the empty thrones cry out for a successor,
and with good management,
or even without management,
almost any perishable bag of bones may be hoisted into the vacant seat.
[E.R. Dodds, "The Greeks and the Irrational"]
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=celebrity>
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 8:36 PM UTC
To define a woman,
it needs more than just words
For their true nature is beyond thoughts
So, a woman is more than just who or what.
If through a woman was everyone brought
So not to say naught,
Till we forever find a better word
for now,
A woman is synonymous with the word "world"
—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
why i want to reach this state of life?
i spend my time
my effort
my attention
body and soul
and heart
just to reach this peak
but why?
what is the real purpose of all of this?
did i just chase an empty dream?
everyone congratulate me
but i feel nothing at all
nothing at all
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
An island lets itself go.
In rising water finds a friend;
The past comes to naught.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
one grabs many things,
wanting to be something;
on the path to naught!
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
We met at a bar
We flirted alot
Like we've known for so long
But all is for naught
We've texted for days
Attentions are caught
We're loving each moment
But all is for naught
We hated the world
And battles are fought
While we kiss and makeup
But all is for naught
We swore in our hearts
Invoked what we've brought
That a Promise of Paris
But all is for naught
As the days passed by
I never have thought
You betrayed our love
Is it all for naught?
You took me for granted
As you left me to rot
The promise is broken
Is it still for naught?
She's a witch in disguise
With a sinister plot
To break all mens heart
It shall forever be naught
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
when the story ended before it's beginning
there wasn't any trace of anything
even on the event horizon
the creator didn't have any chance,
to make up anything
on the drawing board of his being
couldn't sense what was meant of him
the plot hasn't sprouted anywhere
in the vast field of thought fertile
so no need ever did arise to forget anything
there wasn't any apparition of good or evil, love or hate,
that'd appear on earth, fire, air, space or water; not even nothing.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC