#nuance
I'm going to leave you with a quote.
"Chess is a game of nuance."
--Unknown
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 5:39 AM UTC
In where would you have me?
Cold and growing thistles
In hearing your shrill?
Lying gaunt, riddled and sunk
In where will I place me?
Wild, roaring whimper
Shall I pass on in waste
Kisses unkind, leaking more words
Holding my end in lusting smirk
In where will you sing
Startled, shot star
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 9:51 PM UTC
Specked on the toes
or heals of a plate.
The horse is waiting. You don’t know it —
you should breathe in & out in situations like this.
Situations lead to more of them. You smell like Axe. My breathing hasn’t been consistent
-or monitored enough to know the depths of the soul.
Scroll down or turn the page depending on what era you are in. There is infinity on the back of my hand.
On your other back there is some tension. Taste like sweat. Southeast Asian flavored — not in an overly ****** or fetishized way. You and me are the same.
The other you called me an intruder. I know by nationality — not blood. So, you are partially right.
On the other side, you get a massage. We’ve taken turns with other versions of ourselves. Plenty of work in the 21st Century.
A job. Updated resume. For someone who might love you in that moment. Truly love that job. On the back of your real back.
A hand job. Not a quickie. We work. Free labor. We use our hands to make things. All jobs are hand jobs — don’t be a pervert. I thought you were a nice person. Don’t sexualize everything? What job isn’t a hand job?
Why is it so hard? Why is it so big? Why do I have expectations?
We met at a mall. Or you picked me up. My feelings are present. Your feelings back there. You and me are scared. Because jobs that are tiring can be scary.
I miss all of you. You’re back and my back. My stupidity and my wisdom is yours too. The back seat smells like SafeGuard. Breathe in. Brea- Calm. No more scared.
You just ate. That’s how we flirt in the Philippines.
I had black pepper on my foods because it’s used on the front of a dish where I’m from-
When I eat, I don’t burp from the back. You sprinkle the front of the food on its back.
On the front of the back of the phone is an anticipation.
People I know of back home are dying. There is black pepper. No one I have been really close to has passed yet. In the back of your mind you know it’ll happen.
I back up a bit from the table and you. I always think I am smart. I always think of crying when I get home. But I am too smart to cry in public.
Back up — back up. Black up. Sprinkle Black Pepper on food. For you. Backed by support from followers like you.
You may be familiar with my back. Or vice versa. What a beautiful time it is to eat Black Pepper in September!
Wondering what is going on in the back of their minds. You tell me to get over it.
Try the Black Pepper in a town near you. Sides go great with a little back back dash of the Black Pepper. Yes I am ok.
You need salt. I need salt. Back away. Because moderation. Just use Black Pepper. It is your job.
Black. Then front. Top it off. Then back and black. Self love advice — taking everything with a grain of (bath) salt.
Which Black Pepper is the best Black Pepper?
Back and Black. Duh.
Forward through the congestion of Cebu City — I back up but not enough. My new job is to sprinkle the Black Pepper on us. After the commute.
Crazy?
You’re crazy, babe.
You…
Baby, I know I am crazy.
Sike.
You bet.
Because of the motorcycle makes me feel dangerous and cool on your back. I drove too. Danger. You. Never mind! Never. Mind. Men are dumb. That includes me.
That means everything men do other men and women they pursue is dumb. Black Pepper takes their mind off that front and back to the front. People are dumb. Di ba?
Black Pepper is Black Pepper. Nothing but Black Pepper. I love me so much. You too. You told me to love myself more. So I ate Black Pepper.
You aren’t always looking at palm trees, or nature, like I do. Back on your phone. Black pepper grounds the tree.
Now from the back to the other back I calmly sneeze.
Where has life taken you in regards to others? The backs of theirs.
It is not hard to believe in the world of form — because Black Peppers are on my back.
So is the back of your motorbike. I smell Black Pepper on my upper lip. There is Black Pepper sprinkles. Everywhere. I use the back of my wet hand to wipe the back. You wipe the front.
— in the back of my mind, I’m glad most of the Black Pepper is covered by my clothes.
Sleeping on back back — exhale. Exhaling from both the nostrils. I remember the time I garnished a dish with Black Pepper in the Upper East Side. I felt gross. I remember that moment in the back of my mind.
How could anyone hate you if you’re back?
Black Pepper eaters never seem to care too much. So you — don’t back up that with a fact check. Back up. I am not crazy.
I love the blacks. I love the peppers. If you back the love too — it’s a job. You too will know love from the back.
— Sprinkled with black pepper and backed by gold.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
I walk the middle line,
Open to hearing both sides.
Things are rarely black and white,
That’s something you’ll find.
There’s always nuance,
Though people may deny,
Open your mind,
And realize,
That perhaps you aren’t always right.
So many petty fights,
For “rights”
Stirring up so much strife,
For what?
Why can’t we just live life?
I try,
To be open minded,
And walk the middle line.
Always scouring the desert for nuance,
And nuance I always find.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
haiku 22/1/3a
so the micro invisiblility
of the nuance crys for
a true revelation of the unknown
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 7:06 PM UTC
I found me in the nuance
lost me in the extreme
reduced me to a shoebox
so you could be the star of the scene
breaking at the seams, seen this exact sequence in my dreams
angels always warning me of the person attempting to scorn me
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
Words have just meanings
Actions are just doings
Time is just a line
Music is just a sound
They are all dead
Unless they have nuances
Which make them alive
Pulsating, vibrating,
Inhaling, exhaling
Life....
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 5:13 AM UTC
The society saw a black and white dichotomy
He saw the world in his own way, a nuanced greyscale
She jumped in and showed him a world of vibrant hue
Together they found the whole EM spectrum
But when they tried to tell their friends, they saw
That they stuck to the two chroma way
Fearing the loss of light, the two
Ran off to those who they had
Been told were savages
They kept on running
Moving until
Finally
They were
Free
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
a nuance
enigma
a moment in time
a brooding
depression
dichotomy raw
a stirring
defiance
a wrath's crashing storm
a protest
in outcry
a need to transform
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC