#paradoxical
This law of science, this religious conundrum, this eleventh commandment that must be obeyed,
yet asks not for love nor honor,
nor that thou shall,
it is a force upon us, akin to gravity, invisible, irrefutable, inscrutable, all-powerful, our firmest bedrock beliefs,
to die as dust with us.
It is no accidental fate twisting, it is the most sensible of the nonsensical, yet tragic.
We are born to die,
we tarnish, we wither, the fruits of our labor,
the progeny of our ***** they…remember to forget us.
~
She likes to sleep in a cold room, every day, even when the subzero external takes lives indiscriminately. And I awake soaking wet, sheen sweated, coated, heated, and philosophically inclined, and physically declined, and write all this poor poetry that is born in ether that dies as bytes of code, and yet will, nay, just may, exist forever in this form, cloaked and uncloaked, both.
~
These are the paradoxical, and though we are each uniquely para,
but beside, alongside, near, beyond, we are all assigned to the
same fate.
It is no way accidental that within this word
we humans placed a very human curse, a delicacy of rueful,
a hint of the contrary, the delight of the ironic.
The very borrowed air we needed to prove our once continued existences
lives on long after our any marker we devise, that we leave behind,
all crumbles, defeated…is dross, just, dox.
1:49 am Thursday, February 19, 2026
Postscript
What does dox mean in paradox?
“An opinion or view. Greek doxa, opinion. This has never been an active word-forming element, but appears in but a few words of Greek origin:
paradox, from Greek paradoxon, a contrary opinion, from para‑, distinct from; orthodox, from Greek orthos, straight or right; heterodox, from Greek heteros, other.”
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
What author ever brought stigma
To the metal meat of argumentation
Based on green fly baking pies
With themselves in them
The steady guillotine raises the mundane
To the the top of the pops
As Capricorn is still seen as the leading star sign/
Boombox tarries the accolhaud of prim, caught
Out of the corner of the eye
smoking signs
While vampires need to throw their teeth into art
Where they discover black chalk
And as my mum says ' some pregnant women crave eating coal'
And Become narcissistic mothers.
In the rudeness of the magic however,
There is a burst of both lazy
Equally inspired
But with the correct resources never aggravated tapestry.
As the galaxy sighs.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
The pleasure is all mine
when I see a nickel on the sidewalk
while on my way to the bus-stop
nearby,
and when I,
the fast traveller,
see a piece of weathered poster
whirled up in the wind
and then laid there
on the roadside forgotten,
yet still retaining
its hue vivid
—the colors are still lively at the least,
nevertheless.
My heart grows into full vivacity
when I see such serendipity so small,
glowing in brilliance yet so lucid,
in a manner ever graceful
—no matter how tiny that is—
from the bottom of my heart
—I'm being accepted
into thy blissfulness, which may hold
the wonders of the world
ever imaginable.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
I guess I’m okay… What more can I say?
Forget it—never mind,
You wouldn’t understand anyway,
Would you even know what it's like?
Inside a scattered disconnected mind,
Employed to go on strike?
Where indirect misdirect
The sincerity at play,
When sinusoidal chaos spikes
And past meets the future present day?
As paranoid points outlandishly connect
At intervals of broken lines,
Memory lost in recollect,
An array of misshaped bells
Internally infect the eternal confines
Of infinite distributional decay,
Parallels with no intersect,
Streetwise cells with empty signs,
Burned out lights, potholes, and landmines,
Littered all the way.
How am I to convey that all those times
You let your mind wander away
That I was reading, thinking, dreaming,
Teeming, never idle, never strayed,
Seeing, being, so far and away,
Even the brightest intellect beaming,
Could not grasp the feeling
In the slightest of highest orders reeling,
Wound unbound, or as it would be seeming,
Imperfect, even to the disarray
Of the tamest prefect, whose verdict
Could not predict the reflect,
For in this world, seeing is deceiving,
As the lamest reject, defect,
Increasingly decreasing,
In simplistic bliss obey
Crowned unsound fallacies
That contradict all meaning,
Hiding behind reality, the actualities
Lest, protect the thoughtlessness perceiving,
Let me stop you if I may...
I must interject for I digress,
What nonsense was I weaving?
Forget it—I've lost my mind,
I best be leaving,
What more can I say?
It's periodic I must confess,
You probably don't care anyway,
Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay,
Until next time I guess,
I wouldn't want to be misleading.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
She hated me because I loved her
& I loved her because she hated me.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
*must
be
crazy
how
can
you
enjoy
reading
about
one's
sadness
and
madness
?
I'm
crazier
than
you.
How
can
I
ask
such
a
foolish
question?*
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
*I'm brave enough to fear, deaf enough to hear
blind enough to see, I'm a soul in ecstasy
I'm weak enough to fight, in the dark of light
crippled enough to stand, insane enough to understand
that I'm eternal enough to die, truth enough to lie
perpetual enough to end and straight enough to bend
I'm hard enough to bruise and triumphantly lose
I'm desperate enough to believe, happy enough to grieve
afloat enough to drown and smiled enough to frown
I'm treasured enough to be thrown,a dusk enough to dawn
a man enough to cry,I'm mindful enough to pry
I'm question enough to answer, goat enough to panther
I'm block enough to bridge, free enough to siege
I'm lone enough to clique, wake enough to sleep
love enough to hate, I'm free willed to fate
I'm chain enough to freedom, unknown for my stardom
pleasure enough for pain,I'm sunshine trapped in rain
I'm wrecked enough to intact and powerless enough to impact
probability enough to certain,I'm God enough to Satan
I'm peace enough to war,ignorant enough to know
less enough to more, I'm Yes enough to No
I'm stuffed enough to hunger, silence enough to thunder
obvious enough to wonder, I'm builder enough to plunder.*
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Baby, I miss your smiles,
I love my laughter even more.
Baby, I miss your voice,
I enjoy my silence even more.
Baby, I miss your eyes,
I nourish my health even more.
Baby, I miss your heart,
I listen to my heartbeats even more.
Baby, I miss losing myself in you,
But yes, I have found myself again.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
To my asleep conscience
To my ever lasting cowardice
To my low self esteem
And to my doubtful self
I wonder when
When will courage rise up
When will it surface my very face...
When will it ever come at my door
But i'll just wait
Wait a little bit more
Wait a minute or so
Wait a week or two
Wait a decade or a year
I'll keep on stand by
I'll be here obediently waiting for your grand arrival
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
She is a chaotic mess
Who is a genius yet makes no complete sense
She is weak but willing to fight the war
She constantly asks herself, "How long and how far?"
How long until the storm ends?
When will her thoughts finally be her friend?
Because inside, it's a monstrosity and it's killing her with curiousity
Consumed in her chaos, in her little paradox.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
Maybe she was looking for somebody to warm
her up all the time and God, when it got
too dark outdoors you cried kerosene and set
fire to yourself just to provide her safety and security.
And maybe it's true that everything
comes in a paradoxical form and that's
why even though you were born from
a warm womb, your soul was so icy cold
she burnt her fingertips just touching it
and probably mistook it for the heat she
had always been longing for. I know that it's ironic,
I know that your dreams lay somewhere
beside her perfect body and shiny hair
but your reality is four suicide
attempts and cutting your wrists open
over some permanent tattoo where
her love was supposed to be skinned.
-- Eleanor
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
I'm only trying to love myself to make up for me hating me.
I hate the way I hate myself but i just cant escape from me.
Tell myself I'll get it right and I just gotta wait for me,
but me is getting tired, meanwhile I'm just waiting patiently.
Trying to give myself a vision, I'm just trying to make me see,
That happiness is bread and life could really be a bakery.
Got a sweet tooth and negativity is cake to me.
Everybody watching, they just copying and pasting me.
Take the key, I'm trying to lock my thoughts inside a safe with me.
Looking in a mirror just to let myself debate with me.
I just wanna love my life, living, learning gracefully
But how can I uplift myself when all my thoughts are weight to me?
Racing through infinity I'm standing with the Trinity.
Me, Myself, and I, that's a triangle full of enemies.
Me, Myself, and I, in me so tell me where would you hide?
You wanna hear some painful irony? I have to choose sides.
Because I stay fighting myself and hurting me like am I serious?
There ain't enough room in this one body for the three of us.
No we cannot comfort us. Yes it makes us furious.
Screaming to ourselves like, "is anybody hearing us?"
Self inflicted pain. On this shelf I sit in vain.
Telling me about myself cause no one else would think its sane.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC