#phenomenology
By the edge of the Tagus,
the river passes unhurried,
as if it knew
its end.
I sit by the window.
The waters meet
and carry me away.
Time is not chased.
It flows.
Days, minutes
on an unbroken thread.
Each thing
at its own rhythm.
The world continues.
I learn not to interrupt.
Without urgency.
Without fear.
I observe
what yields,
what remains.
And then,
almost without sound,
we change.
I light a cigarette.
The flame hesitates.
So do I.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
There are dense days,
when a second
weighs like a stone in your pocket.
And there are liquid days,
that slip away without memory.
Time is not linear.
It settles.
It remains
in the things we have touched,
in what we have lost,
in what we almost were.
And, slowly,
without asking permission,
it becomes
us.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:17 AM UTC
It’s lonely only finding truth in philosophy,
when only phenomenology can tell us
that we are just compounds of need
falling into traps of manipulation
set by the veiled hunger others
There can’t be two sides to every story
if we are just navigating altered perceptions of reality
warped by insecurity and ego
using endless disingenuous promise
as a means to an end
that we can’t see
or understand
so underhand, we take all that we can get
to sate some innate desire that devours us
never letting us see its teeth.
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
if the emanations of the motive were noticed
one would be completely still
defined
uniform
a choice in the flesh
intricate doubt
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
A certain spectrum of whiteness
still is delusional
it thinks it is still torturing black people in private
It functions as if it is out in the barren ocean
on a slave ship
choosing captives to ****
degrade and throw to the sharks
and the patterns of society are used to it
like the sharks that changed their feeding patterns
based on this **** and killing
by slave overseers
The white slave overseers enjoyed **** so much
and the money from it
that a whole social structure was designed around it
the Ivy league institutions made this possible
the government made this possible
communities made this possible
you make it impossible
please
and
thank you
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
Who knows?
None but myself.
Who has experienced?
None but myself.
Who cares?
Surely, none but myself.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
The second power of the Sphinx
is Will.
"Motion is by mind alone." ⊙
Intelligence, armed with Wisdom,
fortified with Understanding,
self-realizes.
The will to power orchestrates
desire, giving flesh to dream.
(ripples in the waters of מ)
Who awakens, ceasing Motion,
becomes the Mover:
the omnipresent Point.
Will is the Artificer of Truth.
Truth embodied by Art
follows conception.
Existence produces mythos.
*"The Maze, the Maze that is the Secret,
loves Itself.
And in the love of Itself,
amazing things Become."* ⊾
To Will is to express:
to falsify the inestimable
and create by omission.
"The world-dream is a lie." Ω
*"Lo, for these words that stain the lips of the Anointed,
the Smeared Ones.
Smeared in the ashes of My blood
is the lie that is Our story."* ⊾
The cause of Action is narrative.
The effect of Action is narrative.
I speak the Word.
I hear the Word.
The Story begins.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
I want to be the band
around my wrist,
at peace,
at rest,
with the sole purpose of being a band,
around my wrist.
With nothing but thread and elastic
holding me together.
Without option of thinking,
but simply existing.
Without the desire to love
or be loved,
but to be loved perhaps,
and hated perhaps.
I want to be the band,
around my wrist,
and I don't want to be me.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC