#rhetoric
It was a short and bright love-story.
I’d fit it easily in simple couple lines.
It was complete: the waterfall and whirlblast,
The soulful look, and sighs just days and nights.
But it’s all gone, or it was never happened,
Those love confessions, tremblingly for good.
The flowers wilted and rhetoric fully vanished
The very moment, when the dawn became selfhood.
I bear all in mind: that dawn and bench.
You stroked my hand and you were flatly silent.
I understood it whole. And bade you farewell.
And you went out without a word. You didn’t keep in mind.
The story ended on that sandy beach,
In that soft breeze and in those silken waves.
And now there’re only melancholic memories,
The hollow promises and sea taste on my lips.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC
It's ******* disturbing.
I wake up tired,
My body aching.
I just stop sleeping.
News, coffee.
Planet encyclopedia,
Thesaurus cigarettes
And dictionary breakfasts.
Slices of rhetoric
With some kind of spread of intellect -
For lunch?
Dissertative sandwiches.
Grains of perspectives
In something over-marinated.
I just stop eating.
It matters not.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 5:45 PM UTC
Outside of language structuring and more into the rhetoric of philosophy;
Logos, within the frame of reference of 2nd person perspective, corresponds to our inner monologues. The mind's speech.
1st person - Perceiver - Person
2nd person - Perception - Place
3rd person - The Perceived - Thing
So whereas from the 1st person perspective, thought is merely an attribute of perception - 2nd person sees the mind as a more physical place.
A liminal space between the material & immaterial.
Therein, thought which is the inner monologue can be offered body. You can personify thought as a whole, personify thoughts in sets, or in singulars. So 3rd person would be thought which examines or experiences itself.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 7:00 AM UTC
Like bouquets of flowers
Which are all but homogenous
And withering from neglect.
Like a classic & well known speech;
But someone altered it greatly
From structure, wording, & hermeneutics.
Like beaches of glass,
Where time & wave deny
Any smoothing of edges.
Poetry is long-winded,
The stanzas bore
Through ups & downs.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
For to rest in the gymnasium
Is to watch others wrestle.
There is no pendulum
Which is not but itself a pebble.
I am the gnomon.
For all are free
And each person is their own mason.
From the block of marble we chisel
Out who are ourselves.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
Words!
They're something we nearly
All can say,
They're something we share!
Thoughts!
They're something we can all say,
At least nearly;
Every living thing has them!
I think?
I think.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC
O' since it hath been beforehand with our griefs,
Let us pay the time but needful woe.
This England never did and never shall
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Now these her princes are come home again,
And we shall shock them.
Come the three corners of the world in arms;
If England to itself do rest but true,
Nought shall make us rue.
Like you were before,
Slaves ye shall be again.
You shall pay forever in restless labor.
The country will be nothing but a vassalage,
You who stood on the cliff line side-to-side
As our ships sailed by.
Now it is you who are beneath us.
Wait for your gentry men & ladies to return,
We shall be upon them as a tempest.
And our allies will strengthen & back us.
If you simply lay down & submit,
Nothing like us shall bring you ruin.
They took your royalty
And told you they killed him.
Then they killed more of your children.
It's a different kind of life,
A more cruel death.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
When you express yourself,
The minute the thoughts come out,
That's when the guns come out;
YEAH, BABY! COME GET SOME!
I'M EAGER FOR BATTLE
AND WILLING TO BE A SOLDIER!
MARCHING ORDERS, MADAM!
AT YOUR WORD, SIR!
IF I CAN'T DO IT,
IT'S BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY DONE IT.
EXACTLY TO YOUR DECLARATIONS,
FOLLOWED TO THE LETTER YOUR INSTRUCTIONS!
A humble, level-headed person.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:18 AM UTC
I don't know what you were doing,
But you look like a dog
That just stole the roast
From right off the table!
Actually, I know it,
I'm just giving it a better face.
In that mercy, is it grace?
Is it blessing? Are you saved?
Anchors like weights,
Writs from writers acting
Behind the curtains.
I fear they don't even know it's a play,
But they're aware there's stakes.
Whatever press representative
That today flirt nationally
Are riddled with stains.
Very few apart from the alternative,
Though they have well suffered
By those who are dependents.
Who is guilty? Who is judging?
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
To the Earth, we mourn!
Goddess Mother & Father Cosmos,
How far we have fallen;
How much we have let you down
Though you've nurtured us
And helped us to grow.
We were specks
On the backs of giants
And we thought ourselves special!
How ignorant we are,
How arrogant we have become;
How confusing have we shaped our existence.
The shades of black made white,
But the way the light shines
Shows there is no difference
When we are open & transparent.
The shades of white made black,
But the echo of the song
Reminds us there's more than the wailing
Of crimes against humanity being normalized again.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
It's more than simply what you typed,
What you spoke over the phone;
It's how you've done it
Down to every detail,
From the face you made
To each little keystroke.
The trends, the habits, & routines
By which you live your life by;
Tagged with geolocation & time.
Nowadays, there's even more devices
Like the phone or speaker or television;
Like satellite, transmitter, receiver.
There's a tag on your ear
By which you're known by-
It's just not what you go by, chattel.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
For any head beneath the crown,
Any hair which the scalp has graced,
Was placed upon there by the Almighty
To give right & honor their divinity
As our King of England, His Majesty.
Long may He reign.
For health & in praise,
We honor our royalty & nobility
And recognize their sovereignty
With zeal & in haste,
We bend the knee happily.
For the success of our kingdom & country,
Who else may we thank?
For our rights & our liberties,
Who else guarantees?
Grateful are we, who share in this hymn,
To have been blessed by the Lord above
For such righteous leadership
And clear-headed soberness.
In the face of our adversaries,
Your strength has never wavered
And your acumen has never wandered.
You have remained ever stalwart,
Always earnest & virtuous.
God-chosen & proven self-evident;
May the sun never set
On you who are worthy.
Long may He reign.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
Fall on your own sword;
If you must die
Do it on a hill
On which you shall be revived.
From where at its summit & base
A well should spring
Of water which you may both wade,
Clean enough to be drank.
By both, either side,
Whether Abrahamic or Pagan
Both religious & spiritual.
By whatever side walked
Around the waterhole,
No matter the kind of animal.
Any coast situated near the ocean,
Any forest covered with trees,
Any open & vacant clearing.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
It's really easy to write
Like you're for the hardline right
And far-flung conspiracies.
Easy to address as a member of the left
Like you believe in extreme liberalism
And wild ideas.
And then there's a center,
Or so I've heard.
For the intellectual or versus,
For the institution or against;
For the fascist,
For the anarchic.
It's all so archaic.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
Bite not the tongue,
But latch the cheek.
Lash not the mule,
But strike the ***
Ignore not the statistics,
But silence the opinions.
Waste not the seed,
But peel the onion.
Wantonly not dump,
But dispose of the garbage.
Carelessly not to jump,
But to gracefully land.
Rip them not off,
But open the lids.
Cause not interference,
But adjust your receivers.
Lose not the vision,
But get the picture.
Trade not for fidelity,
But increase your resolution.
Become not hidden,
But show the elusive.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
To argue your perspective in a concise and eloquent manner in court.
Those who lob false accusations must continue to lie and try to tear down the truth.
Yet, the beauty of trails of paper and properly kept records, when the evidence is not against, but in favor of you:
Why harbor the heavy conscience?
When the burden of proof is truly no weight for you,
For the innocent bare no responsibly to prove that they are such and feel nothing but indignant for facing trumped-up allegations.
Who would not feel anger?
Rather, those who bring forth the issue must beyond a reasonable doubt prove the accused's culpability and convince others of their guilt resolute.
Especially in those cases of collectives versus individuals,
As in cases brought against or by the many state & federal apparatuses around the globe,
Or as in the cases of employer versus labor.
In natures both competitive & cooperative,
Romantic & platonic;
By many chandeliers & candelabra
Do we each tend to different flames,
But the fires burn the same.
In innumerable different ways,
The things we say are indistinguishable
Even if they are misinterpreted or mistaken.
The things we say are often the same,
But either wrongly said or poorly received.
How much is simply the cause
Of grave miscommunication?
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
Hostile & aggressive speech
On the behalf of any individual/party,
By any speaker.
That a man is presumed innocent
And with that he is given
The benefit of doubt,
The burden of evidence
Lies on the accuser.
But first the case
Must make it before the courtroom
And stand trial under judge and possibly jurors.
Wherein if things were perfect
And this were some utopia;
Honest & fair judicial proceedings
Without differentiatons or distinctions,
But a base which takes into ruling
Merit of the content of character
And possibility & potential.
Less rushing, greater depth of dialogue, and fitter tailored.
Asking, "What would I have done?"
Saying, "What should I do?"
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 8:24 AM UTC
Many armed & many mighty,
A congregation of heads
Taking countless different faces.
As like the nine-tailed fox
Or the regenerative hydra,
Like a whisper from a daimon or seraph.
What an elusive cast overseeing this dominion,
In & out there, everywhere.
Those related to physics,
As like inertia & momentum.
To width & to volume.
Time & energy.
The biological & inert systems.
In the scatterings & distributions
And in the combinations & coalescences,
The raindrop to the puddle.
Islands among the sea,
All with some pulse or vibration
And a resonate frequency.
The chain-reactions at lengths which,
By our perspective,
Span seemingly in excession of infinity.
We are flickering candles
Cursed to decipher dripping wax,
Tracking the days of oil left.
We are pollen to by used by the colony
To construct & fortify the hive,
To feed the young.
Who are we to pick the flower
Thinking it will make us blossom?
To eat of the peach, to pick the apple,
But discard the seed
And rob another's potential?
To burn the bush & brush,
Drain the wetlands,
And sow devastation.
Eviction of the natives off their land
After the destruction of their homes.
What is man not, if not an animal?
What is a man, if not an animal?
What then is an animal if there is not some thought which bares resemblance to such a concept?
And if so; since we are made up of that which is organic in nature,
Metallic, and mineral-
It is not outside the realm of possibility
That other such forms of matter
Could indeed be capable.
Without the pretext of plausibility;
Like Eudoxus, in the disparity between
Correctly framing concentric spheres
And mistakenly claiming geocentricism.
It's a big world we know of
And a much larger universe.
Do plants scream
At the pain of a leaf torn?
Do trees look after their neighbors?
Likewise then, there is such constraint,
As like a straight jacket,
In that total adherence
To thought subjugated to concept
Looking for definition & context
Without daring inference or experimentation.
We'll get some things accurate
Even if there are missteps or failures,
But it's imperative we recognize them.
Thumbing around the galaxies
Searching for an answer
To the question of purpose,
But you're right where you stand.
I'm not sure how this started,
Exactly how this began,
And my memory of the journey
Is like that of the end.
If I were a captain,
If I were a white whale.
Cut the nets,
Ditch the harpoons,
Raise anchor,
Break sail.
If I were master,
If I moved to Bremen.
I'd scratch with claws,
Bare teeth & bite,
Kick with hoove,
Give chase & crow.
Were it that I could remember.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
It's easy to talk like you know it,
To portray that you have good insight
And possess an informed perspective.
To pretend that you're knowledgeable,
Considerate, introspective.
At least, it sounded smart in your head.
Something was lost in translation
When it was finally written or said.
I assure you I really do care
And I can explain why I don't.
You must have misheard me
Or not have understood me,
I was the one speaking
So I think I'm the authority on the conversation.
Despite you having me dead to rights,
Clearly in quotes,
I demand for denial & the presumption of it
As I maintain my innocence.
That is fake news, misinformation,
And a misrepresentation of the situation.
Totally baseless claims & pure speculation.
Whatever lies at the root,
Regardless truth.
I'm sorry you feel that way but,
Despite any piece of evidence,
That's just your opinion.
These are politically scientific opiums,
These noxious feral serums
Poison the whole of living,
Whether local or national
As collective or individual.
Hostile & aggressive speech
On the behalf of any party/individual,
By any speaker.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
It's a funhouse of smoke and mirrors,
Where the unnatural angles & fumes
Have clearly affected their proprietors.
It's an old-timey, ****** circus;
The performing artists are mismanaged
By ringleaders who may be animals.
It's a rigged boardwalk game;
The hoop's too small or pegs too thick,
Baskets too tight or ***** too corpulent.
You can hit it square on,
Swing the hammer with a force sufficient,
But the bell hasn't been ringing.
Grab a hotdog,
Order a slice,
Get your popcorn & crackerjacks,
Your cotton candy & cream iced.
That sugar is a rush,
Like laffy taffy freebased off of a fish which is Swedish.
Get in your distractions,
Cause I don't forsee you winning.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
dull and lustless,
i walk the streets -
looking at the trees -
the sweet shops
the library
the branded cabs
the grass fields
the trickling pipes
the street performers
the brown leaves
the eagle’s flight
the day
the ‘real’ men
the ‘real’ women
the idea of them
the average joes
the instagram ******
the mindless jocks
the humbler saints
the rich folks
the poor lepers
the clay pots
the rain
my life;
all devoid of charm.
what’s left to do,
but seek love?
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 9:18 AM UTC
I scream so silently
That the voice is loud
Enough that others might hear,
In this state like a snake
My tongue is forked
So that when I speak
I am having multiple conversations
Slithering across many fields.
Like the ocean tortoise laying eggs
Ever near the shore,
My children join me in the waters
Only after they have fully formed.
You say,
Nature is yet cruel
And shall lay claim
To many of your young.
And yet,
Is it not nature who spawned them?
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
I'm talking to you;
Is it because I have to
Or because I want to?
I'm talking to you;
Is it to understand you
Or so I am understood?
I'm talking to you;
Is it that I like you
Or that I don't?
I'm taking to you;
Is it to hear myself
Or to be heard?
Is it solely from the verb
Or by the noun?
In this rhetoric,
Is it mine or ours or yours?
In this dialogue,
Is it gossip, chitchat, or conversation?
By the course of it
Is it chance, choice, or demand?
I'm talking to you
Or I'm talking with you?
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 1:42 PM UTC
we pick at the healing
tissue and it starts to
bleed just when the
wounds were
beginning to heal
we then go back in time
it starts us on yet another
harrowing journey of
body spirit & mind
we try so hard to read
between the lines
that blur the harder
we try, blending what
can only be seen
through unfiltered eyes
(scales removed to see
the only Light that can
truly make manifest)
all we can do is smooth
out the edges and
touch-up unclear vision
with our patented
Photoshop Human Sheen
thinking we can reveal
what is holy in the
spiritually null & void
obscene
we have learned to
incorporate what order
we make of chaos into
a well-oiled
smooth-running
Rhetoric Machine
made from blueprints
of someone else’s
self-ordained dream
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
"You're not a lot of fun to be around" she blurted
Not the first time I've heard it
I went
From being bullied to being A bully, was never meant to be permanent
You can probably guess what temperament brought more enjoyment?
So there's a solid argument to be had for it being a just verdict
But if you've never been in that predicament hold your judgmental hyperbolic rhetoric
Most folks seek out that kind of empowerment but keep it quiet, I'm just admitting it
Look, nobody's perfect but the crime has never fit my punishment
Pushed and shoved "getting back to the old me" to the back burner, against my better judgement
Cause I didn't bother with it any further, now a derelict social misfit
Then when it's my turn to take back the moment
My retort, a one and done statement;
Fck you, fck the planet and fck everyone on it
Easier to parrot that then to admit no one can stand me past the first minute
I don't know if it's the misplacement of hurt and anger, a cover for inadequate social alignment
Or a relentless deep seeded resentment for the general public
Not sure but it definitely feels organic
This old dog ain't capable of learning a new trick regardless of any enlightenment
Kinda sad isn't it?
©2024
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC