#scheme
Every dog has its day
A black cat just uses another life
Living on the edge as sharp as a knife
One man’s luck is another’s misfortune
Another good deal might be extortion
Everybody’s living to a scheme
What can we get, what can we sell
Which way to heaven, which way to hell
Every angel gets their wings
All the good deeds, what do they mean
What can we remember about those gone
Is it the good things they did
Is it the times we had as a kid
The devil always has to get his due
It’s the good that we all must do
Sleepy days are the best to lay
Black cats are best left to stray
2018
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
Remember they're monsters
Not just in theory, but really
It's no longer about the evidence
(If it ever was...)
But a call to collusion
They want you silent
Unless you recite after them
So they can write papers
On pipe dreams
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Let's talk about those
BOTS!!
Now Shall We???
They are really doing
the most;
Do you Agree???
They be doing things
that you
JUST WON'T BELIEVE!!
Asking for MONEY,
and TRYING TO SCHEME!!!
They send
FRIEND REQUEST, and
hack your PROFILE,
pretending to be you,
TRY TO LOG IN,
GET LOCKED OUT
You change your
PASSWORD, and
then get back in,
a few months later
HERE WE GO AGAIN!!
They portray your FRIENDS,
and you know they are not,
TAKE HEED to what they do,
Chances are
IT'S A BOT!!
between the SCAMMERS,
the HACKERS,
and these BOTS!!
CYBERBULLYING!!
is another one,
WE go through A LOT,
THEY'RE Just getting STARTED,
So you better BEWARE!!
The WEB is so DANGEROUS;
so PROCEED WITH CARE!!!
B.R.
Date: 04/12/2023
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 11:05 AM UTC
thin. paper thin.
here is a bonus. (or is it bogus?)
the order of release.
the order of dead pages gliding in the wind.
advertisements for adopting a lonely asteroid or building fire extinguishers in your spare time.
the rain of acceptance comes with dark clouds of shipping and handling.
just check the appropriate box and send it in. send it in now!
Aug 7, 2023
Aug 7, 2023 at 12:36 PM UTC
And I have severed the bridge,
The bond of the astral soul
To this corporeal form.
Similarly feeling, so far
From all that is tangible.
What I am, I don't know
And the point, in the grand scheme.
A stream of air, a speck of dust
Tiny particles without any meaning
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 4:56 PM UTC
Crafty Waters lured the Captain
To the middle and the deep.
in the height of the hurricane,
It proceeded to speak.
"What do i matter to the birds
who exist between sky and tree?
These fish swim in my currents,
yet are unaware of me.
But for you, oh captain,
I'm everything you need me to be!
You have your ship, and your men,
and your lives at my mercy.
Today you will learn
you can't control the sea."
The dastardly Waters led him to believe,
In exchange for his life,
his crew would survive,
brief cessation from the culling winds,
and unabiding tides.
The captain decided then and there
To make the sacrificial dive.
But before he made a splash,
the hurricane came back
and claimed his crew.
A Sage Seagull swooped down
saying," dear Captain,
those Sneaky Waters lied to you."
The trusting captain stranded,
his ship capsized,
despair in his voice,
to the clever gull he cries.
"stoic grey winged beast,
with blackened,beady eyes,
what difference does it make to you,
if a captain dies?"
The apathetic gull got close
and in a whisper replies-
"we'll trade words for fish one day,
now, repeat as I say."
The captain certain it won't help,
but he spoke them, anyway.
"Proud Waters don't you gloat!
boast about how big you pretend to be.
your power buys our fear,
turning men into memories.
But my life holds your story!
I'll tell it, if you set me free.
Am I drowning in you...
or are you drowning in me?"
Returned home.
the Captain captured fish
for the seagull to eat.
And from his lips told a story
of his time out at sea.
Still new ships think they will prevail.
Distant from diminutive land,
sailors set sail dreaming of the safety
of a mundane harbor.
Unaware of the schemes
between the Shifty Seagull
and those Maniacal Waters.
-
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 12:01 AM UTC
from old unchanging darkly grasped
in story unfolding and the yet untold
but ear strays and heart schemes
the old unheard and story unchanging
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 11:25 PM UTC
the problem
with buying clothes
these days
is not knowing
if anything
will fit
properly
or even
suit you
until it arrives
instead
rather than
just return items
that i decide
i don't want
i hunt for
a loose thread
and pick at it;
first
with finger and nail
when that is not enough
next comes
a gnashing of teeth
and
if needs be
i am not above
brandishing scissor
or knife
to split the seam
gaping
wide
before complaining
that the item
is faulty
i am never proud
of myself
when i do it
there would be
no difficulty
in returning it
as unwanted
but
this way
i don't end up
paying postage
twice
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 9:38 AM UTC
I went to sleep - then woke up at 1:23
And when again at 4:56 it looked like a scheme
Then again at 7:89 but that must have been a dream
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 3:27 AM UTC
"The Swindle", is a possible escape plan in order to divert attention completely away from the VAST majority of preying eyes!
"Why!?" And..."why now question it...?" Whatever the situation, you need to be wary of totally undivided attention...,since you are not alone...of an obvious disguise (upon an even more obvious "swindling" act).
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC
erasing my existence,
to make a mark of your existence
isn't a permanent solution.
because those who are meant
to stay forever they won't
try to end up someone's life over this.
they know their value,
that's why they will wait
when you will create a hurdle for yourself
which you supposed it is for them.
they will think, you are gone forever.
but that forever is theirs end.
as when their breath will end,
karma will rise me up from the ashes
where i have been sleeping—
to live my life for eternity.
from the start, it was their lose.
so fool to understand the schemes of life.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 9:35 AM UTC
Ein Bisschen
Un poco
an arbitrary bit of art as intuited.
Did you defy the order of life's proper
sequence, by knowing next begins after
the Hallelujah, right and proper,
that's the stopper.
There, dear reader, we pause and ponder,
as in
Selah.
Right and proper.
A bit off here, a bit from there, pack it into
a classical schema, which
was a word I learned after learning scheme
as the core concept used to form conspiracy,
you see,
if you were, in an immaterial sense, feeling
we are similar,
perhaps we are common, good thought of
as a type of person any mind may make up,
to tell a long and winding story as if it is
this one,
life,
life on earth, 2021.
After the changes, when we remove the masks,
we see others of my kind, mit **** sapience sapience-augmentated,
we be, in a greegri state
seeds of former
things informing
us, subjects of all we know as good or evil,
good for us, not evil for me, once
enough is realized.
Realizing just enough to manifest a will to make good.
Aye, AI, there we have it.
Make up, test.
You bit, you chew, you bitchew. Life is fun, once,
for a little while.
Seventy or eighty years...
who knows how long our words remain.
schema (n.)plural schemata, 1796, in Kantian philosophy
("a product of the imagination intermediary between an image and a concept"),
from Greek skhema
"figure, appearance, the nature of a thing,"
related to skhein "to get,"
and ekhein "to have, hold; be in a given state or condition,"
from PIE root *segh- "to hold."
Meaning "diagrammatic representation" is from 1890;
general sense of "hypothetical outline" is by 1939.
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=schema>
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
Where is the Messiah?
Are you there God?
It’s me, your pariah.
I’ve become something of a liar,
a mystifier, a cad, a fraud:
Where is the Messiah?
To deliver from brimstone and fire?
Against the one wielding the iron rod?
It’s me your pariah,
son of the dawn, prince of the nebula
the gates of Judecca have thawed.
Where is the Messiah?
I’ll take silver, like Judas and Delilah
their feet are swift; to shed blood.
It's me, your pariah.
Your ***** for hire,
Oh, how I await the flood.
Where is the Messiah?
It’s me your pariah.
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound
KIND OF A WA[ɔ]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[ɔ]LT WITH
A FORMi̲DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[ɑ]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[ɒ]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
——————————————————————————
strolling through some au[ɔ]tumn spo[ɑ]ts
sa[ɔ]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[ɒ]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[ɔ]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ***** just go[ɑ]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[ɑ]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[ɔ]ll I've go[ɑ]t
which got 'em a little overpa[ɑ]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[ɑ]ck
overdosed, they dro[ɑ]pped
on the ground like ja[ɔ]ws of cha[ɑ]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[ɑ]ds
that are smoking ho[ɑ]t
——————————————————————————
ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[ɑ]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[ɑ]mbs
come close to what a ***** does
performing a *******
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some cunt-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
to the colouring book
and the maddening imagination
the insistence of the scribes
and the glandular power of our missions
of the dome and the species
the turn of the trickster
and the business being
within our clan
in our hand
in the span of our grind
a product of our natters
is there shared scheme in mind ?
- an inhabiter
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
There is a lack of coherence
in this universe, a pebble
said to me once
How can I be incorporated
to this forest which the
everlasting ages brought me to?
I'm merely a pebble...
The uniformity somehow
cracks beneath the wheel of Time
A new stimulus shall always appear
for the carriage to continue its course
None shall ever stop
the scheme between
God and Time
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
honey on a lightbulb
in the hopes
for shiny bees
and itsy bitsy blankets
for the bed bugs
just trying to sleep
i feel bad for planets
galaxies and milkshakes
unable to receive
pick up my phone call
sun
pick up the moon
dreams
i am sorry for the things
i don't understand
the soap bubbles and the seams
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
A hand I reach to the tulip in my
garden
A greet to this life I found new
meaning
A family I want, our love will not be
forgoten
I say forever and mean it, aslong as im
breathing
Regardless of the results, I'll be here
darling
Till we are there we will just be
dreaming
I love you baby, you are absolutely
charming
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
though you and I
have yet to travel
very far on Earth
through the night sky
I’ve lost count
of all the stars traversed
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Skewed, and Angled.
Perception of time seems so vulnerable, at least able to be captured.. mangled.
Away it flies, yet draws closer by the second; quilted with its own set of rules and manners.. entangled.. in itself.
Oxymoronic.
The ultimate healer, but kills all, besides itself, "In time." Dividing a fine line between happiness and misery..
Above rides the wind, and below, the waves.
Neither can go back, or skip ahead.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Bills are scheming with a lightweight check
again.
Swear to God they must by
best of friends.
And now I'm sitting solo on my couch
again
with these 4 walls.
They've become parenthetic.
It's the same everywhere,
I know.
Same for my friends.
'Cuz the loan checks that we're writing won't
pay dividends.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
then
we found new meanings
for what's copasetic.
Now it's easy...
too **** easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.
To wander these same neighborhoods
and stay in tiny, ****** apartments
when the loose ends of your 20s tangle
and you're tied to where you've always been.
And I'll never ask for
FOR ANYONE'S HELP.
But I still can't take
CARE OF MYSELF.
So I'll
COOK MY DINNERS
ON THESE BURNING BILLS
and laugh my way to the bank
so they can repossess my smile.
Days keep blurring through to nightlight gleams,
I know
time is racing past but
thoughts are slowed.
And I'll be sitting pretty on my couch
alone
inside 4 walls
because habits are a home.
It's the same everywhere,
I know.
Same for us all.
Late nights and lame jokes we're making
push back walls.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
all
we found were new ways
to be pathetic.
But it's easy...
just too easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.
To stay in soured relationships,
stay still in tiny, ****** apartments
when the low points of your paychecks dangle
while you're trying to climb as high as rent.
And we couldn't be in
ANY WORSE HEALTH.
And we couldn't be less
FAIR TO OURSELVES
but we'll keep on keeping
like it's copasetic
And we'll never ask for
ANYONE'S HELP.
Though we still can't take
CARE OF OURSELVES.
So we'll
COOK PLATES OF CROW
ON OUR BURNING BILLS
and laugh our way downtown
where we can reassess our smiles.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC