#thats
here, i think, is something
worth sharing,
i think...
between cia research into astral projection
and the nature of reality
being able to rent space on a brain computer
that dreams of being a butterfly
when not in use
and the dissection of a particle
that is everywhere and nowhere
but where it needs to be when it needs to be
all while flitting through a realm of spare parts
there is enough proof to say
you are where you need to be
when you needed and need to be
and you'll go where you end up
one snap-to-second at a time
you might miss and be missed
but when you get there
you'll be exactly who you are
where you are
and no matter where you go
there you are
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
deserve
it more than most, more than anyone, indeed, in deed,
your passion drowns me,
overwhelms and even makes me admit
out loudly
over comes
your faceted identities,
delight, charm, provoke,
and evoke
multitudes of moods, desires,
even writings...
but you are too stern,
this thing called love,
is tissue soft, so hard to form,
so easily torn, it requires
time & hard work, many words,
though oft the fewest are supreme,
and I laugh at myself, for the only word
I think that rhymes with supreme
is
dream
which is
just another synonym
for
endless opportunities***
and I, we, read each others poems
to each other
quietly,
for that is the only, & the best way.
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
Earth children bathed in flickering snow hush
after sign-off and test pattern calibration check.
- speed of thought through time
- in mindtimespace
- 2024
Tele OS 5G first electric story tool
in the village, Starlink,
Go ye, carry knowledge everywhere
be a mini hero bearer of all the news
first chromebook, first literate old man,
taken as a child to missionary school, first
to return with a kind of talk to the world tool,
that runs directly from the sun,
if you can believe it, or not,
it is known, the evil colony gospel
by Jon. Edwards and Dr. Livingstone.
is mollified with Google Translate and Bard.
I venture a guess, that few boomers
ever took a leap of faith on acid,
to envision a future
something like rurally electrified now moieties
of the connected and the unconnected.
The trips that fostered the lost hope vision,
left me plenty of free time to redeem,
late in my excursion through the foam.
Discovering how small a hermits bubble is,
the hermit learned to expand his knowns,
using the secrets only readers learn,
accepting assisting intel inhalable,
he did, and lived to be this old,
with tools for creative play,
granting me ink in the pool,
and endless emptiness to fill with worthy
seed con carne machined psipsyscienitious-
ness, withstanding all natural disasters,
as stars sidereally impressed the ancients.
This is accounted time and word redeemed.
The story that proves life ain't fair.
Death and ignorance never had a chance.
Iyobe did not know the sweet influence,
the persuasion of Pleiades,
when asked, yet he knew
in his intuitive truth detector, why
the inquisitor might assume he did.
Because the entity asking Job about stars,
had never seen them with mortal eyes.
Sing the stories told us all,
remind us what the pioneers did,
won the west, from godless heathern, hmm.
Certainly the pioneers was essential as pawns
for taking territory,
for staking claims in God's ineffable name,
as was taught good and proper by priests,
mostly Jesuit from the same bread of Jesus
eaten, never mind.
But, 2024, ask why the way and the truth
in life, would, or could hate enough
to imagine a real, in this reality hell,
to which one is tricked
by loving one's adversary.
Ask why
teach that, the ultimate judge
holds a grudge, especially for wild kids.
Teach that war is the lie,
and any heroic conquest in Jesus name,
any lifting up of hate to win with,
is blaming truth for lies you chose to believe.
Toes, untrodden, step forward, the subtilty,
greater than that of any beast, acknowledges
poets often guess they picked the winner,
then their enemies eat them alive.
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 10:08 PM UTC
im still a kid
rambling on and on
about the ways of the moths
******* im a freak
and i just wanna scream
i like pretty colors and pretty girls
in baggy sweaters and silly earrings
i just wanna be me
and let her love that me
i wanna laugh with her and drink peach tea
i wanna spend every night
laughing at her and blushing like mad
i wanna go places, and hold her hand the whole way
me in all my glamorous dramatics
and her quietly tolerating me
i wanna be her big dumb baby
and call her my darling girl
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
Inspection leads some men
to brief resurrection,
But that course can also
lead to a defection.
There’s often some needing,
for a frenzy of feeding,
When we seek to feast,
on an ego that’s bleeding.
Is it real or some mirage,
lost in forest or garage?
So many casualties of truth,
how can we triage?
And this is that place
too well we all know,
that if you disagree
well that’s just your ego.
And right or wrong
you must submit,
Or be tossed from the circle
a dishonorable ****
How is it we can be so blind,
to not see we are of a kind.
Who run about with desperate shouts,
without a mindful mind.
In the dark I see a wraith
Perhaps a remnant of our faith,
Ephemeral and tinged with rust
Forgotten father of our trust.
I’m not speaking here to thee,
what’s this paradox I see
But you said that, no I did not,
Oh, what a travesty!
Walk a mile in my shoes,
see for yourself what you may lose,
Perhaps you’ll find the fit so right
that it awakes you in the night.
And there you’ll lie and toss and turn,
amidst the loss amidst the burn
Oh, sad child who would not learn
Please say a prayer for me.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
That's why ...
do you know why ...
i loved you ...
because ...
you are the only one ...
who accepted me ...
as i am ...
accepted all my crazy personality ...
with it's differences inside me ...
accepted my moody mood ...
my weakness ...
that i live within inside ...
accepted my jealousy ...
and my crazy zeal ...
and my severity ...
yes sweetheart ...
because you accepted me ...
as i am ...
with all craziness ...
that i live in ...
and that's why ...
i do love you ...
and never ever ...
to live without you ...
because ...
no one can fill my heart ...
only you ...
that 's why ...
i do love you ...
and will hold ...
this love ...
until the last breathe ..
that's why ...
hazem al ..
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
I never had a thought that wasn't preceded by ten
confused by five
seconded by none
writing them down feels impossible
like choosing your favourite line from your favourite song or fully comprehending what it is about the beat that makes you move
my thoughts don't flow freely
they scatter and smash
cascading like the great flood without even a paper ark for respite
structured without form
prone to sink at the slightest wave
my thoughts misbehave
run riots
race wolves
some fly off to the ever after
and the darkest hover round like distant drones
a distraction
a constant buzzing
a worrying sight
I don't think I'm doing it right
I'm not supposed to think
just write
but my thoughts won't do what they're told
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Cold days and
Cold feet
I just don't
Want to get up
Right now
Don't be sad
Or think that
I am
I'm not
I'm just tired
And frustrated
And I want to be alone
In the world
Doing what I love
I hope that's not
Too much to ask
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
When you're tall
You unfold like sunlight
Stretch like silicone
And unwind like the outstretched cobbled road
When you're tall
(and you apply yourself)
You become something else
You don't just gain a strength masked dangerous, no
When you're tall
And you have conscious opportunity
You grow
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Between the highs,
And the low,
In the times
When I’m alone,
That’s what love does.
It comforts,
And hides
In the corners
Of your mind,
Yet surprises
Just in time.
That’s what love does.
It takes
The chance
The percentage
Of circumstance,
The sacrifice
In glance,
And does what love does.
It conquers,
And pays
The cost,
Without delays,
As if it’s not much,
To stay,
Because that’s what love does.
It hugs,
It kisses,
It sees you
And misses,
Yer true love,
Rarely disses,
Because that’s what love does.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
pale dead moon
them the words heard, cloud covered, make the few streaks visible
look like mocking smiles saying see we got your numbers,
play pale and dead you’re sure to win and add an over/under
and a trifecta guaranteed
everyone is willing to take and give you thanks
with a nice tap on the head which buys them
a grimace smile of 2 seconds recognition and
further confirms the crumbling internals
and unless you walk away,
into solitude and recall from
high school language class
répète après moi "c'est la vie,” repeat after me, that’s life
no, now,
pale dead moon,
that’s life
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
I have girlfriends who’ve never spoken to me,
Comrades who’ve never fought with me,
Acquaintances who’ve never seen me,
And friends who’ve never chastised me.
This constant, never, fills me with pain,
So let it be crushed to dust by the weight of April rain.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
I once asked a classmate at college
after a Sociological lecture on Deviances
why most women get traumatised and upset
about those perverts heavy-breather deviants
because where I come from, you'd laugh at their sickness
call them stupid and waste their money by not hanging up
And if you're crazy enough to be those perverts exhibitionists
who frighten women and young girls by exposing their privates
rather then scream and run, the woman would actually go to the
fool and yank his ****** trousers down and aim a hefty blow
to the offending sight, God help crazy silliness behaviours
where I was raised..
These perverts get their jollies from terrorising and the shock
reactions from their victims, that's their money shot
same with trolls and bullies, they relish knowing they cause upset
or fear or some emotional responses from their victims
Hell, I come from a place where cowardice is recognised for what it is
The rationale is so simple, you've got beef with me, say it to my face
that's what confident real worthy people do, stand by your words
anything else shows you lack courage and you are immediately called out and exposed as a weakling and a coward.
They will tell you, have the ***** and talk to my face'
A cowardly man is the lowest of the low, as simple as that.
But a worthless idiot who hides and then start hissing and cursing
immediately shows cowardice and becomes a joke and a useless example of a man,
So how can the ******* spewed by a pained faceless nonentities impact me, how can a hidden coward without the nerve to face another man, be considered an equal or respected, much less cause me emotional pain or make me doubt myself.
These fools that are given the run around by clever Asians and Africans. Tell me more jokes please!
I actually enjoy toying with fools and when bored take the ****
out of them and bait them to laugh at their ridiculous comebacks.
Do me a favour, how can a semi-illiterate yobs, who turn ghost white and physically trembles at the
the slightest pressure wants to get into my head and disrupt it
These shameless buffoons, who are being academically humiliated
by indian classmates, whose parents come from dirt poor villages and can barely speak english.
Such proven fools and cowards, then decides they can come and terrorize me, like we say where I was raise
" for where" that means ', how is that possible
Even an oxford educated person who can't face me earns my fine
contempt, you call yourself Oxbridge, what's respectable with being a coward who can't talk man to man but sneaks around playing a childish game, utter contempt!
Even with their artificially created chaos and difficulties i still
fare better then them
and these pathetic sickos think they are relevant in some way
But I know, they get off the contacts with me, its like I bless them
with recognition
after all there are perverts who pay women to kick them in the *****
I feed the trolls, as my mentioned above, our woman would yank down the pants of a ***** pervert exhibitionist rather than scream and run away, you don't go crying, saying I am emotionally damaged by a mentally ******** fool and pervert dropping his pants, you know immediately this is an idiot not worth two bits, you treat simpletons as simpletons,
what's to be terrorized about by some scallywag dimwitted
cowards with problems and inferiority complexes.
Pray do tell me.....................
If I Was anything the compound fools are alleging would I be here laughing at them or perhaps I am stupid like them, and can't recognize demonstrable spineless cowards and what they do.
He's broken, we've planted seeds, he's anxious, he's crying, some mentalist even says, the coolest stylish man is goofy.
These are the brain dead bullies who pick on the prettiest girls and start calling the ugly, the classic bullies trade make, flip everything because you are all brain dead, smelly ignorant, dumb nobodies
Trash like this want to alter my personalities, want to do my head in
Ohh.....puuluuzee!!
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
You are ivory magic without a single tusk taken
Boxes of fun without a single gift opened
More gold than any pocket, more silver than any second place token
You are the pounding crescendo in my head unbroken
Yes, I like your sound
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
You're gone and I'm sure many people appreciate that
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
The Bankers pledge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Barriers built we’re safely behind
What makes you think we’re worth support
That they are for sure the master race
The cash they grant hand over hand
Has limits to it , and that’s a fact.
Have they ever taken their pound of flesh
Do you think you can expend so much cash?
They are taking plans to now enslave you.
Take that plastic card they offer you today
Choose a number and now go out to play.
The maze that you are in , it grows and grows.
And you don’t see just how out of control
The numbers grow with little hope of paying
You are a prisoner of this awful nightmare
No solution offered except another poem?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
December 12th 2018.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC