there are lurching deaths
we all fear
whether it be of;

life
passion
relations
connections

in the face of death
none rise to the occasion
fortune favors not a soul
the brunt of annihilation

Love & love not,
Live and not to love;
Death should be better
Were I read the letter
Of forget our stitched knots.

Live & live not,
Love and not to live;
Life could be no worse
Than in longing for that
Which itself draws no breath.

It is shameful,
That ones will try to
Break your brilliance, to test
Of what you are capable.
What foul intent.
Worse yet, to have
Little breath but still be unable
Even to catch a moment of respite;
Parallels of the shallow and deep.
The waters we dwell,
Paired with the walls of the well.

i am sorry
for you to have known
who i am

if i were brave
i would save
you all the trouble
and stay on my own
let me just be
someone you used to know

let me take you
back into my arms
in hybrid moments

Another night,
Where I feel completely alone
Surrounded by people I care about.
What's the point?
Love coming at the price
Of self-sacrifice,
Break my body
Take control,
But what do you know?

Let us remember Aristillus & Timocharis,
Like Halley & Galileo.
Of Zhang Heng & Dao Lee,
Like Newton & Max Born.
Of Werner & Yermolyeva,
Like Curie & Oppenheimer.
Of Paracelus & Fredrick Banting,
Like Tesla & Pythagoras.
Of Richard Feynman & André Ampère,
Like Michael Faraday & Benjamin Franklin.
Of Payne-Gaposchkin & Joseph Swan,
Like Ignacy Łukasiewicz & Kikunae Ikeda.
Of Takamine Jōkichi & Berners-Lee,
Like Robert Hooke & Gutenberg.
Of Talos Attalus & Perrilus,
Like William Bullock & Franz Reichelt.
Of Abū Bakr al-Rāzī & Ibn al-Haytham,
Like Archimedes & Johannes Kepler.
Of Aldini & Henry Russell,
Like Edison & Graham Bell.
Of Carl Bosch & Richard Fiedler,
Like Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jekyll.
Of Brokkr & Sindri,
Like Gullinbursti & Hephaestus.

A voice,
I was familiar with
Previously, deviously
Reaching out
For more of what she had
Before

we tread these tired trails
our tires sticking
all we had was fiction and friction
cause in the end
it was a sick addiction

the way your cheek fell in my hand
i couldn't speak i was so enamored
stammered out some strange saying
realizing, you weren't staying
it was something i couldn't stand for

we flirt with the idea of us two
and we skirt the curb that would see us cross into it
few times i thought it inevitable
i still stay we'll never

it's elon musk
his stiff, frozen corpse hurtling toward the earth
looks like space flight wasn't as grand as an idea as previously thought

the virgins have gone galactic
branson's body as cold as his icy heart
and eyes to match his lifelessness

the bald headed freak's gone bug-eyed!
clearly unprepared for the speed his amazon basic space shuttle hurtles at
as shoddily made as the rest of their ****, the cabinet begins decompressing

why go to the stars
what do you think it is you'll find up there
peace or contentment
are you trying to prove something

you'd think if you'd really want to help humanity you might start on this rock before trying to jump to the next

oh you'll succeed
while the planet you so desperately sought to escape is in the throws of death's spiral
i'm sure it stings your pride to know you'll die before that though

"Jesus, son of Stada, is the Jesus, son of Pandira?"

Rav Hisda said, "The husband was Stadia and the lover was Pandora. His name was Spartacus & her name was Pythia."

"But was not the husband Nicodemus, son of Socrates and the mother Juno?"

"No. His mother was Raet-Tawy, who let her hair grow long and was called Maccabees." Maacah says about her: "She was unfaithful to her husband."

"But what of the roots of his tree?"

"The fruit that you see be not enough?"

"What of that which still eludes me?"

Do you still wonder?

A Tiny Explanation Of The Previous Work Posted:

In the "mysteries" of "Dionysus,"
Or the philosophy of Apollo,
This means stand when you imbibe libations.
When/if you do drugs.

To better know how inebriated or intoxicated
You are or have become.
To properly imbibe them rather than be binded by them or blinded by them.

Similarly, such libations can cause sickness
Without moderation. Such things zap us
Of our relaxation, even stealing our tongue(s).

Hunting what the cause is -
Searching for the light in silence or by abstaining,
Can rebirth the (good) time
Of truth wrapped in/up.

We must ward off sickness;
About our troubles we must talk.



What made them philosophies to the Order(s),
Was the constants between cultures.
You could rattle off names of "Titans" & "Gods"
To easily communicate
Whatever was happening,
Readily understood by those initiated.

Very useful if you spoke different languages,
If it was not safe/was dangerous to talk in open/openness.

And what made them "mysteries"
Was that outside observers
Were left clueless
Unless they themselves had found the light/sawed through the darkness
Or hunted for the truth(s) of the matter(s).



It was a language of Philosophy,
The Philosophy of Language.

Snow ablaze:
What, that is desire.
No fairer sight, than to gaze
Through rosey red shades-
But risk being burned alight,
By arrogance and ignorance,
These frictionless fires.
Like night calls to day,
Egress, say my name.
Empty, hollow flame;
Bleeding quagmire.
As if a game to play,
The one to laugh last takes all;
Omission recusing the liar.

hearing your voice more
would've been enough

Concern of income as status
And popularity as a moral metric
Among peers just as vain.
What is it that fools compete for?
Simpler lives, duller & plain?
Over complicated, gaudy & cliché?
Playing with themselves like
Dogs with their ***** splayed.

The stork flew today,
High on over the valley;
A beautiful dream

Ivory lad,
Ivy grad;
Tell me,
Why is it that you're so slow?
Behind the times,
Stuck where
Even your parents have outgrown.
What eccentric lessons,
What bombastic professors!
To say it is one school
Would be an insult
To the whole of the institutions'
Asserted goals & aspirations.
It would be a disservice
To their alumni,
The attendees,
And those to be admitted.
Prattle off your dissertations,
I'm genuinely interested
To hear of your perspective,
But I won't hold my breath
So keep the air honest
Lest you share a foul stench
Like dioxide so sulfurous.
What hand is up your ***
To puppet the controls as so?
What stick has been stuck
Through your rear-end
Which parades you around on?
What pike has been found
Deep in your bowels
Rendering detachment & disembodiment?
From which war & what battle
Do you think you're taking part of?
Which side & which force
Do you swear allegiance?
What little league team,
What playground do you call home?
What duel with duality,
What fight with nature!
It would be entertaining
If they had only stuck to playing in the mud.

I think I may
Have, I
Can Believe, I see.
I can
Be like you, if I
Alter my thinking

Might have
Just have,
Ought
To had done;
If you
Choose to be,
You can be
Anyone.

By god people, be anyone just
Do something, be
Someone;
Do something.

I deserve to die
Who am I to the people I love
Besides a detriment
Someone to be avoided
What arrogance I have
To think I deserve
Love in return

I say
You don't respect my feelings,
And am met with silence.
I tell you,
Ours will die its death
Without an ounce of violence.
Is it so, if it is lifeless?

elsewhere
serenity rules me
and joy, like the tides of the sea
wash over me
continuously, rolling
into magnificent crescendos
of bright beautiful light,
colors endowed to me,
elsewhere

take me to
the edge of your knife
and slice
bring the horizon line
it's all fine
when you're blind
inject your venom in
i need to feel
your poison skin
on mine
this is obsession
and love
separate

walk me down
and hold my hand
i can't let go
even when
i want you to

it's in again
he's grinnin
although a loser
with me
he always wins

and i don't know why
i hate you so
but can't bring myself
to pack up and go

try to help myself
but it just doesn't work
to stem the pain
i'll bleed and hurt

i can't take
another day
between work, and love, and family
and then the other stressors
things of lesser
importance
but still just as much
of a *****

Starting gun;
Another run of
My fingers through your hair

Your cheek in my palm,
Resting my hand on your neck
Holding you again

In glass reflections,
An abstract of affection
When I see you everywhere

Fragments of when you cared

you may not like what has grown
does that give you right to neglect it
or cut it out
have you trimmed it
or tired to shape it
into some work of art
like a bonsai
it's something
that needs tending to

emptiness, hard shook
from this soul
you have engulfed
i have fought the fight
this long
but i don't know
if i see a lot of reasons
to go on
it's all a joke

Admiration, often mistaken
As a sickly taste of desperation;
The desert sun falls on my back.
Borders tall, baked in radiation,
Sweat streaking tracks-
Where's my place, what's my designation?
Scale the wall, or go on under.
Dry lips crack, no ailing your suffer.
Starvation and dehydration
Walk, the Sahara

Inclement Weather

When will the rain stop?
Downpour, tiny drops
At least my tears get lost

Out on the pavement
Stood in a puddle
Drowning in still water

When will the storm end?
I can wear a happy face
But I can't pretend

When will this end?

Each emination,
Hot as an inferno.
The breath I let escape
Burns before it boils,
Serpent, tongue coil.
The way you worked me;
Nailed the coffin, spread the soil.

In the grass, snakes lie
Fangs bared, ready to strike,
Slither over consciousness,
Turning strength weak,
As insidious thoughts do inside.
Cause man to pause,
As like a stone;
Movement defies

Poison in my heart, I'm sorry that
You chose to drink down.
And when you depart,
I will be unwound

The maxim has come to mean:
Forgive me for my transgressions
But don't forget them-
I fought for what I have,
So what if you were the victim?

the ugliness of humanity,
that is the face of humanity.
stare that ****** dead in the eye
if he ain't sweatin'
he's gunnin' for you and I

The Jews aren't, but
The Zionists are.
Imperialist dogs who
Step on the throats
Of those we voted into office.
Through blackmail and extortion.
From far-right foreign factions
Stuck in the past,
Who know not of anything
That is not steeped in fallacious fat.
Facts obscured through religious sect,
When knowledge goes to burn

if you need a protector
gladly, i would take that role
provider, confider, supplier
of everything that could supplement
anything you felt was missing
give up my dreams
just to see yours
i can take a backseat for a while
so you can soar

woefully lonesome
wholely without one
joy

entirely loathsome
completely without them
love

i knew you were leaving soon
yet i didn't get a goodbye

i ain't crawling back this time
baby no
this time i chalk it up
to the fact that this goes
nowhere
no way i could
but i no longer care

From the stream, I waded.
Through long strands,
Like tall grass or reeds,
I stood.
From out of the waters, I walked.
In the forests, I awakened.
In the fields, I blossomed.
In the valleys, I bloomed.
On the mountain, I grew.
The clouds parted, the mist evaporated - the fog was lifted.
As I looked to the stars, I knew.

he needs me
she hears herself say aloud
but will he be there for you in your days old
when grey hairs have cropped up on that crown of gold
does it make you proud
to have a lover so cold
he needs me
to keep from being bored
warding off the draft that is his frigid soul
doesn't being superwoman take it's toll
you give and you give and you give
but it ain't your pony show
you're too busy working to live
to think, you're just the clown at the rodeo

So I guess you meant what you had said
which is fine
it just replays in my head
non-stop, several times a day
i'm just blind
obviously, to the writing right in front of me
or maybe like everyone else
i just choose not to see
or i guess chose
whatever we had
is at a close
i want something more
or something less
it just needs to differ i suppose
i have a feeling i'm talking into the wind though
and you've already moved on
i said i was here
but watch me disappear
be the last to know
once i'm gone

such a wretched feeling as this,
I should wish
for others not to feel,
but it's of no use
wishes fall to mutes
dead tongues and deaf ears,
but hear this,
I wish you were here

Birds of a feather,
On an isle of ladders;
Here now, together.
Climb to nowhere,
That just gets ever higher;
One way up, straight and narrow.
Rain pours in,
Maelstrom showers;
Prometheus cowers.
Overhead, stars twinkle;
And at least the view is beautiful

want the people who care
to know how i'm feeling
can't express the words
so i lead them here and
i end up reeling
when they take
every passage and stanza
for fact
instead of feeling

what is there to say?
have you got the time?
to hear me rattle
to infinity
what you mean to me
just the mere mention
confounds convention
and all the wisdom and strength
I have is gone
at the sight of you
cat take my tongue
for it won't be long
till I still holler for you
though voice be gone

**** me
and this rotten outcome

Be the recluse,
Be the hermit,
And make your assessments of others
Based on short and fleeting interaction,
Drenched in the sweat of "purpose" & "agenda,"
And be met with statements
Which really convey nothing and rarely
Encapsulate honest thought in brevity
But are said only to end the conversation.
Close knit,
The threads choke,
Living your turtleneck life.
No collar to be turned up,
The cotton already hugs your throat;
Nothing to end abrupt,
That which never saw its start.
Those who talk
Simply to hear themselves,
Do they have anything to say?
Those with the blinders on,
They never see the entrance ramp
Neither the turn-offs
Till it's too late.

you're troubled
and i feel for you
and it pains to me to no end
there's no hope here to mend
so i'll just detach myself again
i'm merely something to keep your interest
in your boredom
is your life dull.
what sickness tooks this relationship, deformed from contortion
deprived of any soul