"ality" poems
you bloodied me with your lack of concern
you pushed me with your false realities
you wounded me with your cynicism and judgment
you destroyed me with your selfishness
you embarrassed me with your entitlement
you offended me with your blatant lies
you chained me by making me your slave
you chased me when I finally tried to leave
you terrified me when I thought I was being followed
you cut me when you dismissed my hurt
you assaulted me with anger and violence
you weeped at me to come home
you obliterated me with your being
you slaughtered me because I still love you
you were supposed to be my mother
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
For I am insane
but not on my own
you did this to many others
taught us to love, trust, believe
you were mean as hat guy named steve
I loved you in the end
I loved you so much it made me insane
you control my thought, word, and dos
i'm just a brain dead puppet to you....
aren't I?
but the truth is I am you....
right?
you took control and I cant tell what to do
if I go on like this
ill be all gone
as soon as you can
unless I ruin your plan
im in the cuckoos nest
it happens all the time
just one last step.....
and....
ill.....
d
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
The Pleasant Difference ‘Tween The Spiritual & Religious ( revised, revised, revised)
How to say this briefly:
Firstly,
Words that help convey the hidden.
They exist.
Here is the gist:
Churches, sects, cults, creeds, the claim
Of being chosen.
Tenets frozen,
Woven into scripture
Which professes knowing
What is best for all,
Where if you’re good you rise
And if you’re bad you fall.
Spirit's -ality puts stress on union,
The approach to life
Emphases
On oneness under all beliefs;
On peace and joy and getting these;
Transcendence over time and space
A sense of being face to face
With truths about reality, its indescribability -
Yet not impossible to give a voice to.
Fear that goes,
Love that grows.
Agape’s universal call,
Connecting to an All in all.
Practices to help along:
Meditation, psilocybin, prayer and song,
Means to fit all shapes and sizes,
Geniuses as well as dunces,
Non-, theistic preferences
Which need to be demystified.
Not magic, pagan, or god-based,
Theo-physical, but meta-: deeply meaningful,
And mystical, the core of all.
The Pleasant Difference ‘Tween The Spiritual & Religious 2.9.2017
To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
*** I
listen when i-
n many moods
bec- a-
use- it
he- lps
to clear
m- y mind.
music alway-
s makes thin-
gs better. I-
t lets me e- s-
cape my t- o-
rtured r- e-
ality. T- he calm it br-
ings makes me feel safe, and t-
he st- rength i- t gives
me h- elps m- e to st-
and tall. It helps
me ke- e- p my
hea- d held
high, even when my h-
eart is breaking.
It
it ai-
ds me in e- x-
pressing my- se-
lf. It ke-
eps me sane. Music
is my safe
place.***
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Pleasant Difference ‘Tween The Spiritual & Religious
How to say this briefly:
Firstly, find words for the inexpressible.
They do exist.
Here is the gist:
Each has components -
Churches, sects and cults, their creeds:
The claim of being chosen.
Pure spirit's -ality doesn’t seem to need
A system woven
Into scripture which professes knowing
What is best for all,
Where if you’re good you rise
And if you’re bad you fall.
The spiritual as an approach to life,
Seems to place the emphases
On unity within the mixture of beliefs;
On peace and joy, and getting these;
Transcendent over time and space
And, most of all,
A sense that you are face to face
With truth about reality,
Its indescribability.
Yet not impossible to give a voice to;
Love that comes, fear that goes!
****** no. A loving kindness big & small,
Universal, – if you will,
That permeates, recalibrates,
Connecting to an All that’s spirit: All in all.
Practices to help along:
Meditation, psilocybin, prayer and song:
The mystical both caused or opened.
That said, non- theistic preference
Needs to be demystified, a road for genius, dunce.
Not piety, religion, magic, paganism, or god-based,
Not theological nor physical,
But meta-, deeply meaningful,
Yes mystical!
The core of all.
The Pleasant Difference ‘Tween The Spiritual & Religious 2.9.2017
To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
Joy as a weapon, Jah's joy's d' strangth
goodness known, damnation o'd'lie
what a concept,
in times of social turmoil
when no one is sure what's right,
and every two or three agree to fix it,
the we way, way we agree to do, and do,
or die by our own will, pop like a bubble,
mythic warrior cult trope from TV
projected to the spiritual warrior cattle
praying, Jesus, guide me, I believe,
it is the unbelieving part that's
givin' folks cognitive dis-son-dence
dense-thick wall of farfarfar out tide
- serious OD on Campbell hero story maps to DID re activation in the novel event
Now, some team of writers has writ
a Jesus Freak Super Hero,
called Utopia,
with serious Freudian Daddy FUBAR-ity
and I am hoping
this is 2021 camp, OP Art
like wham bam
thank you mam, Batman,
circa 1961, I think, lets check, Holy
ROM AI KNOW 1966, January 12, POW
times they keep achangin'
From then you see,
this is my future you are re
balancing re
ality in mere ifity, and yes
yes we cleared the code, the Utopia virus.
Note: the dumbness in the now sense,
stupid and dumb are identical one thing.
Kant's pure is this realm's mere, Voltaire agrees.
We had this assignment in the novel.
And you, the poet in tune with the zeit
via Netflix, see
called us to witness the premier, and
some piles are seen from here as bullshat,
can everybody see that?
Truth can take a punch, by faith.
Semper Fi, tuff little devil dog
impossible in the frame of categorical
imperatives, and no
in this flow, I ai give you google agency,
fact check yo'own self.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
sixty-eight cigarettes on the desktop-
ashtrays,
an absent post-filter prediction
shouting to the leaky ceiling tiles,
America, you've taken it all
marks on the wrist-
no freshly-fallen feathers, but
locks on every door and
allocated times to eat,
QUIET,
I SAID
QUIET!
i always want to be forty miles north of here where
the drugs are taken under my own free will and
there's an amp for Ringo's snare.
oh, bureaucracy, why do the men in blue transform my glass ceiling into linoleum?
the flagpole is not an adequate target for this diatribe-
this transparency is marching me towards a four-point restraint while I sob for the intersection(ality) of Route 2 and 116
and sixty-eight cigarettes
to inhale a Franklin County sunset in
symmetrical harmony.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
things are not what they seem to be.
a blade of grass is a field of ruin,
dust moves in a circle,
and death is a false end.
things are not what they are.
god is existence,
the future is set in stone,
yet even mountains move,
given time.
things are not.
faith is complacence,
an onyx tower, buried,
in the amber depths of the heart...
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 2:31 AM UTC
the heavens looking down see
black ominous umbrellas
scurrying about- the animals we are
seeking refuge beneath bodega quality umbrellas
flimsy like the faith i had in you
but may you prove me wrong, loved one
in this cluttered _concrete jungle_
familiarity
conformity
unoriginal-ality but in reality we
all have places to be and why stand out in the rain?
uninvited water droplets from sky
penetrate pantyhose and
the window plants of overpriced brownstones
the allure of rain by all natural individuals
see nourishment soon to unfold
beauty in baby’s toes stomping in mud
fishing for worms that wriggle with discomfort
_gardener of words_
rain or shine
she knew how to put a feeling into
gentle yet tasteful prose.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
Certainty of semper fi, 'n'
om-ly believe 'n'
groan of assent
struggle
to rise…
-- listen
the strangest of stories are told
as real as ever, the common idea, ever
after time has lost its
thread to our
temper ai re
ality in ifity was.
Those were the days, ifity was.
We were as you imagined,
in your imagination,
but really, we were all outlaws,
on the run…
what did your family think Wagon Train was about?
We was runnin' from the letters of the laws,
the man behind the star,
the man on the horse,
from old boogaswishery tales fairtold
to meet
the doubt, double mind, entende re, eh, follow or
fall
by the wayside and wait, one day
you wake and find the path is paved thirty chariots wide,
and you are
not surprised, that state,
surprise,
being an undifined or undivined, okeh, wordminded
state- stretched to this point --
flex-stress tested to thnthdgreeeee,
to
get most from extra eas y'
pay attention
points to
the definity of devininity, as shobbolethic,
- no pass, no se --
is it in the accent
that makes the difference,
or the proof?
Unique as differing may be random as mathic edgery
interpreters of times after all
was said and done,
one more.
Like not missing
a tittle or a jot, yet being
wise as jumpstarts means were to stick shifts,
shockingly, retro real… virtually
be the character, see the luckies rolled in your sleeve…
it was so easy to steal a car,
almost as easy as on TV. But not if you always
carried the coil wire in your pocket,
so those were the ones you watched for, next time,
coil wire in hand,
it was easier than on TV, you knew the care was stolen
before you stole it,
that's like answered prayer,
if y' askt me.
Patience 'n' faith, wise as was
imagined.
at the time.
The coil wire is the worm at the core.
Grease monkey kings know this story, it is in our
initiation to the mystery in the pistons.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
Hey, are you in?
Are you with the crowd?
The in crowd?
Are you with the in crowd?
I'm not!
I don't want to be either,
I want to be free,
An individual,
Not a sheep,
Nor a creep,
Just me,
Individu.... ality,
I'm out.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
the odorless aluminum man pit, in my face...
ah, m'body,
meet m'mind wandering, re
turning from gravity
de-if-icating
anal-is-this-ity to now. ifity, if you, we,
have, inhabit, time
to stretch, to live
slowly easy,
no umph,
ah, sigh,
the point of being embodied at all is what,
exactly? Exactly right.
we be
we know
we grow in knowing sequences
- points of light -
of imaginable numbers reasoning words
taken as granted re
ality,
- those are Space-ex's, ignor'em
- those are not natural, yet
we imagine we were,
then this
this very then
this's then that's
mine then yours, see. First me,
then this body in my service, finally finishing
its being, as I lie remembering I remembered
to brush my teeth,
rub aluminum silicates on my arm pit where
my nose is stuck,
ah. no pain. no smell. I think
I broke my neck,
but that was a wrong thought, tested only
for the time taken to think it,
testing times are never wasted, be not
deceived. Received truth can't become untrue.
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 4:11 PM UTC
frazzled, what? body in motion, can't quite find the right, what is that you said? stumbling all over the house, what to wear, throw something on, throw on leather, to match you little pers-on-ality
write the feathers, whatever it takes, stimulation, the porch, banging my head against the door, WHAT!!! try try try! or don't try at all? don't look out? I'd like a few god **** answers,
Signed,
Muskrat
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
The thunder
the lightning
a furious storm passes.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
king of all the children of prride,
a challenge
simulate the mind of christ,
imagine that,
but before that mind there were others,
fully contained
in the godhead,
******
the reference points we are mortal at or on or in or of or
whatever
withknown mitgnostic mag-I-artful-intuition ifity
springing, post clockwork world,
post atomic force augmention focus visuals translated
in virtual 2-d
a word. is. wide or long but never short and long and high or low,
without a very sophia isticated way of folding
re
ality into now, with you finding yourself beyond the Disney-ifiers
set with cubic ziconia tiaras holding mantilla veils
covering the window in the top of you head.
--- great message, I got a lot out o' that.
--- especially the worthship
seamanship **** preventer, look up, y' re
demption station draweth nigh,
we all *** rrecycle by and by,
jest, decide not to lie,
ye get by. And y'kids do, too.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
Having only one will, my own,
under my contrary efforting control
- ready, eh, willing, able
- to relate reported anomolous
- activity associating abnormality
- right as opposed to wrong,
- straight up… on center, set
my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, please
-- ashes, ashes, we all fall down,
laughing like innocents of death,
unafraid of ancient plagues--
easy laughing, nothing missing,
nothing broken, selah, shalom
my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, pleased
from living, progressed toward
certain acceptedness, believed
for us all, we who happened
to learn to discern may or per
haps, events
in ality, re- or uni-
versal,
always
sung
whole so, still holy
version, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
whole so, still holy
versus, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
of original innocent plea
as a man in final hours, in fact,
actually passing at standard speed,
of mind many magnitudes faster
than everyday star generated light, in
constancy, professed impressively, as
E= Mass, that material gravity loves,
all massively evident according
to some theory squared away
in which all we may think or ask
is sorted and shaped, actually
into all that now is mortally
stable, set, fixed on course,
in balance and relevant
of course to us, as we
are in the whole of it.
We took the time at face value.
Spent it on an extra minute added after it was too late
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:02 PM UTC
As I land back to the ground, I can't help but to wonder if the constant effort to forge our bond was Imperative. If the effects of your sabotage was worth the rumination.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC
Muddy Earthen Derby Day, whateverhapt... time and chance
and sixty-five to one...
just now we agree means just
now, the moment, mortal or otherwise,
right before now, which is alright
ere vcr betamax was gobbled up by berhishitbvshiftingds
shoveitshiboleth. I'd'me, thenVHS
before, just now, back then
no records, no rerung bells, mere
storytellers familiar spirits of the okeh kind
drunken wanderers bumping into waves of
meaning framing ality in ifity as if
we, you and I, me and thee, we just
the two of us and
words alone between us. What
powers this
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC