A cricket is steadily chirping at the edges of suburbia,
A rythmic monotony so subtly harmonized by the nearly inaudible pitch of a low buzzing transformer.
An occasional droning of engines and rubber wheels on pavement joins the chorus, while the soft chattering of neighbors descends from a nearby window, mingled with laughter and microwave buttons, and the wind pushing through the leafy branches of backyard trees.
I quietly listen to the sounds that surround me, eyes closed, mind arrested in a state of suspended animation. I search for the sacred place of silence, where thoughts become nothing more than colors and symbols. A place where fear and sorrow and regret cannot exist. Only a sense of being. A place where the cricket and the power lines and the wind blown trees all gather within me, become me, and I become them. No separation. No categorization. No insecurities and no self inflations. Where no space resides 'tween the You's or the I's. Every man has this place, this power inside him. Every man is the Saviour who creates his salvation.

Seasonally effectively disordered

Winter,
A swarm to come,locusts too
**** the summer,remember cyclical?
let's be biblical
have a plague.
Vague?
I'm not,
there's a spot upon the end of what I tend to call a nose
****** knows why,
it's like a concorde rising in the sky,snotty too,
blue skies calling
inflations's falling it must be time again to vote them ******* down in Whitehall back in power,
what a shower of **** they are,we'll not get far with them at the prow,I don't know how we''ll get anywhere
**** it
I don't care.
A plague on everywhere and everywhere a plague and lets have a plaque to plagues and place it where
the sun don't shine.

GLOBAL WARMING

Monsoon this year has been the driest since time we know
Fields all dried up and parched, and nothing else to grow
Farmers in worry, foods in shortage, inflations on the rise
Stop the global warming! Or be ready, to pay the price.

It will only worsen even more, with, every passing year
Weathers would be pleasant no more, and, difficult to bear
Oceans would rise to greater heights, sinking, coastal dwelling
Water would be everywhere but, not a drop, for drinking.

Live with the nature - the worlds a perfect place for Humankind
But we never heed to it, nor, do we try, keeping it in mind.
For selfish reasons, and the quest for more, we always ignored,
Preservations of the Environment, we should have, always followed.

Nature’s cycle of seasons, completely out of its cyclic order
This has brought onto mankind, calamities, and disaster.
Gone are the days, when the peaks were capped with snow
Days will soon come by, when you will see lesser rivers flow.

Famines and droughts will hit the Earth
Water and Foods would be in dearth.
Trees and Forests would vanish for good
Every where around, there’ll be, scarcity of food.

Societies would run amok, foods their priority
Wars and crimes would be there for all to see.
Temperature would rise, unstable and unforeseen
Parched lands or Deserts, where once it was green.

Stop the pollution and reduce the global warming
Stop all things that are to humans, threatening and harming.
I am sending you this message through this poem for you to read
Stop Polluting! To all the polluting nations, this I sincerely plead.

Copyright © PS

In libraries of desire and shadow
I show you my true face
Can we ever escape these paintings
And portraits of our pain
We are occupied tonight
With inflations of divine importance
Hundreds of soldiers
Dream of sleeping in the park
Making their beds on pallets of lost art
While former lovers harvest our scars
And make silent movies in the dark

perhaps the opening line of some little magnum opus
does not begin with either
lineage as proof of authenticity:
as if ideas travel in biology and cells
and not in the aether of some strange and quantum
comings and goings of collective-ego monstrosity
to parallel god
                     the omni- litany that combines the intrinsic
humanity of comparative... relative:
nouns spills into adjectives... i have a vision of
a paragraph that's only filled with p: in mirror:
with an added T, i.e.:

¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶ ¶

           it almost looks like musical notation:
half a moon standing on two legs...
at least that's with regards to seeing without speaking
but reverse ¶
   with something akin to the skeleton tongue
and flesh eating eyes of
the Huan and Ming and D'dzin:
       where do all the ying and the yangs
the demons and the angels find
refuge? i'm guessing somewhere a mile short
/ furthest away from Beijing...
Bay of the Jinn: although i don't know much about
where Beijing is situated
but at least in my mind there's a story about
a sleeping beauty
   a beauty and a beast
and... not that many "charming people" except
for exiled creatures...

       so i wouldn't begin... like so: i'd end: unlike so:
replace ¶
   (the ideogram that lends itself to the complex
spiderweb matrixes of then returning back
to crude sounds)...
Old Japanese still used Chinese
ideograms to conjure up sounds: hence the need
to make the eloquently crude in writing
but speech nonetheless of man and man alike:

etymology and onomatopoeia
along the lines of
thinking about three birds...

the crow, the cuckoo and the sparrow...
why?
etymology and onomatopoeia:
i will even employ two languages
to explain:

vox et resonantia:
the coo-coo...        otherwise by name:
due to its behaviour
a seeker of cuck and helpless mother...
the helpless mother so blind from grief at
the infestation of the parasite
much worse than the bird of brey
and the savagery of hierarchy:
that a bird might eat its own kind
that man would toss man in a cauldron
but the coo-coo became a cuckoo...
how onomatopoeia begins
and ends:
but from there a noun...
cuck-           -ooh...     the male surrogate
is a cuck... and chicken was arrived at from
the onomatopoeia of cluck-cluck-clucking?

               (remember, the computer sonic
jittering of the sparrows:
coded messages, ask chatGPT for html code
about how to encode sound...)

the crow as much said:
KRA! CRA!

   back to the cuckoo in another tonuge:
the suffix -łka...        mmmm'gła (fog)...
   kukułka... regardless how to give sound a form
and say it is bird: k ú k ú
          or if you prefer: the apostrophe can be used
in the English tongue as a diacritical marker without
clear abode: making English a syllabary:
kú kú can be(come) coo-coo but then coil, hyphen:
but can be ku'ku'
                                 yet that sound is clear: distinct:
hard to imagine
so many other things in this world
that make themselves not(!) known (yet not): unknown
like a bucket has no dimension of sound
beside something vague
like tectonic shifts and geology
laughter: of thing crunching thing...
but a bucket doesn't equal a cuckoo:
there is nothing distinct it doesn't breathe fly
or:
i just rearanged: i not i: some letters...
and out came b u c k e t
and out came g r a v e
                    but not so the wind which
is a staggering onomatopoeia
just like i think the name of the god of Abraham
who is beyond the Christian
i don't want to brag
but a patriarch is a patriarch and
not the Muslim Prophet
or the Christian mystic posit of the anti-thesis
of Messiah: in terms of Moses being
a military leader...
                    so the son of man and my brother
and all that talk...

we are still to talk about the crow...
CRA! CRA! you hear it...
the only insomniac bird i know
and i've spent long nights alone
and what bird could i hear in the night
in the cosmopolitan area where men
fled to sleep and conflated death with morose
inflations of a day against the canvas of history...
the crow: the crow would be the only bird
flying in the night sky...

Cracow: Warsaw:
Kraków: Kraken:
           -en
-ów:                        City of Crows...
and a city called Warsaw? by the Uprising mad genius
****** said: let no brick stand on brick
but so much we learned from each other
brother Deutzsche and brother Ruś'yn (Ruśyyn)

war is education: but how many more lessons
are we going to teach each other:
beyond these false educations of neo-con proxy war
new age politics...
how quickly Syria overcame its fear
and said to both Russia and Iran what it had finally
heart to say...
there has been a Christian triumph in Syria:
the quick expulsion of the wicked coward
came through Christian intentions for Syria
and not Islamic:
by now only the Pakistani and minor Islamic nations
are testing the barbaric waters of expansion:
but if said expansion is most crude
in England with...                  virgins...
the idea is vague and almost stupid unlike
how stupid the many gods but
the strength of pagan intellect was equivalent to
saying: the Mongols burned the library of Baghdad
the early Christians bruned down the library of Alexandria...

cra! cra! i heard in the night... oh! oh i know that bird:
i will call him a noble guest of memory
and one who sooth my thoughts of death:
but if ego is the only toy i will have to relieve myself
off: i will gladly give up the toy ego
and its deceptive utility as a character building
tool: this deception of ego
this worm in the flesh of the wound and fruit
of the garden...
i will give up the toy ego
and pass into the realm of elements

                    so i asked:

- c<n you wr^te me the html code for encoding
a soundbite of a sparrow singing?

- to encode a soundbite of a sparrow singing
in HTML, you need an audio file
(e.g. sparrow-song.mp3) hosted on your
server or an external link.
here's the code:

               <!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en">
               <head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<meta name="viewport"
content="width=device-witdth,
initial-scale=1.0">
        <title>Sparrow Song</title>
   </head>
               <body>
<h1>Sparrow Singing</h1>
     <audio controls>
<source
    src="sparrow-song.mp3"
  type="audio/mpeg">
Your browser does not support the audio
element .
        </audio>
           </body>
                    </html>

or what letters: best approximation of moan
and moo and moon
and the  cow godhead sitting upon the orb
with less a crown
and more a **** on the crown...
i overhear stories of how feminity was crushed
with the passport to the 20th century
and 1980s cinema and babysitting
and retirement state funded
or else by other punctures...

                        i touch crystal upon the glass
of glass it is said: sands...
of earthworms i have laboured like one might
over hyenas and spines
of the elders of the dinosaur humanoids
having escaped like taming
t-rexes and mammals being behind
the extinction of the mammoths...
while keaping the timeless lase tradition:
from lizard unto mammal and to insect
humanoid you will strive...
i have enough time on my hands...
i'll be bored tomorrow...
i can wait with God in the shrine of Yawns
i prefer silence:
God prefers music:
i prefer the Church of Yawns and Yom Kippurs...
and Alms...
     but if god deems music so worth the choir
i prefer yawns... souls rebelling:
whispers... moans of ***...
i like the plethora of sensations associated
with sound:
music is perfection is mathematics
i prefer philosophy and mud...
so i don't reside in the Hall of Vowels blind
by zenith of praise and voice
no echo submit
but is music is mathematics
i prefer the philosophy
and a woman moaning
and a coworker farting
and and and...

a crow's call does not need to be digitalized...
it doesn't need to be encoded:
nor does a a cuckoo's:
they are so much like us...
but a sparrow and the sparrow's language:
needs to bypass the Vatican Dyslexia:
and enter the realm of Cyborg and Japan...
and how to decode or at least
make good of the letters: sparrow...