It's true I've grown too lazy

To chase a dream
or wait to die
To chase the greatest of lies
or inheret a life of ease.

A choice that should not be
made in good company.

The trick is to pass
while you're still alive.
To survive,
knowing the smile will fade last.

A choice that should not be
made at another man's  feet.

Bury the shovel.
Lean the stiffened body to.
in an ever so relaxed posture.

Nothing left to market.
Prop a sign:
'Will work for purpose '

A choice made for an industry.

For mine,  I'm still waiting.
Though it's true, I have grown lazy.

i beckon you
i entice and invite

and coax the darkness out

love me
for you are a sinner
just the same as i

the wicked shall inheret the earth

i cannot repent
if sin tastes so despicably sweet

in terms of ontology: all is permitted,
given that so much is left,
dangling upon a damoclean
                         thread of a single
horse hair...
                            of the unexplored:
ontology is a waiting game,
with what, already is,
   a fixation on the constraints
of: ex simiae:
                       hence my approximation:
**** similis...  
    it's still a desire to preserve
a base, an origin story transfixed by
the use of fungus...
      accidently swallowed a mosquito:
suddenly grew a ******* pinocchio...
and somehow, slyly:
fixating on keep the libido
                                     momentum...
that's crucial, that the momentum is kept...
yet i wonder...
     racism:
                       poland vs. senegal was
the first game when the rams bothered
to clash horns...
       oh i can be crytical when i see it
through a lense of: crypto-nationalism...
unlike the romance of the noble prize
being given to Milosz...
            economic migration background:
i'm not allowed to romance about it...
there's no "grand" furore to mind,
no expectation,
           and certainly no: bending the knee
of the hosts...
  ****! from calling them natives
i'm starting to think in american terms
of hosts...
                  given i'm an alien "body":
                 more or less a thought, prior;
but that was the first instance of
deviating from playing out the sport,
poland vs. senegal...
            ******* europe versus a people
who know of europeans...
                            belgians and the congo...
slim afro beauty that she was...
no wonder...
               could almost say the *******
came when i felt my frontal pelvis
bones was sore after she
                rammed her coccyx onto me...
but outside the realm of serving
seductive cocktails while playing
          cedric 'IM' brooks'
                                     satta masa ganna...
no, i'm just curious about
the dynamic, behind a word such as
racism...
   and language in general...
           who are the people who use
a first tier definition of a word?
          i'm sure language is as loose as
well oiled spaghetti in imitation of
a pit of snakes...
           and yes, the linguistic atomists
(akin to myself) who care to mind
                          diacritical exceptionalism
in uttering a micro-seance
      prior to a syllable... notably via
ü (the classical umlaut)
               and what could become an
applicability of orthography in english:
with, oh so many examples in need of
being addressed:
             namely: from pout,
               came pút,
                                pool
                           ­             (pül),
                and the disguised vowels
of english: putter versus a patter...
  the subtle elongation of the A
  in a: pāt on the shoulder...
i already know that my suggestion is
too impractical to be ascribed
a subsequence with a towed effect
being ascribed...
           but at least there's the observation,
in the open.

  with this one particular word,
what is it: from zenith to nadir,
  or from a nadir to a zenith?
    definition 1.
             first, or           definition 3. first?
vocab. inheritance tax...
or just mindless fronting concerning
the affair?
    
is it a priori:
   1. a belief or doctrine that inherent
  differences among the various human
racial groups determine cultural
or individual achievement,
  usually involving the idea that one's
own race is superior and has the right
to dominate others or that a particular
     racial group is inferior to the others

or 3. hatred or intolerance of
               another race or other races                 ?

seems rather contradictory that
there could be such a priori complexity
to begin with, to be inherent...

zenith / nadir
                   a priori / a posteriori
dictum would suggest
  that: definition no. 3 is a priori...

while definition no. 1 is a posteriori...

    which also allows a psychological
dimension and
    the Freudian-Jung dynamism to
"explain" the proton, neutron, electron,
egg shell egg white, yoke,
               sclera, iris and the pupil
dynamic invoked by the psyche-dissection
into compartment
of a consciousness,
                    a sub- and an unconscious...

definition no. 1 can't be a priori:
it's too worded to make sense of
what an a priori statement looks like,
i.e.: 1 + 1 = 2.

an a posteriori statement?
               given that 1 + 1 = 2 is an a priori
statement?
                                    √-1...
   ­  lo and behold!
             you get a letter! as substitute to
the meddling in numbers...
     and then from i, to iota,
                       and the concept of a pronoun
in english (gender neutral) you go...
                              wunderbar!
                ­       ja...
because you can begin with an:
a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i...
                  clearly there's a priori
favour, to subsequently allow
a loss of explanation with a 1 + 1 = 2...
inheret bother:
      because when wasn't
         arithmetic ever akin to spelling?
the frequency of the letter-usage
compared to numbers?
      
              do you call the mann unable
to count or spell:
at the same time blind
            and deaf, synonymous?
what definitions behind a word
do you use?

what tier of a word are you making
                           allowances for?

using tier no. 1?
        or using tier no. 3?
   how can you even allow
an "ambiguity" of secondary tiers
of red...
               given there's no celtic ginger...
and shouldn't tht belong among
painters who can actually
see past the writer's daltonism,
  or x-ray in teutonic schwarz und weiß...

   a sch't'ern tongue:
          among, platzieren ziegel von die rot
                von Marienburg...

what is the dictionary "ambiguity"
of red?
            
            one subsequent definition is:
BLAH!

               so we've established word
that acribe to tickling a thesaurus
ambiguity...
    but sure as **** there are some,
rigid, orthodox, words:
that can be used, un-acriptive
of a challenging authority
wishing upon it a counter-usage...

  i was born a pollack,
i acquired english:
            god forbid i don't die german!
hence all this crypto-nationalism
*******...
      i am a crypto-nationalist,
given that a nation is a cryptic,
quasi-noun suffragette...

             ich, werden sterben ˈjərmən!
point being: i'm hardly welcome...
        but death is hardly
a grieving mother,
               rather, a welcoming *****.

i've "said" enough,
  question is...
                                 have i drunk enough?

Everyone suffers but not alls suffer suits. If you must sufer, nothings worth of more glory and respect than injustice with no cheeks left to show not clothing to give with coats and bread to break with, i have given you the best of me and i cant think of no one better to have it. Stay out of trouble.

I too thought it to like me what never and none the way it use you been used and i am glad to be counted by among them the humble and the meek to gladen in green fields led once the orphants inheret the world to be wild again and gentle.

Once some repay the due for every tear that overflood the glass once the wicked sun saw each and every of few brothers not brother in deed nor word nor heart do yet in all three will repay hundred folds of they done long after admiting they never should. That broke my heart and left it to fate to fix to never trust to who known as the brothers of nothing and fathers to never and sons to nowhere to go for death a question of honor as for the forest to green when burn or leave to ash to gray without will a wind to care to add to the dirt  from under his nails he carries out to find a reason and be of help not helped, abonden all hope you who enter gates of no one minded to name told

welcome hopelessness and crulty a laugh of a joke on who wasted a time and prided in ****** success of no use but of other of what matters then fear  and power they dumbed of feared to loose like a dream to wake up, for grace let them sleep and rain a lot to rain through and seeds to have a use and find rest their soul a way to dream and dream on like the weeds of meadows fated the fools pay to owe to one of the one horse towns rabbits and cows and goats
to eat like them before in the name of sure same a clue or similar mean not remembered.

Eversince the while is forever and golden age where it rained sweet and in mud was made love and children cherished to hide a piece in their palms behind their backs like a treasure making man laugh kind as gently as the picture of our god we been made to be and woman to mind to their hands to take to wash and to explain why and how very beautiful they did. Pain is a lesson of poor. The rich in god teach kindness of loving the sinner and call upon brother till he might, to answer not the question, do you love god?! But to ask to forgive for free is done and made by a breath of a word who minded to take a risk of a knife in a back of a heroe from nothing but a coward would and got left in cards to be far from friends worth or any name worth living and hard to be and to known by in strange land of certain but forever what always and men
To take responsibility for their action whatever cost to god.

Man enough to stand on the mountaintop to be close to dare yet apologize for to the mountain to greet an old friend as few that recalls that silence that smell of hope the language of gods ear never heared speak a man whatever means to not say is meant yet more unsaid for the view their soul given green and brown and did bold and asked to be strong as every color of laughter by childrens mind and voice to flawless like the proof in heart no longer needed recalls the thoughts as far they reach to be better than to be best in matters good faithful.

and spoon we weightin on the way downward in bound to the way of ages go and many mountains to climb to greet to tell the year we found to be as called in favour in mens hearts put to wake up with like a mountain is to the country and whats more to mens trust like in stone printed rule the love fated to last till the gates to reach they call beautiful and our names we are and souls yet to meet and the truth! him to see his face and her in love   to cry a kiss on its scareless hands and you to havin bowed

Cared to careless to become as god to found and nothing else no longer matter compared yet matters no less. Said me to have care enough to give and love that loves like a dog dumb to hatin and deaf to threats of foolish and blind to attemps of anything but friendship, of any but friends.  

"Because little folk in nowheres of middle and from all far not understanding nothin, how could?!" Your answer to the sunflowers of the fields in voice as turned to finish pointed to the sun that didnt notice and knows no more than and cares far less. And we laughed with all that hearts then near to and appreciate.

Id say this salt still has a taste to your food to be, if eatin of hunger to feed and taste to feel to know by the chairs and the table to sit or stand near by or together on its feet like a song or time lended an ear, if its the teacher you wish to hear, the good news be, still. Land made by god a home of man a kingdom too as the kings is, so the love to thank you in heart a full for you heared those without voice and learned to speak from and spoke to as  to beggars begging a meal promised to find to hear for two once and speak for three again and sit with the gods. Asked the one without bag to allow me to dress anew in silk and gold and velvet once, if to believe to dare a promise of a man that told you, you shall.

Of sun be made and made to suit a smile it made so many of a smile not fated. And for that and that alone there was to hear the sky spoken of its beloved son its well pleased in.

Called on children for man to be not young but younger that age easily found of beggars charming the mud holy to eyes that can for heaven to learn them to teach from to ask for two and to expect none of the cold to near and those in pain to bring to compare winter with misary of the poor to meadows to root in the great garden and flower for god as beautiful as laughing if allow to be what all it takes to father a bliss a miracle be of children to art.

What whispers quickly called the man of god and him who pointed at to be who said the words its given in a promise them all their hearts all they want to once to give had say to realize having the power just realized and laughing brought the kingdom among them all waitin to happiness a smile a reason to hope enough to make a man sing the song of heavens till.

Twice to greet and three times to ask to make sure to believe a brother and what our home.