Homunculus Mar 2016
Enamored of the possible, and racing,
  Through a winding maze of endless choices,  
  Daunted by the obstacles we're facing, and 
  Dizzied by the clamor's many voices,

Shackled by a heavy chain of causes,
  Binding us to all we've ever known,
  The many paths before us give us pause, as
  We struggle to define which are our own,

Within a world that's not of our own making
    We anxiously await the day we'll find,
    A journey worthy of our undertaking, so
    That purpose in our lives may be defined, but
Perhaps our fate condemns us all to wander, and
       Our lives are merely mysteries to ponder
I think this is the first of a series of 5 Shakespearean sonnets based on Aristotle's rhetorical foundations. Telos means an "ultimate object or aim." This particular iteration also owes its driving force to Heidegger's notion of "thrownness" or the idea that we all inherit a ready made world from the history of our predecessors, and struggle against the way the facts which constitute that world condition what is possible for us to achieve within it. The other 4 will be Kairos, Logos, Ethos, and Pathos; and I will be working on and publishing them as they come to me. - Your Humble Servant
Lainey May 2017
Your ripple will pulse
Through times’ eternal waters
As if you still live.
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2017
Life is short
comes and goes
but the meaning is not
is timeless universal
is live!
aj kamaria Jul 20
life full of meaning
when your name enters my mind.
screen of black lit up with your simple calling,
a token of your thinking of me.
smile spreads across
and stomach becomes uneasy...
i want to shout;
shout it to the world
this gut feeling.
it whispers to me:
"you love him.
you're in love with him.
tell him. tell him and he's yours."
only i can't say anything.
it's simply not my place to.
one of the hardest thing is loving someone you can't be with...
Waynepatrick Aug 4
What could mankind's purpose on this terrestrial globe,
my mind is apt to probe,
Are we playthings of fate?
Being helpless in that state,
Is life a grocery list?
Ticking the checklist as you grow old and weary,
Seek diligently the meaning in your life,
Then be lost in perpetual contemplation of infinite bliss,
Careful not to  miss.
     Gertrude Stein was not bad at writing not good poetry but without.
     She was very not good at writing not bad poetry goodly.  
     As bad is as bad.  
     Not bad is not not.  
     Good poetry is good poetry is.
     Bad poetry isn't not bad.
     The rain in Spain falls mainly in Maine as cats and dogs and cryptozoological animals that eat cats and gods.  
     Gertrude Stein wrote because.  Because she.
     I farted.
     Bad poetry isn't not good poetry badly.
     Bad poetry isn't badly not good.
     Poetry wrote bad Gertrude Stein somewhat.


this I offer you

a brief glimpse into my dreams

captured in this art

a reflection of my soul

and a small piece of my heart


rob kistner © 2018
Tanka - A contemplation on selling my art.
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