Saturday, October 5, 2019
Orbital Resonance
We fall into crevices
yawning open within
folds of our inner
convolutions and then
we drift beneath
the slipstream of
our memories
down river fading
in the silver moonlight
canted from our star whose
radiance keeps hid behind
the face of this world grimacing
alone in the dark along
the mad spiral dance
of its extensive solo
pirouette performance
to a stunning climax before
an absent crowd something of
the barren gets transferred to
the stage and back thoroughly
recycled for the maintenance
of a perpetual continuity
the show must go on
for the satisfaction of
no one but the ghosts
auditioning in the aisle
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Circus Act 334
sleeting in the byway
careening in a critter
curve skittled skywise
gerfenherders on the
rampaging textes keys
slendered along the
crevices of locksmiths
with enterprises relocating
precious gems and stones
aboundless ascertaining when
their accrued polarity emerges
adjustant to a proleotariat
tip toed on the tight rope
skippy skipping tea
hee haw mistress
one for the knuckle
and two for the show
eight to get married
in a sudden disaster
four to go to court
for a divorce
in the snow five
to hold against them
for the rest of their lives
six to stand ahead of them
while looking for new wives
seven on the circumstance
upon which this condition drives
and all ten watched the nine
see it happen all over again
the carousel's turning not
clockwise nor sound
may keep up with its singular
advancement starbound
toward a pathway carved
next to all the rest left behind
as fossilized tracers lit up
the echoes of everything
else pick it up
on the sonar so to
speak and its traveling
now all over the course
of the rocks laid
along the river way
babbling over stones
Saturday, August 10, 2019
DEAD SPEECH RESURRECTION
How does the abandoning of an ideal impact the human being going through this?
Consider the impact that nothing has on absolutely everything in the known universe.
This is tantamount to the impact ideals have on human beings absolute zero its not measured.
To begin with, there's no such thing as everything. That's all a made up lie.
Consider the impact that nothing has on absolutely everything in the known universe.
This is tantamount to the impact ideals have on human beings absolute zero its not measured.
To begin with, there's no such thing as everything. That's all a made up lie.
You can see it in reverse at the end of the telescope if you flip the image and magnify it
back to normal size. There's no denying its no longer the same image but at least it extrapolates
from the imprint. So do ideals serve as guidelines to shepherd us into a corral, so to speak,
where we remain more or less in the right neighborhood. What if we feared the freedom
to speak and advised wisely to all coming into this place that the less one says the better
overall (for reasons themselves which are best left unstated)?
It's hard to say, or that is, to refrain from saying, as the case may very well should have been.
If freedom of speech goes without saying then its becoming necessary to justify putting limitations
It's hard to say, or that is, to refrain from saying, as the case may very well should have been.
If freedom of speech goes without saying then its becoming necessary to justify putting limitations
on speech. It's this very justification that in fact should be preserved at all costs with the individual
in order for that entity's rights to be safeguarded. In other words freedom of speech really means
having the freedom of knowing when not to speak at all, and having that freedom defended at all cost.
When everything is A-OK, there really doesn't remain anything of that much importance to say.
It's when things aren't fine that we need the guaranteed freedom to say what the situation demands
us to, and no limitation should be imposed nor any presuppositions in whatever guise they may present themselves should inhibit our right to remain silent. People deserve the right to default back to the 5th in order to preserve their inherent innocence. Speech isn't dead when there's nothing left to be said. Speech is dead when you and I are not allowed to say nothing. Just as it's most alive when you and I are allowed to say anything we please.
Sunday, July 28, 2019
Metaphagic Bitten Markings
It was in the darkest sense that he ate her.
Ate her away up and out from the inside.
From champing open wide with his mouth
perpetually glued to the seams. It seems
unreal thinking about it now her head
in a whirl memories going around as if
in a carousel that won't stop with a carnival
melody that won't slow down in a frantic and
celebratory mood of abandon it chants repeatedly
we should take action to consider gloaming along
on the ride into town as we wander on in we shouldn't
turn around nor pay any attention to the marauding segues
to this song charting the territories of the instances in which
we all must settle down along for the decelerating motion to a stop.
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