in truth
i am nothing
if not
for this
suffering
fleshed
of sighs
in nuanced
rebuttal
abjection
from sanity
lost
spectrums span
ceaselessly
i dare be sworn
to behold
the bane
of my dedition
in truth
i am nothing
if not
for this
suffering
fleshed
of sighs
in nuanced
rebuttal
abjection
from sanity
lost
spectrums span
ceaselessly
i dare be sworn
to behold
the bane
of my dedition
all that i desire to say
can be found lost in my expression
enshrouded by archaic airs
arbitrary to my intentions
are these conscious thoughts of truth
in conflict with my hidden layers
or is it pretense so aloof
driving rifts through solemn lair
this much i may never know
and such it is i must accept
that all i might forever show
should be not what my heart reflects
The universe has once again flourished in my consciousness. Knowledge of my own existence and that of the world around me becomes my reality. There are many things, infinite things for which i feel fear and unknowing. Life persists and time is imminent. I am helpless to anything other than surrender to its insistence.
In spite of the anguished plight of each individual’s existence, i feel the warm energy of assurance and comfort radiate throughout my entire being. An understanding that all that has been, all that will be, and all that is, shall be okay.
The singularity of time and truth looms above. Not as a harbinger of sorrow but as the sun, infusing all with its golden beams of love. Doting on each and every one of us with buzzing motes of life’s exquisite mystery. Anything within and beyond our comprehension may take place at any given moment.
Just as we are here so shall we be gone. As those that are gone are here, surrounding us with their love and granting us stay. Their existence continues in all realms. The love that permeates throughout the varied instances of our day speaks of this divine truth.
This understanding brings hope. The love we all share brings hope. Hope is the understanding that although we have no possible way of knowing what things may come, we refuse to let the fear of the unknown tarnish our weary hearts. For we know that things will be okay.
Knowing that regardless of the surreality of reality and all things contained therein will happen as they will. And this is okay.
Every moment we have ever experienced. Every treasured memory Every misplaced memento that wanders throughout our subconscious as the fuel that feeds the fire of our dreams. Every brief moment of perfect happiness that so fleetingly dashed across our life’s landscape. Every first beholding of love that was previously unknown to our conscious minds. All of these exist in this very moment.
When we gaze upon the open sky of umbrage we are overcome with a sense of wonder and awe. As we glance upon the very particles that compose our own existence in physical and ethereal form. The true essence of everything in every temporal tense of existence.
That truth is love.
[image credit: Chesley Bonestell]
fuck you
for the thought you’re thinking
fuck your epic pompadour
fuck that smug look
on your fuck face
fuck your doppelganger dog
fuck your every breath you breathe
fuck whatever makes you happy
fuck the way your clothing fits you
fuck the timbre of your voice
fuck anyone desperate
or dumb enough to fall for your shit
fuck you
for not being bothered
by the fact that you’re a prick
fuck your “soul patch”
fuck your soul
fuck your lack thereof
fuck no
fuck the way your mouth moves
every time you make an utterance
fuck your feigned gesticulations
fuck you
just because
fuck the fact that you perceive
yourself as being above others
fuck your lack of self-awareness
fuck the way you mistreat women
fuck your racist undertones
you always try to justify
fuck your privilege
being of a magnitude superlative
fuck your pompous
omnipresent omnipotent arrogance
fuck your vapid elocution
fuck you for always guffawing
fuck your predisposed conclusions
fuck you for wearing “cologne”
fuck you for making me smell you
fuck your insincerity
fuck your insecurity
fuck your lack of verity
fuck your duplicitous nature
fuck you because “~Dashers, Dashers~”
fuck your fucking sweater-vests
fuck you for even existing
fuck you for not remedying it
fuck your parents
fuck theirs too
fuck them all
for never caring
wait a fucking minute, dude –
you too
were neglected
under slightly different circumstances
nonetheless
life had not afforded you
the proper chances
for the record
fuck my hypocritical
lapse in discretion
leading me to perpetrate
a most impetuous transgression
if you would excuse
my hideous affront to civil discourse
mayhaps you and i
could be the source
of one another’s recourse
[image credit: František Kobliha]
awash
in coils of amber
umber
and slumber
as autumn awakens
a solemn breeze
seizes
lofty trees
in lucent columns
a gauntlet
of ambient umbra
born the republic
of czechoslovakia
briefly
a voice could be heard:
“call me ishmael”
forces of intrigue
colluded in union
to bring forth
a most inconsequential
kismet
through mistral moons
into mellow mons
from stumbled startings
to fallen ends
asterina anomala
sweetness
of a serene dawn
plush fur of eternal purr
fills my pillow
ever brimming
buffering
this astral seraphic
kitten cabal
[image credit: Ivan Bilibin]
few exist as piteous
as those swayed
by the plague of hearsay
regaled by despiteous
imposters desperate entreaties
cunningly devised
in ways that play
to every preconception
disarming unwitting parties
of their competent discretion
unbeknownst to whom
would be distraught
with shame by such imprudence
if they could thus comprehend
the gravity of their congruence
sadly, were they to be disavowed
of their misapprehension
consciously their mind would disallow
truth through dissociation
as cognitive dissonance
would pardon their disreputation
safe from any consequence
befitting of their resignation
wont are we as humans
to surrender our hallowed intentions
in spite of our knowing better
still, we submit without question
rather than making the effort
to consider all positions
we would sooner spurn the victim
guilty by their word’s omission
stayed by shame of prohibition
knowing what we dare not mention
so it is that we condemn
those innocent to false convictions
meanwhile, those responsible
for inciting such accusations
revel in the glory
misappropriated by deception
left without a moral
that would suit such an affront to ethics
such truths will perpetuate
for humankind is that pathetic
[image credit: George Cruikshank]
some days
we long to be killed
more than others
to save us
from spilling
our secretive druthers
in rum-soaked confessions
to loathsome ex-lovers
or nameless encounters
with strangers uncovered
shamelessly asking for help
from our mothers
whose salt stings the wounds
from the womb to the gutter
whose ruinous choices
left pagans to shudder
impetuous voicings
so flagrantly uttered
lugubrious lamentations
seethe and smother
you see
i have neither the will
nor the the wanting
to languish in suffering
ever so daunting
i rather prefer
to bestir to the coffin
and slough this infernal coil
right the fuck off then!
[image credit: Edward Honaker]
why
do you not
hear these pleas
to reflect
my state of ruin?
how is it
such words project
inflections
paradoxical?
then,
to hear them
paraphrased
with such aberrant
intonation
altogether bastardizing
every crux
of their intention
what
pray tell
of my expression
disinherits
its avowal
moving you
to mock its merit
feigning ignorance
most foul
that there would
exist displeasure
sourcing
from outside oneself
is by no means
any measure
yours
had thus been
duly shelved
[image credit: Francisco Tamagno]
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