defied descriptors
Am I scared of the past?Am I scared of the future?Am I scared of you?Am I scared of myself?Am I selfish?Sometimes that seems the most likelyIt’s strange to thinkthat 3 free morphemes6 phonemesone or two secondsof vocal reverberationjust a bit ofdisplaced aircauses so much anxietyit’s so easy to sayusually…but not last night. I offered,support,encouragement,hope,logical comfort,but […]
Purged of faith
the soul despairswhen forced to ask,what is a soula concrete answereludes usIs this because our soul is fluid?or because the idea of a soul is the resultof anthropocentric delusions of grandeur?Can we call the results ofprescribed fantasies,false instructions,misleading guidance…delusions?They are not the result of yourown poor reasoning.There are the product ofanother’s inability to peer into […]
Out of mind: out of sight
A sound paradox (at wit’s end)
I’ll make you hotAs I turn coldI’ll open you upAnd then I’ll foldI’ll tie you downAs I fly freeI won’t leaveBut let me beI’ll give you allBut relinquish nothingI won’t speakBut I’ll tell you somethingI’ll tell the truthBut don’t believe meJust let me be aloneAnd never leave meI can’t support youBut I’ll be your crutchBecause […]
accepting premises
arguing with myself
If I attempt to translate, communicate, my thoughts on the futility of human efforts in regards to the eternal, my inability to accept anthropocentric ideologies, what would you do? If I told you that when I look at the human race I see a massive herd of animals running around making noises in order to […]
The sweetest contaminate:
a benevolent disruption of logicvoicing her passionsas her nimble fingers manipulate,no,create,projecting herself into this worldand into my arms. I heard birds squawking;She listened to their song.I prove myself with reason;She proves herself with colors. But this is illogical,and I’m all shades of grey. So why do our hands keep finding each other?And why are our […]
“As long as philosophy has to make its prime business the provision of safeguards against error, truth will be bound to have its martyrs.”
An Ode to My Friend
we’ll start off in quantifiable terminology Over the past few months, you became my best friend.One of the few that would indulge my pseudomeaningful babble.We spoke over Bananagrams, tea, and nicotine til 5amand turned to beseech the sun:Please, just…don’t.You allowed me to present my chain of reasoning that proposes Zeno did not hand us a […]
