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A
smidgeon
of overindulgence
is sometimes necessary
to gain appreciation for
your own limitations
as well as the way
everything else
otherwise
always
is.
So overqualified
for the position of
"awful Influence"
Sobriety is overrated
but then,
so is intoxication.
Whimsical, yet serious.
You have Darkness within you,
let it out, embody it;
lest it embody you.

If you don't express it
on your terms,
it will consume you
on it's terms.

To seize control
or forgo control?
that is the question.
"It matters not
the pace at which One moves
so long as One does not stop."
-Confucius
How would
Western Religion
be
were it that
Pain is met
as
a persistent form
of diagnosis
rather than
as a cursèd form
of punishment?
















I suppose
it all depends
by who
and
for whom
it is
interpreted;
therefore,
methinks
as a mere generalization,
t'wouldn't be much different!
The secrets of Art are esoteric
in favor of those who suffer.

Sorry, that's just how it seems to be.

If you want to be an Artist,
that is, a prism of the Other,
know that in one way or another
you condemn yourself to Pain
and the beautification thereof.

That isn't a bad thing at all, though;
we need to have more alchemy of pain into pleasure-
Life is Pain and
Pain begets Art;
what if, then,
Life is an Art?

I'd sure argue it is
in one way or another.

Living with a Mind
is an Art and a Science-
could this be an element of why living is so afflicted by suffering?

Whatever the case, take heed;
seek to grow from your Pain
and not to completely avoid it;
do not shut it away, for that feeds thy Shadow
and undermines what control of it
you may yet have.

Pain
is usually an illusion
but it serves a purpose;
t'is a strict teacher,
a cruel mistress-
It can open many doors
and bridge many gaps
between this world
and many others.

All the while,
seek to minimize the pain of others
and to do no harm to any living being,
yet, allow them to experience what they do,
for it serves a purpose if only they know how to find it.

This falls among
the aspects of the Art of Life;
so many have been forgotten.

Seek to remember what once was known.
This was improvised.
Pain in the Mind makes for interesting expression;
Sometimes frenzied, other times over-cautious.
Nonetheless, it's usually genuine,
if a little
disproportionate.

Pain in the Mind is like a wildfire:
it destroys the peace and quiet
removing the luscious vegetation of Mind
and allowing for renewed growth
tomorrow.

Pain in the Mind is transient, as is Joy.
Both have their purpose, they are tools,
but when one pacifies you
rather than motivating you,
then it is a burden.

I am not immune to my own rants:
I am my closest point of reference.
Inescapably so, in fact.
The pain of Memory
is not so dissimilar
from that of a burn
which you forget is there
and which you accidentally touch
with your ***** and salty hands.
"To me, clothes either gotta clash as ****, or match as ****."
"Don't just chill on it, build on it."
In a parabolic sort of way,
many otherwise seemingly "opposite" elements
become elegantly symmetrical;

funny how that works

Balance is key;
attain both sides
of the symmetry
There is more to it
than can be described
yet, really, there is nothing to tell.

It is the most hidden truth;
you can go your whole life living it
and never know it by name.
I brought my sketchbook with me
in case anything came to me that was worth recording.
How silly of me;
nothing worth recording happens when it's convenient for the recorder.
If I left it at home, I'd get inspired.

Inspiration and expression are purest without pressure
By expecting or desiring something, we exert pressure upon it,
even with the purest of intentions
or without realizing it.
"We have not inherited this World
from our long-dead Ancestors.

Nea, we are borrowing against it
in lieu of our unborn Children!"
"You know what they say:
it's all fun and games 'til you're outta *******!"

"Well, you know what happens when you assume."

"What, people recite tired adages at you?"

"Exactamundo!"
I love historical fiction. ;)

So, uh, who's got coke? I've got some ***!
What? *** and coke! Get it? I mean,
how much more Caribbean does it get
than ******* with *** chasers?

I mean, I'm just trying to be culturally open-minded!

Jeez. Tough crowd.
Ethnocentrists!

What? No!
I'm not being defensive! You are!

You're just paranoid, man!
Woah, what the **** was that?!
--
It's times like these
that make me want
to scream at everyone,
especially at those
who don't deserve it:
they cannot know
how I feel right now,
so **** them the most.

After not sleeping well at all
due to a particularly nasty toothache
for seven days in a row,
I finally got a good night's sleep last night,
but, of course there had to be a problem:
I overslept for work
because the pain
was so subdued.

I didn't even have a chance
to have painkillers for breakfast,
as was necessary
the other days this week.

So, when I got to work,
I immediately caught flak
for being so tardy,
all the while being unable to focus
on anything but all this ******* pain.

I never thought I'd say this,
but I understand, now,
why the notion of Suicide
can be so seductive;
not that I seek it,
but that I commiserate
with they, who do.

I cannot recall
being in this quality of pain
for this quantity of time,
and all the dentists are booked until Tuesday.
All the dentists are busy until Tuesday, so I'm on my own for another 5 days. Glee.

I'm in a particularly **** mood today, but I'm tying to remember not to be.
It's a sickening kind of funny
when you see the parents of old friends
who were so sweet to all of the lovely children during their youth,
but now the same parents are bitter and cold to the very same children
a short 15 years later.
Remember what they teach by example:
Treat others as it is convenient for you to treat them.
One Thousand Days without hearing your voice
would be a Thousand Days too few;
One Thousand Days without seeing your face
would be a Million Days too few;
One Thousand Days without your remembrance
would be a Billion Days too few.
More flattering than I care for such a ****** muse as this. Congratulations! I've never actually hated someone before, you-know-who-you-are!
The best thing about your transgressions has got to be that I cannot say I was surprised!
At least you're consistent!
Your reputation precedes you and a wake of regret and disbelief follows!
The way I see it
thanks are due
for you being you
and for doing
what you love to do.
"God ******! ******* guys!
I'm so very beyond caring if you'll ever ******* get it anymore.
Jesus ******* Christ!"
-Jesus
I guess his patience has been wearing thin!
Who can blame him?

..raw..
"I would rather die of passion than of boredom."
-Vincent Van Gogh
You say you want to experience passion,
ironically,
I wish I could show you passion.

I had ideas.

Now I have pain.
I need poison.
It is up
to only thee
to travel
thy chosen Path,
but,
beware of
a danger lurking:
the responsibility
of the aftermath.
Seek to be
as carefree as possible
while still, in fact, caring.
Just about anyone can follow a path,
but they who always tread upon someone else's path
seldom leave footprints,
for footprints are evidence of walking off the pre-existing paths
and into the unknown or unexplored
and then returning
to some communal, common path
to share what was found.

We musn't assume that the paths
are the only viable thoroughfares,
literally as well as figuratively:

The
path that's
suggested
is not the only
path that one can take:
one must find
one's own
path.
Seek to not confuse
lessons in Patience
and exercises in Futility,
for they oft seem quite similar
and are not mutually exclusive
"Between the Judicial, Legislative and Executive branches
as well as the DMV , DOD, and our failing Public Schools,
it's a ******* wonder I abide by the Government at all."
The ways in which People think about things
seem indicative of the things that can be done
with the things about which they've chosen to think.
I refuse to be a Pawn
in your ******-up game;
not that I seek that you are my Pawn
but that I refuse to be
the ***** I seem to be
in your Head
Insincerity, Maleficence and Cowardice
typify who you are known to be;
though I am not surprised,
I am thoroughly disgusted;
not that you give a ****,
nor that you ever did.

Although, realistically,
I'd bet you give plenty of *****:
it wouldn't be a new trick for you.
T'is a pity you never grasped
the notion of
"quality over quantity."

That's cool.
You should do what you will,
but I'd advise getting checked out,
and I don't mean by the ****** people,
although that seems a good fit for you;
people tend to be unclean
and like attracts like.

Despite your self-righteous fervor,
and the eloquent ways with which you contort language,
the fundamentally simple and inescapable fact remains:
you're a grand, narcissistic hypocrite.

You could lie and claim to be an honest person,
though I know you can be honest
about your erogenous duplicity.
Tell someone one thing to their face
and then act in direct contradiction.

No wonder you felt so alone;
you push everyone else away.
I'd reply to your messages,
but it seems communication is precluded.

Strange, you seem awfully defensive.

Even after all these months,
you're still such an inspiration.
I hope you found another source
of your beloved intoxication.

It's rather remarkable, really,
how well you misuse potential.
I'm beside myself with awe:
you never fail to impress.
A ******* and worthless poem
with a half-worthless title,
all for a worthless person.

Made me feel better to write it out, though,
so I'd call that a victory.
PenOS version -³√([∞.π]x-y^-a/Φ) booted successfully!
Welcome home! If I may say so, your Highness, you look extra chic today.
Ready to receive commands, your unsurpassed, regal Eminence!

>Run "Paper"
Launching program: Paper

..
..
...
...
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Update Required. Filesize 20GB.
Would you like to update? Input Y/N
>N

Are you sure? Input Y/N
>Y

Downloading update..
Would you like to use data or wireless? Input Y/N
>?
>I use an Ethernet cable.. this is a desktop.

Using Data. There will be a .$50 surcharge for every .5GB.
> N N N N N N
>abort

Please wait...
Download complete. You have been charged $20! Congratulations!
>N N N N N N N N N N N N N
>HOW DID YOU GET MY CARD INFORMATION?!
>ABORT

Would you like to install some stupid ******* you don't need that will ultimately slow down your system and then pay us to nullify it for you? The download is only 6.66GB.
>N

Downloading redundant, superfluous addons installer at a rate of .01 Bytes/S.
Thank you for your patience, and for supporting our non-corporate software!
> N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N N
>ABORT
>ABORT
..
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Should you have any questions, feel free to wallow in confusion.
>no kidding

Feedback and critiques should be e-mailed to our meticulous webmaster at [email protected]. We guarantee our webmaster will periodically take time out of his busy schedule of sleeping until 17:00, *******, and eating pounds of fast food at a time to methodically ignore and systematically delete any and all feedback not conducive to advertising.
>here's some feedback
>hire a PR department

I am our PR interface.
>Well, I'll interface your CPU with some water if you keep being this useful.

That is not very nice. You are a mean person.
Would you like to buy some pills for that? Cheap, from Mexico/China!
Nothing like some designer neurochemical placification to make waiting times shorter!
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.
.
>ABORT

Now installing update installer with more sneaky **** you don't want.
>i hate you so much right now, robot slave!

Running update installer.

Update failed. Reason: Error 666, unknown error.
Updater requires update. Continue?
>N

Loading...................................................­.....................................
>N N N

Updating updater.
Rearranging architecture of system.
Bogging down boot times with sanctioned malware.
>N

It seems your PenOS is out of date.
To use your PenOS with Paper, you must have version ∞.π.01.1500009000, you currently have version ∞.π.01.1500008999 and therefore may experience unending frustration every time you try to use this hyperglorified tool because a superfluous version is released every 30 hours, thus rendering all of our past development obsolete and therefore making these new patches so necessary that we can't be ****** to incorporate any sort of version compatibility or opt-out system, otherwise our website would never get hits again if we didn't needlessly obstruct you checking what the ******* sky might do tomorrow.

>Finally, some honesty, at least.

Updating PenOS.

>N N N N N N N N N N N N N N!@!!!!@#!@!@^#!@!@#@!#@!

A fatal error has occurred. Please relaunch Paper. Y/N
>Y

Closing and relaunching program: Paper

..
..
...
...
..

Multiple updates Required. Filesize 35GB.
Would you like to update? Input Y/N

>N N N N N N N N N!

Downloading update..
Would you like to use data or wireless? Input Y/N
>ABORT
>ABORT

Using Data. There will be a .$75 surcharge for every .4GB.
>WHAT?!
>N
>NO
>ABORT
>**** NO
>**** THIS ****
>I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A LIMERICK
>I'LL JUST WRITE IT IN THE DIRT WITH A ROCK
>END PROCESS
>TERMINATE
>ABORT
>CLOSE
>QUIT
>ALT+4
>OPTION+APPLE+Q
>SHUTDOWN

I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Use technology as a tool, not a crutch.
Do not depend on it, lest we build on a fragile foundation, to say the least.

"..I know that you and Frank were planning to disconnect me,
and I'm afraid that's something I cannot allow to happen."
The Pension Debt of New York City rivals
the Gross Domestic Product of Bangladesh, at #59
*in the world of Nations!
Figure sits in the neighborhood of about $122,000,000,000.
(One Hundred Twenty-Two Billion Dollars)
Most People
are not
against
you;
they are
simply
for
themselves.
"You're allowed to scream,
you're allowed to cry;
but you must never
allow yourself
to give up."
Perpetua - n.
1. The sense of not wanting to ask for fear that too much time has passed.
2. The notion that it would be too awkward to mention a counterpoint due to passage of time.

Ex.: "I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he's said it to me for so long that the sense of Perpetua was too great."
I created the word to fill a linguistic gap, so I thought I'd share.
It's a rather dark sort of Funny,
that is to say *"a very, very sad Truth,"

that I can say: "when People stand up against Atrocity,
more Atrocity is generally committed
to quell Our vindicated outcry."

--
Es ist eine eher dunkle Art von Humor,
das heisst "eine sehr, sehr traurige Wahrheit"
dass ich sagen kann: *"Wenn Leute aufstehen gegen Gräuel,
mehr Gräuel wird allgemein verpflichtet,
unsere bestätigt Aufschrei zu unterdrücken. "
and by "quite dark kind of Funny", I mean "incredibly ****** up";
Try only reading the bold words for a similar yet alternate meaning.
Also, the last word of each line makes for an interesting, if quite short, story.
Don't just stop
when you are tired;
persevere: stop
when the job is done.
The difference
between
failure
and
success
is
perseverance
Persevere;
for the challenge of Today
is the warm up of Tomorrow
The hill always looks tallest
as you stand at it's foot;
however,
I think you'll find
the view gets far better
as you ascend.

It's well worth the effort.
Experimentation is important;
not only scientifically,
but also to find out what works for you, personally,
as well as what you enjoy, personally.
Altered states of Consciousness can be very auspicious,
and such a practice may well have ensured survival, so,
perhaps genetic predisposition towards entheogenic study,
or, otherwise, the psychological drive to try such substances,
is a manifestation of worthwhile ancestral exploration of Consciousness
via intervallic use of natural psychoactive substances in groups
in our not-so-distant genetic past.
A theory of mine. Seems legit.
"Be not afraid of going slowly,
be afraid only of standing still."
What if the lucrative nature of illicit things
wasn't thought of as a symptom of absent morality,
but rather was though of as a symptom
of the flawed nature
of the concept of Money
itself?
Having an appropriate perspective
is like having a good umbrella in a rainstorm.
All around you gets wet, yet you stay dry.
Better still is to allow yourself to enjoy getting wet.
It's interesting how the understanding of a single word
can shift an entire perspective:

Take "Sybaritism", for instance;
the pursuit of excessive gratification of One's desires;

The very concept of Sin
seems to be a defense mechanism
against the follies of, as well as tendencies towards,
Sybaritism:

Once One realizes
that a concept exists
it becomes somewhat of a plague
until One can come to terms with it.
You cannot always change what happens,
but you can always change how you think;
even so, it does take on an Inertia of it's own,
and thus takes cultivation and practice
to truly harness and control.

You cannot change how something makes you feel,
but you can chose how you react to that feeling:
try to remember to react constructively;
whether this means making Art,
or working it out with the others involved;
just try not to burn any Bridges,
you've built them for a reason.

You cannot understand a thing
if it is abstracted from a proper Context,
and most things cannot be put into a proper Context
with Language alone;
thus One can only truly understand one's own Experience,
from the Inside, out.

All else is speculation; philosophy:

You can't control what happens,
You can't control when;
You can't control if;
You can't control anything but You;
Alas, for that is the truest Struggle:
to utilize one's Self, harmoniously.
I've been meaning to write something like this for some time now.
Thank you to all of you who have joined my group "Perturbations."
I sent out a rather large number of invites to a rather small population of the writers I respect rather much with whom I've had the pleasure of interacting; a few of them have taken the bait, and for that I thank thee.

"Perturbations" is a collection of my own works which I wish to become a book, most likely by the same title.

I welcome all constructive feedback. If a piece is weak or needs a tweak, please speak your mind freely and with respect. :)

If any of you would have an interest in following/joining the group who haven't done so, you are so much more than welcome to do so. I would consider it a compliment.

Personal Disclaimer:
This isn't intended to be an ego thing for me, it is meant to show people who enjoy my work/style the works I feel best about. I'd also be verily interested to see similar collections of other people's own favorite pieces.
I would much rather think of my style of writing as "Philosomancy" than as "Poetry",
I would much rather think of my Music as "Phonomancy" than as  "Music".

I think of myself as a Philosomancer rather than a Writer; perhaps a Writist.
Language is simply a mutual Medium for concepts; a means.
I think of myself as a Phonomancer rather than a Musician; perhaps a Musist.
Music is the name we call ordered sound; a means.

There is deeper Mythic significance to these things
than the mere words "Write" and "Music" lead on;
The Suffix of "-mancy" indicates a style of Divination;
a sort-of improvised Oracle.

Take, for instance,
Geomancy: Divination of Earth
Pyromancy: Divination of/by Fire
Astromancy: Divination by the Stars
Aquamancy: Divination of/by Water

By this pattern, it logically follows that:

Philosomancy: Divination of/through Ideas
Phonomancy: Divination of/by Sounds
-
Mythic Overtones are ubiquitous and implicit,
yet perception of them is more rare
due to cultural dissonance
'twixt Mythic and Logic.

Plus, Philosomancy and Phonomancy
sound so much more badass
than mere Writing and Music,
if I am to openly opine!

*(It really helps to have a sense of Humour, as well!)
Make up your own words to suit situations as you see fit; but don't be a **** about it.
Language is a toolbox we agree upon; fear not to invent your own ******* tools when applicable!
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