There is a natural frequency
That resonates through all of this.
You can find it, and it is gorgeous.

Where is the break in our dark,
Where is illumination?
Vis-à-vis, a rational light.
For the contrast is stark
Between those who laze
And those who fight

Real values, and genuine ideals
Beliefs, not steeped, in a false virtue
And causes and movements, the same.
Do they still remain?
In the classes, in the fields,
At home? Never feeling near.

Where is the change?

good? begets grief
befalling all to men's
warped minds
and the things they witness
but never come to terms with
it's elementary
that they should be broken
by the things that choke them
and keep them from sleep
in the night

I cannot erase the past
at last,
it's clear,
even the blemishes add to its splendor

One day, our generation's gonna rule the population
And that'll bring change?
We wait till our kids are their parents
In thought, in action, and conviction
And expect a difference each go
It's really contradiction
Cause each time the problems only grow

You think you have everyone eating out of your hand
Barely & Oats-
I say, parley
Let me speak to the captain
Or whoever it is that steers the rudder
And commands the oars.
I see before me terrible animals
And in all, worse men.
You think it some great gallon,
But, to me, it looks to be
Much closer to a life boat
Punctured with holes.

You should follow the law,
And if it's wrong
It should **** you off
And make you motivated for change.
Motive with your discipline should result in action,
Whether you merely speak out for what you believe,
In verbal or physical protest.
Your ancestors had freedoms to yours in fractions
And wealth the same,
Still they fought
To edge out a line in the sand
For a land with equal rights for every man.
Do you wish to return to such old & backward ways
As feudal days with no say?

Grieving the living,
Envying the dead,
This world is one
That will **** with your head.

And like amber,
Time here will harden you.
But leave a beauteous soul.
As a hunk of coal,
They will burn you
And chide, as you go up in smoke.

It's so hard sometimes
To let go of someone
You never had

And then there's the instances
Those that you love are done
To tear down all you've built that's bad

Light fixtures can only short so much
Waning little more when you're no longer interested
Awnings leak so many liters, before they let through
Bottom feeders will take even the crumb

what do you hide
does it eat away at you while we talk
i guess, inside
it bubbles till it boils
and you explode
cause you treat us the same
every person from every walk,
held at a distance,
where you can safely gawk
so as not to fill you full of shrapnel
see wounds wrought
but it's really himself he protects
a child's son
the runt

Things searched for
Are not connected to our internet,
Closed circuits.
The people who engage, are quiet.
And the circus is far, and close.
Hell, it's in the sky,
In submersible boats.
In dry heat,
In bitter cold.
It's above ground & below.
It's old pen & paper,
Passing notes.

it won't be okay one day
one day, when it all caves in
when the timber beams collapse
and all that i've swallowed and kept bottled
comes up, chokin'

self serving, desperate
loathsome
dimples
i must look off
refreshing

resolve to say much with little
to speak more with less
listing for silence

bend your words to air
and see them flow
bleeding forth
amid absent effort
the genuine stuff

the first time we touch
remind me not
to mark you
he might notice
and that'd be awkward
word
not like this isn't
now
how you do switch
with ease
turn off your feelings
cold freon
gonna be an eon
waiting to feel
like i could love again

***** around i guess
with old flames
until then
while they look
for the same thing
hang on
until desire is quenched
or i'm hanging
swingin'
higher and higher
keep on
higher and higher

can i
this mental block
is crazy
emptiness that fills
the void
inside
this cavity
that only grows
talent to please
but where's my appeasement
i invite relief
from lazy, uncaring parties
and get upset
when they prove what i was thinking
what you got
that i don't know
that makes you
so superior

we need to take
better care of one another
i have no brothers
just a sister and a father
but what about
those with neither
those with no one
who looks out for them
when they fall
never more graceful
than a feather
some get up
some never

Experience was without form,
And so I shaped instinct.
Between them was love,
And so they gave birth to intelligence-
But intelligence grew alone,
So they adopted wisdom.
And wisdom loved intelligence,
And honored their parents,
So they created a family.
There were all the emotions,
And all together they built a home.
There was the body,
Something physical to provide shelter.
We called the land Elysium,
And we were the Ethos.

you're "laughing out loud" at me
that's good
i hope its hearty
thank god i'm humorous
to bring elation to a life as dull as yours
and i'm not upset
cause i'm laughing too!

no fuss
no time to talk
in this lameduck generation;
a friend till the end would be nice
and if that can't arise, I suffice
a friend, generally and genuinely
is more than I can ask for

Perform playact, strut your stuff -
Always a fun time,
If you know how to bluff.
Make love all night, night turns to day -
Love under the sun,
Love in the shade.
Give it free or restricted,
If it's only kept to yourself
What's the difference?

All of the little ways-
I don't even like to say your name.
Not because of some control or power,
But because of who you are.
And I wish I could say
I want this to last forever
But I miss you with no measure
And the emptiness I feel-
Dying would surly prove better.
All the little lies
Told to myself, that keep me together-
Can't hold on forever

If you would rather **** off the sick
Because the premise of their care
Is too costly or burdensome,
You're far beneath me.
Hell, to me you're no one.
Just someone needing to be dealt with,
With the same level of care you show

reach out
and grab the hand
i extend
while it stands
while i can
because times are getting worse
we'll all be tightening our purse
like we should have our lips
as the dollar dips
and we are served
just desserts

sick of chasing
you're the one
that always
runs through my mind

this field
my makeup
reality
is muddled

eyes that echo
dreamy moonlit eves
i have to let go
if i don't i'll drown

leave, and make it
the last time you do
if you come down
i'm goin too

now i think
i'm happier than
i'll ever be
still in misery

that's the best
i can hope for
a loser like me
it's a mystery

why i still live
i appreciate
the love y'all give
but it's *******

so i'm hunting
this bottom is no peak
doubt i find what i seek
but won't catch me fronting

you never remember
there's been others
im sorry if september
comes seasons early
but you haven't been the only lover

curly headed idiot too stubborn
had a sister, but she beat on me
like a brother, like my grandfather
what drives the hearts that hurt
i ask, but the only answer i get is
seek cover

hey, it's things i'll get over
licking wounds is a past time
immemorially, since forever
not loving me is no crime
but doing what you have been
while being together
that points to other things
you're smart
read your signs

if you spy an opportunity
to help someone change
for the better
urge them to take it on
and offer assistance where you can

be the positivity you wish to see

but at a certain point
you may have to accept them
for who they are

we are all of us, limited in this condition

My honest opinion on hate?
Love it!
Smother it with compassion!
Being blindingly gentle
And barbarically kind!

love
they say of you
that our thoughts should never be in vain
even when you cause misery
even when you cause pain
to stay true to the soul
before you're taken by the soil
and not to let your heart be sullied
by the strains of the toil
loving can be
oh, but how wondrous
how absolutely terrific
certainly and undeniably
of all
the greatest thing we can share in
oh but how wondrous
loving can be

i've heard it said
of friends who can only bare
the weather fair,
that they are better left
in that climate, there
that of all your loves
the ones who don't give up
slog through the ****
all for the prospect
of living it up
that's who you do it for

open your heart
open your arms
open your mind
free the soul

The first time I met them,
I was met with silence;
These who did not speak.
They were unfamiliar with communication.
They were silent, but pondering beasts.
They looked up to me
With eyes full of fear.
Such beautiful innocence
When you lashed out at me,
For you were only trying to protect yourself
At what you perceived as dangerous.
But I placed my hand on your shoulder,
I rested my head against yours.
In your confusion,
I embraced you.

Don't stop walking, the path will appear before you;
Love will remedy all your pain if you keep your heart open.
It's not about what we think or feel, it's what we know.
So, surround yourself with good folks
Surrender, and just go with the flow

Gaia, of the Order(s) - Time;
Her companion & spouse.
Kronos, of the Order(s) - Nature;
His companion & spouse.

Collaborating in leadership,
Hand-in-hand, shoulder-to-shoulder.

Equal, sharing, their distribution(s).

Of Nature, Energy; the culmination
Of Experience.

Of Time, Wisdom; the distillation
Of Knowledge.

Wisdom - an expression of nature.
Energy - an expression of time.

how often do you go around
making beds
but never rest
you please on your knees
begging, baby
don't take out
the anger on me
it don't pay to be meek
but these words
are of no use
while we **** away our youth

Something to hold onto,
Pieces of this beating heart,
This bleeding hunk of meat
You pulled apart

Nothing to leave behind,
Emptied out old fool,
Call me crazy, act cool
I can recognize the signs

Along in the sun,
Along in the rain,
If you just believe
You can avoid so much pain

But I'm not able
Just to close my eyes
Push it deep down
And say I'm fine

commitments of convenience
where one gives another,
they lack themselves

valves let loose
and the sewer pipe spews
till the sludge run down
and your streets turn brown

joining the maelstrom

Mixing quantum theory & theology
To drive deeper, points of philosophy
That otherwise are lost
If, today, they come across
As too simplistic

Mixing my life & history with antiquity
Because so much of what is happening are
Trapped in patterns and sequences, being repeated
And to give life more interest and meaning

****, this website
Just ate one of my works.

One which was a repost
From January of 2024.

Relating how I was delving deeper
Into quantum theory & mythology,
Into the sciences broadly & philosophy.

How I was going to mix them
And make them intermingled.

How I would mix that of my life,
Or more aptly how I write of it,
With that of new science & old antiquity.

By mythology, philosophy, & theology.

So as to create digestable content
That inter-wove those concepts
To better translate them to any given audience.

the idea I made you feel shamed
or caused you anguish
is such a wretched feeling

Stars - gas all exhausted -
Under their own weight, collapse:
A lighthouse, crumbling

All those days, like a dunce
Sitting in the parking lot
Of her university.
A heart she never sees

I shutter desire,
I quiet fear,
And drag a rusty blade across my skin.
It's about what I let out,
Not what I've taken in.
These sweat and tears,
This blood that drops,
I hope you all soak it up.
Each of you, like ***** mops;
Never getting anything clean,
Just spreading all the muck around
And calling everyone *****.

why are you there
and not by my side
sharing my bed
slide inside
my head
and make yourself at home
pick me apart
dissect, and use my tendons
your marionette man

A bad day away
From the end of things,
Cause not a person stays.

And everything remains the same,

Despite all the change.

An hour to twelve,
When the clock strikes.
I burn one down.

And the match reminds me of hell;

Of dark depths, lit by scorching light.

Most deepest of desires, and precious hopes
We are fond of holding you close,
Fearful we will share our thoughts

And be lost to ourselves

To understand, what we know we never can

Very quickly, have my
Compatriots rushed to take sides
In wars & conflicts that are not ours
That have no real bearing on
The American Way Of Life.
And what is that, these days?
Because I know, from
Pouring over history
That we are a very aggressive peoples
Steeped in the rigors of tradition.
But, similarly, believe in equality & peace
And self-actualization & freedom.
We flip between beliefs, diametrically,
With seemingly little reason
More based on superstition.
I know of the hopes they held at the beginning;
The founders of the nation
Who were, in aspects, mistaken;
On women's rights, on enslavement,
And many more. But,
That is the bugle call of progress;
To right what is wrong.
Those things that must be addressed,
For the betterment of all