We used to kill the tv Now we kill the phone . Faux statements of apparent behavior . When was the last time you weren't Given a lens . We know Things exist The possibilities of misconduct are horrifying . What makes a person good, or worthy of trust? My greatest fear, is a conclusive … Continue reading Buhhhh-di! (Remember the other Shore?)
Month: February 2020
Bias #3
I imagine some enlightened being would say, You have to understand how others believe To fully understand the totality of fabrication
Paradigm Arrest
Vulnerable You can never really express it That's the nature . Life is lived By the expectations of others You can obtain (not use) rational morality . Be careful of lines drawn in the sand You soon find yourself on the wrong side Swords draw quickly . Vulnerable, what horrid reality When two conclusions Arise … Continue reading Paradigm Arrest
Shot Through My Soul
The world may be better off without me . but I don't wanna die . Try as might to kill negative thinking . Stuck motionless watch my sinking . It isn't artistic to be blue . No information leads the Truth . Alone I'm standing Still like doe Your righteousness aiming Shot through my soul
What Should Come To Pass
(I think this was taken in Aosta Italy somewhere, it was a long time ago, so?) Where we differ... I believe in right action You believe in right outcome I believe in no grounds for harm You believe it is a step upon the path How can we know peace If fighting is all that … Continue reading What Should Come To Pass
Critique
People are works of art With their own strengths Gifts, weakness, and perception When taken as a whole A grand museum of masterpieces Encompassing all of humanity's flawed ideals Ignorance is gifted by critique Artists attempting to define their greater value Burning the works of "lesser" beings Suppressing common knowledge Hiding the lessons of the … Continue reading Critique
Winter Mind
How can one sow The pure philosophy of snow Footprints to last or no In it, where is safe to go Hold tight with warmth of fire Purity and chaos Light desire With thick flake of falling snow The touch of the cheek will know With wet flake and fast wind Point head down, press … Continue reading Winter Mind