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today I saw a 3-D pen…

..and, as such, considered

the fact

or would it be

notion

of suicide

 

Not just

BY THOSE OF MY

generation

but by

pen

sharp object

despair

death sentence

 

 

Here I am

not exactly

 woman, hear me roar

everything verifiable is intuitive, and 
there will be time for bad things to happen

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HER NEMESIS

 

anti-TRUTH,

anti-BEAUTY

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9 muses 9 lines

9 muses 

Epic poetry – Poet laureate – as if maya Angelou read the song of myself   But As everyone together imagine-

Music – Lyric poetry – voice of angels

Healing arts – dynamic  exchange, science quantum physics

All-encompassing  species survival

Painting – Sculpture – Film and Photography

Performance Dance  theater installation

Storytelling – cave painting – chronicles of humanity

public architecture – collective space

Tragedy and Comedy actors writers giving experience meaning

muse of collaboration  directors and conductors  🙌🏼 Those who fuse the ones who lead  living energy

creativity as  not just talent or   none At all

the final

the muse of alchemy

 

in 9 sec

 

 

anesthetize don’t agonize


And so

It was

With great

Abandon that

She ruled

The world

 



where chaos unfolds

It’s hard to know why you live


III – THE end painting “OBEY”

The desire to continue

The need to breathe
The reconciliation and remorse
Acceptance and
a more perfect
union
The fluke
this thing we
Suffer

Pain 

Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot. 
-bukowski

Race to the bottom 

He was aquatic 

She, nomadic 

  • Theirs, a Predestined affinity 
  • for perishing

Refer unsung heroes
ever since 

then,

I knew mine was 

a life 

word bullons 

crude 

Contraband hush puppies 

Heroin””””””(filled) burritos 

Snuggling  so you don’t  (to?) have sharp objects on you when your spouse 

With That I think I’ll 

  • Preordained misery
  • Already knew 
  • Always, 
  • that 

Chironectes minimum

of South America


Ominous Rex

The ambient creature 

within its own midst 

Manages 

to kill 

the 

vulnerable 

Parts of itself 

So there is no more 

weakness 

for what is yet to come 

ㅠ.ㅠ

Took the moon from you

Like it was a curtain

lifted 

so you could see

your adoring fans again 

My love

He was her Quasimodo 

she was his bat in a belfry 
They were all they needed 

in life 

that was one realization

she could have  

used  20 years ago 

Katnandu

I don’t have much left 

to so or do  

So i might aS 

a precautionary measure —-

A counter-feasibility study on God 

Because all tend to agree 

Microwaves  are necessary 

evils

Now it’s not just the great but termites bite 

Death Card 

The Remiss minimalist 
The poetess begins 

A faint Grey takes hold 

She goes 

Remiss in her bliss

Life force trembling 

tenor of the Precipice 
And all is well 

He strokes her hair 

But which 

Pretell 

Is the real nightmare?






Sunset mixed with bouts of pain 


Who decided it was you?

She reluctantly weeps

He quivers

Sudden recognition 

Has become 

a life or death situation 


She stopped crying 

When the time on the face 

Froze at 1:23:37

The second hand the most unfounded 

Pyre of dissent 

No Warning 

For God’s sake 

They believe life is too short

Be kind when you can
When not defending your land
This land is our land

We began with a word

And that word
had wonder in it
or was it fear?
Was it yearning for God or love for our kin? Where you stand on this shows a lot about how we seem to devolve as a species rather than experience the maximum awareness, pursue the purest consciousness, save mankind from inevitable external destruction – prepare for that
instead of constant cock fights putting every living thing on this glorious planet in jeopardy over what? N Korea brainwashes its people in a different way than “America.” We are beyond that in some ways and yet beholden to this God-forsaken desertscape
We once thought decent
Believed was Good, innately
Cherished certain values after we thought the massive divisions after ww2 when we didn’t have so much attitude coming off of the Great Depression.

Yet here we are
Handed this god-damn mess
Well what if we don’t want it
Why do we have this bullshit happening now or nothing at all?

Are we happier as sheep? Get it over with already I say or hand us or swords and give us our daily rations of bread and water. This daily bile turning to nuclear holocaust is so fucking ridiculous I can’t believe I’m witnessing it – it’s like half the idiots can’t read so they forgot all of history including a few years ago, they want a cult leader they got one; the other half bemoans some fucking magical time when everything was apparently so great that it ended up in this steamroll of shit we have now. Hypocrisy, corruption, dishonesty and just pure disgrace populate the chambers and halls of “governance” we gave ourselves over to in the name of the values printed on our dirty money.

It sucks being Rome in the fall of the Roman Empire doesn’t it?

False Face Society 

One of the major causes for the creation of False Self identities is betrayal. It is a form of chaos which is caused when someone we trust is unfaithful, disloyal, or deceives us in some way. Identities are formed in an attempt to handle or overcome this crisis.

Crazymakers everywhere 

If someone abandoned you after your repeated efforts, you might absorb the message: “I can never do enough. I must prove that I can accomplish and do enough.

When you are told the same shaming story your whole childhood, you believe it, bury it, overcompensate for you darkest ingrained beliefs foisted upon you as a unassailable truth.


…we draw a false internal conclusion from the external events that occurred. We spin our mind in circles, desperately repeating the story to ourselves and trying to rationalize the shock that occurred when we were separated from love.

It’s so difficult to relive any of it.


Experience the core shame. The feeling your body is always trying to contract, avoid, distract, and disprove. 

Protect, suppress, deny, keep secret. 

..you do not heal the core shame, because it is false. As long as we try to heal it, our lives are still organized around the premise that it was true. How can we heal something if it is not even who we are? If we try to heal it, we are accepting that it is a part of who we are, which it is not. Instead, you are realizing that it is not who you are, and “un-being” it.