Many things are not explained.
I fell asleep in a sepulchre of words
in my quest for further understanding.
I gathered their meanings one by one
arranging them in patterns
according to colour;
aligning them in rows
according to size.
Some comforted, some injured;
they all tasted different.
Not all of them meant well
and many were ambiguous.
I was bewildered by their variety,
their complex duplicity
and singular simplicity.
Some were sharp and well defined,
others dubious and unrefined.
Although not native to them,
I felt at home in their midst;
and from the time they started
to visit my dreams, I felt accepted
and became one with them,
almost.
You can tell I’m not the real McCoy,
not from the words themselves
but from the way they are strung together:
Byzantine pearls from the Near East
held together by
a Hellenic twist.
Ambidextrous people have to be
Ambiguous when deciding which hand to use to their
Advantage. They have the
Ability to use either hand with
Authority. It is
Amazing under what circumstances they can
Achieve a goal and
Appear effortless with left or right.
stairs
probability
invisible
flight
aloft
faltering
ingrained
sculpture
of
mental
monolith
surreptitious
&
past
pinned
in
existential
root
while
extant
present
manipulative
momentum
&
intent
futuristic
circumscribed
eternal
sanguinity
in
time
continuum
lure
of
nowhere
infinite
What is more terrifying than a closed door?
A breath, a floorboard creak, a dull thud of
danger impending. A shadow fleeting, a rustle
of leaves from window left open. A sigh in silence.
The threat and the jolt, the spook, stalk and kill;
the call is coming from inside the house.
What is more terrifying than a closed door?
An opening to nowhere to ambiguity to hollow,
to fear, fall or flounder, to stagger then stumble. A pit.
Beyond that closed door, beyond key, lock and bolt
are sentences incomplete, threads still unspooling,
whispers vague and steam swirling. An intangible 'then'.
An open door, however, is in fact more terrifying:
the unknown bend of a corridor, a life mapped
out on tracing paper. Invisible ink dropped,
dotted behind. Splashes unseen left as breadcrumbs.
• In the good ol' days
• I used to wait
• Nowadays I'm used as bait
Ambiguous loss,
prompted inner change
Ambiguous Domestic Abuse.
The hall mirror, has gone.
It was my cage door!
My daily changing reflection
side glanced swift as
an un-robed ghost i begin again,
last step stairs sitting,
stareing unblinked, eyeliner floods
cloud my slited vision, blurred
and faint pulsed, but no pain.
Stagnant the visionless mourning morning
it does not move, and
if you are awake, neither do I,
Beyond the gapeing splintered
front door, lies a tiny piece of
what could be, for me.
Betrayed in public, by two running colours
Do you see many snacks on the counter?
Perhaps the homeowner eats many,
and the snacks you see were set out yesterday
to be gone tomorrow.
Perhaps the homeowner does not eat them at all,
and the snacks you see were a gift,
or an ill-considered purchase.
We will always judge,
but let us not be too hasty in our conclusions.
13 July 2023
P.S. How many weeks will it take for me to get through the pretzel sticks and tortilla chips on my counter? I have no idea, but I imagine some of them will still be around in September :)
Ambition is a driving force,
Admirable in many ways,
That's only, of course
If nobody else has to pay
Ambition can help you prosper,
And live life to the full
Ideas that you had fostered
Start to become fruitful.
People look up up you,
Admire your "get up and go."
Some may envy your success,
Others think you are on show.
He has always been ambitious,
Reaching for the stars
People can be malicious
Ambition can cause scars.
The ambitious can be ruthless,
In their pursuit of acclaim
Their one purpose in life is to
Amass money, power and fame.
We need ambitious people,
So we may forge ahead
We don't need power-hungry people
Who are greedy and easily led.
Life loses it's value when the self is satisfied
Until they find out there is nowhere left to hide
Ambition is a driving force,
Admirable in many ways,
That's only, of course
If nobody else has to pay!
I am breathing? am I breathing?
my corpse thinks so laying somewhere;
if there is life, I can't decide-
and of my death, no one takes care
if I'm dead, why there is no one
to bury my corpse under six feet?
if I'm alive, why there is none?
why I'm numb? and, any treat?
my eyes are open, world's absent,
blood is drying on my body curves,
some flies are sitting on my wounds,
which seems unpleasant to my nerves!
July 06, 2022
The hall mirror, has gone.
It was my cage door!
My daily changing reflection
side glanced swift as
an un-robed ghost i begin again,
last stairs step sitting,
stareing unblinked, eyeliner floods
cloud my slited vision, blurred
and faint pulsed, but no pain.
Stagnant the visionless mourning morning
it does not move, and
if you are awake, neither do I,
Beyond the gapeing splintered
front door, lies a tiny piece of
what could be, for me.
Betrayed in public, by two running colours.
ambiguous
the gulf to cross
from friends to lovers
AP: 3rd place 2020
lol
its meaning
p!ease do tell
laugh on line
thats just fine
maybe
to dine
lets order linguini
a problem .. you see?
such a blur
lots of laughter
get off my cloud
laugh out loud
lots of love
from above.
xx
Trump Tries To Be Ambiguous
Trees will drop leaves when deciduous,
And if Trump he tries to be ambiguous;
Feeling crappy,
Wearing nappy;
Being an idiot with has been contiguous.
Jim Horn
Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth ...
Nothing but the truth?
Yes, possibly
Probably
Maybe
Perhaps
A liar’s truth
is always questionable at best
At worst, very ambiguous
Their philosophical truth salad
is tossed blue in the gray
Your foggy evening twilight
is their misty dawn day
A liar’s truth
is always ambiguous at best
At worst, a needed lie detector test
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