Da Vinci’s art the Mona Lisa & The Last Supper,
subjects of mega conspiracy theories include the portrait of her
Kept anatomical sketches, lists of lexicon & syntax in a notebook
The Codex Trivulzianus is a manuscript worth a look
An ideal rose smile.. like the the ever flourishing brook
DSA’s* goal is unfettered communism
government ownership of the means of production
Always proven to be the ideal recipe`
for a free country’s self-destruction
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'DSA' stands for 'Democratic Socialists of America.' The
new Mayor of New York City, Zoran Mamdani, is a
prime example of their ilk.
I fuss and fidget over every line
Perhaps I’ll think of a fancier rhyme
Does my imagery delight
Are the analogies all right
Ye gads, what of lilt and flow
Is a sonnet the way to go
So many elements to consider
Let it not turn me bitter
I’ve got some tea for y’all,
but I’m not sure you can handle it.
This isn’t the kind you just listen to —
you’ve got to understand the weight of it,
the seriousness,
the intensity of what I’m about to say.
You once told me
that as long as I’m happy, you’d stand by me.
But right now, it’s deeper than happiness.
Being around her doesn’t just make me smile —
it brings me peace.
The kind of peace
like water resting quietly in a pot.
She once told me she feels safe around me.
And that alone said a lot.
She’s a Proverbs 31 woman, no doubt.
Not because she flatters me.
Not because she opened the door of her life to me.
But because she truly carries herself
like an ideal woman.
In my mind, that’s where she lives now.
And I hope one day
she finds it worthy enough
to sign the contract for permanent residence.
Make me a proud man among my kinsmen.
Lift my name high in the circle of my boys.
Place a crown upon my head…
And allow me —
allow me the honor
of making her my queen
IDEAL HARMONY
allusive
signs
manifest
exhort
&compensate
uniting
a
synthesis
of
tangible
egalitarian
phenomena
communing
alongside
subsidiary
pursuit
in
decorative
aesthetic
spectrums
(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Ideal and real exist in opposition
Like two children on a playground teeter-totter
Two children who will grow
To be completely different adults.
Idealism is the default of all infants
And is what all mature humans grow out of
Sooner or later, all too often much later,
Perhaps for some
Not until the moment of death.
It feels good after all to want what you want
And even expect to get it!
But realism sees beyond such wants
To what is.
Realism is the philosophy of accepting
Simply what is.
While idealism wishes for what can be
It may even seem noble
Yet is in-fact the ultimate intolerant view,
And taken to the extreme
Has led to the worst atrocities
In human history.
Does realism sometimes lead to atrocities?
Perhaps, but to the realist
They would just be necessity.
So idealism is the philosophy of infants and tyrants,
While realism makes do
And gets along as best as can be.
But this doesn’t have to be a morose fatalism
As there is always a bright side.
There is always a new day dawning
Somewhere at this very moment.
That isn’t idealism
That’s very real.
(1/30/25)
balancing the inward and outward
marrying material and spiritual as an artform
showcasing the objective and subjective
conjuring both philosophical construct and aesthetic ideal
the aspiration a way of life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
.
.
Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
spring gifts us with ideal breezes - joyous fragrant kisses of bliss
Ideal World
Ideal World. Everybody wants it. But what world is the right one for the ideal?
There are so many ideal worlds. Subjectively. All the people want their ideals
One planet, one ideal. Right. One planet and so many ideas, it doesn’t work
Ideal worlds. Everyone wants their own – the personal one. It is a selfish choice
Ideal World. Everyone needs the best future. Collectively. Proactive individuals
Proactive individuals, the creative parts of the new world, flourishing living ideals
I am weary of politics,
its plastic people
and the endless lies,
the glorification
of the outrageous antics
of the rich and famous,
the intolerance
and exclusivity preached
by most religions,
sensationalist media
who seek to deceive
and divide for the sole
purpose of ratings.
I am tired of excuses
and the way in which
honest people are exploited,
the power of big corporations
and angered by the mistreatment
of our planet. I am sick
of the promises made
by a world addicted to wealth
and the necessity to own
the latest must have gadget
and the modernist doctrine
of the primacy of the “self”.
We have lost our way
by abandoning the sacred,
the soulful connection
to the earth and what lay
beyond. My old and perhaps
naive mind imagines an ideal
where the world and life is not
configured to serve our most
unholy needs
but to those that will lift us
towards the greater good.
I want a simple life
I want to own a farm
With a lot of trees
Bearing fruits
I want to have a garden
Full of vegetables
And spicy plants
I want a poultry
For native chicken
I want a green fields
To raise goats and sheeps
I want a house near
A flowing river
I want my house
Of wooden fence
Surrounded by tropical
Flowers and hanging orchids
I want my house colored
Peach and evergreen
I want a family of my own.
Beauty is refined,
But a clean soul and open heart,
Now that's exquisite.
You're my ideal.
You're so beautiful to me.
You are so regal.
You make so much love with me.
You and I are meant to be.
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