Thoughts are doorways into a reality
Which the thoughts themselves
Are only an idea of, a doorway to.
Thoughts are thus infinitely expansive things
Layer upon layer of implication and meaning
And yet, just an idea, an indication
And not the real thing.
All thoughts are like this
Even one as simple as,
“I want to eat cake.”
Since the words and idea
Is not at all the same as the desire itself.
And of course the desire, while real
Is not the cake.
And yet we live in a world of thoughts
About a world which is inherently beyond thought.
Layer upon layer, filling up a space
Which is infinitely fillable
But not just filling,
Furnishing, decorating, enhancing even
In our likeness, the likeness of our desire.
So thoughts are cool
Even when they aren’t and never can be
The real thing.
As they say, the map is not the territory
And thoughts are only how we make our maps.
The territory on the other hand
Is the space at hand.
(10/6/26)
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Blind Justice of Quotas
The gavel falls by decimal,
The judgement by percent.
The individual decreased to small,
A fraction of intent.
The scales she holds no longer weigh
The implication of the crime; They total up
The data-set to clear the queue of time.
Injudicious eyes are bound
To grids of black and white
Where no extenuating ground can alter
Wrong to right.
We trade the law for calculators, Truth for
targeted numbers.
Escaping fair adjudicators for anything that
computes.
She stands in stone, a blind sum capture to
A pie-chart, crown- a goddess turned outdated,
While column weigh her down.
A ledger filled, a ratio net, The target achieved
And clear;
While justice weeps inside the trap of a
Mathematical World.
Don’t say anything sharp lest the implication cut…
Search bar complicity,
Algorithm conspirators,
Digital manipulators,
Bending law to suit perversion,
Our sexualised youth,
Internet fed,
Corporate political lies,
Dressed as a lifestyle;
Undressed,
Exploitation as a business model,
The fifteen year old bikini model,
Jailbreak Jailbait,
Enter Ai,
Prompt; Undress…wave morality goodbye.
End…
by D.N. Read2026©
I don’t have time for this
These words
These endless words
Idle commuters
Waiting….impatiently
On the subway platform
Jostling for position
Hoping to get a seat
A gazing flash of light
These words
This compilation of compulsion’s creativity
Clamoring crazily
Challenging the implication
Of meter’s maniacal manipulations
Dancing on the head of a pen
Yet, I must choose
While listening to the chorus of
Pick me…pick me
And still … I listen to them
Weighing the worthiness of their weight
Knowing that they know their place
If I will but loosen my grasp
On the instrument
of our freedom
Attempting to think
As these reasoners of Greece
If I reason a
thirty-secondly
Of these, that'll give me peace
I must admit this
it is not how I
get my kicks, Reading all this
course material
so prolix, In all
fairness I must bequeath to
give my attention
to my teacher, To
study in waters muddy
Van Til and Bahnsen
make clear to reason
properly and retain a
child's ear, So don't
follow the world
Or seek its destination
By implication
Follow Christ and His
example, there is ample
Evidence for it
Social Media influencers on the racist right
said us Jews control radio and TV
That we rot the roots of morality’s tree,
The implication is clear; there’s no society free.
One TV personality invited a guy
who spouted reasons for Hitler's views
As the real deal, I wonder why
So much dumping on the Jews
They talk of the 'noticing' - a kind of right wing 'woke'
where folks wake up to Jewish control
They take advantage of a center that's broke
Old ideas corrupt a bewildered soul.
Some shout that we’re pushing everything gay,
Yet many gays march against Israel today.
On campuses now, free speech has its price—
Debate is forbidden; it just isn't nice.
Even China got into that social media bed
plus it helps Iran, the Houthis, lots more could be said
In Brooklyn, some blacks punch Jews in the head
In America, some Jewish blood spilt and ran red
Yes, it’s true we have fools, that cross red lines,
Who chase after causes that darken our times.
But most of us build, most of us mend—
Confuse friend and foe, and you hasten the end.
Bad ideas never die
Let's stand firm against the lie.
Nations, countries, territories
You can’t see me over those
Piles of rubbish, telling stories
Fake old glories they impose
They attempt to pluralize me
Politicians of all sorts
As if I was legalizing
Their repressions by default
Hope you won’t generalize me
For some doctrine or a scam
You can always sympathize me
Taking me for what I am
For I’m not an implication
Of some national decree
I’m a different variation
Written in a different key
I’m a ball your dog would like to
Play with, in the afternoon
I’m a sunbeam, shining through
Leaves of autumn in your room
You would laugh and think I’m crazy
(Those who aren’t, must be rare)
At the last row I’m a gazer
Sleeping in my easy chair.
I have been feeling so suspicious of everyone these past few weeks.
As if I have to tiptoe around everyone else's reality.
So that I’m not burdened by someone’s implication.
Which could change my life.
I’ve been fearing obstacles that aren’t even in my way.
They are simply fixtures that I had simply never noticed before.
That doesn’t make me any sharper or smarter.
All I can see is an endless wooden mosaic…
That is actually a train track.
With real danger approaching.
And of course the train in this metaphor is-
Everyone who has been acting suspicious these last few weeks…
Not lying outright
is far from the truth
Hesitance vacuous
barren of fruit
What never gets said
deceitfulness hides
Stalking and preying
while buried inside
The pulpit a soapbox
lectern a mask
Pontification
deceptions bombast
Wittingly fervent
the devil subverts
False implication
—the ultimate hurt
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.
Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.
Her form as mother to her virtuous boys
Nurturing their daily school work— the best
With the fear of God excellent they go.
Ergo the performance of her boys is excellent
With regards to her belief.
In her shadow delights the success of life
With allegiance her boys return, thus,
An appreciative symbol— for the work Holy Trinity has enlightened unto them
United they come, same they go.
Trinity: the school with dignity of all schools
The Best in the country
All others seem to be better, but
Holy Trinity possesses the Best.
Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.
Intermutanda, Constantia: her motto
An implication of consistency in academic excellence
In her form is excellence prevailed
Imparture of knowledge to empty little boys
As to the Messiah's impartment to his disciples
Before leaving the Earth.
Her form as mother to her virtuous boys
Nurturing their daily school work— the best
With the fear of God excellent they go.
Ergo the performance of her boys is excellent
With regards to her belief.
In her shadow delights the success of life
With allegiance her boys return, thus,
An appreciative symbol— for the work Holy Trinity has enlightened unto them
United they come, same they go.
Trinity: the school with dignity of all schools
The Best in the country
All others seem to be better, but
Holy Trinity possesses the Best.
You will say something mundane
and a sudden potency
will scratch my skin.
I mention an ordinary thing
and you show me where
my words are smooth satin
or an abrasion.
An invisible tissue
connects our common language,
mutual conjunctions translate
nuance and implication.
I imagine the tympanic bones
of our ears as they converse,
the contrary vibrations
forming chess moves
that mesh and utter.
What we hear is our own listening
where sounds pronounce themselves
in our mouths yet unsaid,
even though,
we still we occasionally misread the obvious -
misunderstand a silence.
In waiting we shall perish.
As we are dazzled but embarrassed.
There is no shortage of eternity.
All that is left is the company-
Of all these other people with bulging hearts.
But even those that are in this institution can be pulled apart.
We all wait to be taken to the back room to be mangled.
I lie in bed, for any movement will make me tangled.
All I can do is cry in ignorance.
For those who I fear are being stricken for taking a stance.
There are these uncaring people holding vigil.
Over me and all these other individuals.
I am left with nothing but the implication.
That my family is fading like my shallow exhalations.
Things can be important. Trivial in attributes but bearing the full potential of posing an existential question. These are implicit in manner but highly stressed to push further, push for more. We can only try to the very end, and ultimately it can still be an utter failure.
From the window, the outside world is quite visible. Little birds are hopping, the chirping of birds are resonating with the tranquil light reflected on those green leaves of trees. A bliss of kissing sunlight, everything everywhere.
An emergency situation is a trigger moment of a potential threat. Further aggression in vulnerabilities of ongoing life. A tune of a morbid past, uncertain present, and forced implication of a foreseeable future. A much-needed strength to bypass and bypass more, another vital question of life.
And life is happening somewhere, out there.
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