No question is harder than this alarming dialogue
must I completely forget each joy given to me?
Fear is the adversary; it suggests I remain free:
no vision is equal to this imagination so vague!
It's a disadvantage to express beliefs that are rejected
by the masses manipulated by contrasting science, not faith;
they become invalided by bizarre minds lacking worth,
and they affect us with their derogative philosophy of creed!
When untruths are perceived as facts and truths as misconception,
we run the risk of irrationality and stand on the brink of confusion;
where's the authentic sense of reason that connects us to reality?
Be transformed by all invisible forces and you'll lose your sanity!
No prospective is clearer than the one that's ever present
and deviates us from the right course taken by old wisdom;
will we err by irrational wish, by naive reaction or foolish intent?
In this circle of extreme folly, we choose allusion over realism!
It comes and goes but often stays
Sinking its sharp teeth into my shoulder
I pray it will soon disappear and go away
But it lingers as emotions rage and smolder
Waking up to teeth blaring and knowing
Negative thoughts will be stirred and flowing
I try to shake it off, with logic and reason
But It never dies and reappears every season
Drool from its ravaged mouth can cover me in fear
Immobilizing me, not sure which direction to steer
It feeds on irrationality and becomes a powerful force
Only positive thoughts can help me get back on course
This beast is called anxiety, controller of the mind
It’s a battle I fight to win and leave the negativity behind
an existence of time...
perceived as -
an existential phenomena...
be labelled as -
an irrationality of change...
stan sand
The Man in the White House
Watches with a cautious eye
Aware his term of office
Is swiftly flowing by.
The man in Number 10
Still thinks his country Great
As he creeps and craws to
His trans Atlantic mate
The Man in the Kremlin
Wanting territorial gain
Wreaks havoc and despair
On the defiant Ukraine
The man in Pyongyang
Just doesn’t care
How his irrationality
Drive nations to despair.
The Quiet Man of Beijing
Very seldom seen
Flexes his muscles
There behind the scene.
The working man in general
No matter what his location
Labours long and hard just
To maintain his situation.
There's a symbol for our justice,
Holding scales while she is blind.
Yet it seems the 'MAGAteers' have extended
This further, adding deaf and dumb to their mind.
Because they have made the choice not to
See, hear, or think, as they ignore reality.
While they follow a corrupted voice, laden
With false notions and irrationality.
This conviction has seduced their soul, with
Visions of fear and lethal consequence sustained.
Using a barrage of powerful fiction, giving faith
To a utopia without discord ... but they're ordained.
The stupidity is clearly seen, as they avoid
Any facts that disturb their view.
As these followers become so deeply entrenched,
They can't escape the shadow that's untrue.
Having seen the danger progress, while a
Fragile democracy wavers on the brink.
Watching a majority come under constant attack,
And a privileged minority tries to silence those who critically think.
Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment;
Of our lust for not the future but the moment
In bold they write
headlines with demeaning adjectives
that best describe our tribe - negros
A continent taken as just a nation
With a bunch of foolish souls
With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials:
Followers of a God that is partial.
What they will never show
Is the hope and courage dancing
In those malaria eyes
The trueness in our loose ties
They won't write,
Stories of how our crudeness
Made them their goodness
Of us being their reservoir
A training ground for their geniuses —
Perfect confirmation of their guises.
Will they ever have those eyes?
Those that see us as civilized humans
Minding our own business.
irrationality is maintained
by...
the systematic geometry
it...
sustains against itself as
an...
equivalence consistency
to...
be as i pi e or phi that's
as...
functionally manifesting
by...
transcendental numbers
stans sand
a point is balanced by its empty space
contraction is balanced by expansion
gravitation balances space
mass balances energy
change balances continuity
irrationality balances 'pi-e-phi' numerical continuities
a numerical existence balances the mental illusion of 'change as time'
mass contraction balances energy expansion as/of a bubble of time
a slow burning candle flame balances wax consumption with energy loss
understanding is a balance between input and output
irrational time perceptions are balanced as/by continuities in/of mind
a large bubble is balanced by the number of small bubbles it becomes
no two things in existence are equally balanced space-times
a lifetime is a time bubble balance in a temporary space-time environ
a lifetime is but the balancing of a candle flame with its space-time
find a slowed life time bubble-balance continuity in an irrational lifetime
stans sand dust
Uncharted seas
they are sailing in
time and again
along lines of flight
they defy surveillance
and smuggle
their clandestine dreams
braving
propaganda
indoctrination
derision
oppression
and whatnot
They elude despair
and evade the smear
of the myriad accusations
hailing them
each time they dare
to word their needs
and speak their hearts
infantilism
immaturity
ignorance
irrationality
greediness
disloyalty
lovers of anarchy
and whatnot
Those unseen
whose eyes
are riveted on
tolerance
equality
justice
equity
and whatnot
they will never
give themselves up
to that old mantra
once bitten, twice shy
The time-framed mirror made of me
reflects the pernicious perception of fear,
looking at it I’m mortally scared,
and sink immobile in the state of stasis.
An emotion engulfed by trepidation,
bewildered by the flight of fight option,
gets trapped in irrationality of phobia,
while freeze response shrivels my mind.
The sane sense loses the escape route,
disappears in the miasma of loneliness,
petrified mind meanders in dense darkness,
trying to find the instinctive observer, me.
As that me turns into a fright sensor
in the dark abyss of scary isolation,
my detached soul strives to abandon it
to show the way how to transcend fear.
August 28, 2021
Brian Strand Contest : A Strand (1059)
My grandparents are too old to visit, the girl tells me.
I ask how old, and discover they are ten years younger than I am.
She laughs when I reveal this.
They are old people old, she insists.
Why don’t you get to know them? I suggest.
They are too old, she says, dismissively.
Not understanding the irrationality of it.
I am 68. They are 58 and 57. What am I missing?
They ACT old she says.
Oh.
Okay.
Now I get it.
I look at the drawings,
I know it’s all fantasy.
I look at my life,
I know it’s all reality.
I look at the writings,
I know it’s all irrationality.
I look at my feelings,
I know it’s all tragedy.
I look at the words,
I know it’s all imaginary.
Human beings are natural mystics.
And irrational characteristics
often lead us astray,
keeping logic at bay.
Satan tempts us with facts and statistics.
In my dream, I reached a barren land of death
And I realized, I never saw a butterfly on a flower
I never saw, In recent days.
I kissed my dream gently; she needs rest assured
As, after all the sounds of life and laughter
Remains the sound of silence.
And I saw myself; I was a daughter of a Bedouin
who stoned his flesh to death.
To bid her farewell.
I saw myself, and I was a soul who cried,
"Father, I won't go anywhere.
Why are you killing me, then?"
Those souls are all saved, received the divine mercy
As His mercy outshines His wrath.
Only stains of blood turn darker like irrationality.
mind under control
here i sit not giving a sh-t
(t-rump'd this morning : )
trying to describe unpredictability
randomness...irrationality
the real and or the imaginary
the stuff of life
central nervous system and mind
logics matrix of mathematical digits
the balance is real
dimensions....constants
context...content
fractal scales
reality frequencies
(visited an old fishing spot today : )
stan sand
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