Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light
Though sun arise, and skies shine blue
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
To Logos thence they bid adieu
Let now with good the bad unite
Some folks believe, "All things are true."
And darkness can alloy with light
Even Judas,
a traveler through the night of betrayal,
left behind crumbs,
feeding the shadows of birds
hidden in the ashes of forgetting.
Betrayal does not scream,
it learns to keep silent,
becomes patience,
a crippled love
feeding on promises
lost in abysses,
where time breaks
into shards of destiny.
His logic was not the kind
that sprang from a sound mind.
To wit, he defined a catalyst
as a feline specialist;
and, by his logic (and now yours),
concluded that an analyst
must likewise be a specialist –
if you’re slow, don’t analyze this!
When I’m not tapped into a music stream.
I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.
But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
sexual frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures
So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
with-'in tell-all gents'
comes a 'lodged-hic'
that is 'nay-too sure-all'
with respect 'survive-all'
len
I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold
I quaked in resonance with the breeze
If you're young inside, you never get cold
Its recriminations that make your spirit freeze
I wept beneath the weeping willow
It felt like the right place to cry
Under its cascades I found a pillow
Had a sad feeling, didn't know why.
When autumn colored I found a burning bush
Its red leaves engrossed my mind
I was aimless; needed a push
A small voice told me which path to find.
The wind sounded eerie through the screaming tree
I thought of ghosts, and the sum of all fears
I looked for clues at the canopy
I learned life was not as it appears
They laugh when I followed the cedar and oak
then turn around to tie their ship to any fad
To be swayed by trees may be a joke
But following herd river is just as bad.
I'll take a subliminal hint from every tree
Can you trace your worldview from what planted the seed?
I'll go with botany, to some degree
You can go with the river; I'll go with this creed.
box store drills were eighty dollars and up
we stopped and priced them on our way to sup
Guess I will order one on Amazon, husband finally said
We got one for fifty, and she is pretty – pink and red.
Ladies worth are in the kitchen,
But this generation, Gen Z sold them out to men.
What's the logic?
Human can't live without food,
Yet ladies worth are now in men custody,
Because men in charge of the kitchen
You may ask, why am I so proud?
It's because that's what I worked hard for.
I'm proud of my craft, my worth, my art.
What I do is none of your business,
I'm just reaping what I've sown.
Seeing me write poems, create content,
Do spoken words, it's all my cooking, I don't beg you to eat.
Don't question my pride, it's earned.
I'm a product of my dedication.
In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing total apathy
The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.
mystical essence
spring has a spirit presence ...
lost on logic mush
Some people are bucolic
Too sentimental to understand
You can't win the argument
Even when you are right,
Because tears come
Before logic comes to their lips.
The meteor was coming near
But little Robbie had no fear
His parents knew earth was DOA
But he tried to argue, to save the day.
He said, “Dear Space Rock, don’t I have rights
My life and liberty are in your sights
I like puppies and cats, and elephants too
You’re coming for me, but what did I do?”
Robbie’s Dad said "son, a rock can’t feel
There’s no moral part to which you can appeal
It doesn’t matter how nice you are
We’re at the mercy of a shooting star."
The meteor missed, the earth was fine
But still it was the end of the line
The ideologues came for Robbie’s Dad
He tried to argue, his naivete was sad.
The ideologues had a one-track mind
It was year one, time to leave the past behind
No freedom, no rights, that was the deal
They just laughed at Robbie's father's spiel
When criminals or ideologues, have you in their sights
Say goodbye to logic, and to your rights
Look around, the dominos fall
Can't argue with a rock, can't charge at a wall.
I sat down with a notebook
A soft buzz in my head
Words were there
Then slipped away
Like smoke through fingers
Disappearing into thin air
Ideas floated just out of reach
Like clouds in a sky too bright
Drifting…
Never landing…
The pen hovered, touching the paper
Then the ink ran
Like a dream fading at dawn
I tried to grasp
A thought or spark
It unraveled…
A tangled thread of meaning
Too fine to trace
I laughed, maybe too loud
Wondering if the silence
Had more to say
Than the words I could not find
The clock ticked slowly
Time stretched like elastic
Nothing stuck
Nothing anchored
I stared at the page
Waiting for the wind
To bring the words back
But they lingered in the mist…
A flock of birds
Just out of sight
Beyond the reach
Of this hazy morning
Every mistake we make without malice
with more ignorance than knowledge
the correct result always appears even
by trial and error and the law of chance
if it does not cause irreparable damage
... in the process... !
TO MAKE ERROR IS A HUMAN THING BUT BE CAREFUL !!!
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