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A crime against man.
Committing suicide
A crime against man.
Committing suicide
Attempted suicide...
On the other hand...
Not suicide
Therefore, suicide is a criminal act and an attempt is not.
Sense can find way by understanding that man is of intellectual supremacy.
Man who attempts suicide is not committing suicide.
Meaning that no crime is committed.
Grey areas persist.
Life is an opinionated subject.
Face your own facts and serve justice accordingly so.
This is the finely lined aspect.
People often make errors in judgment(s).
That being said.
All of this...
Suicide is a crime.
But, the prosecution rests its case as justice is served through such death.
Man is of supreme intellect.
An attempt at suicide is more often a cry for help than a criminal act to the likeness of actual; completed suicide.
Smart people would, and often do, succeed in their attempt(s) of stealing their own lives—in the successful (failure) of actual suicide.
Suicide is a crime.
A murder in fact...
Attempted suicide is given exemption of law due to such intellectual rationalization.
Realizing that suicide will happen if actuated with (ir)rational intellectual reticulation.
At the end of the day we can all rest assured with this next line to be true.
Thou shalt not kill...
Including you—
12/07/2016
you bastard
you took something from me that no one else has or could or would
I want it back you creep but you're dead your glowing obituary honoring
the many years of public position as a chiropractor and husband and
father of five what would they all say huh i bet they'd call me a liar and
just a sicko trying to get revenge or publicity or some other absurd
inane rationalization instead of believing their beloved doctor could do
such a thing to another human being by the way this poem has no
punctuation because you don't deserve the time or energy required you
sick sorry son-of-a-***** and the worst thing is I let it go I never confronted
you while I had the chance because I was so ashamed I wonder how many
others you took such liberties with under the guise of your practice THEY
are the reason I should have spoken up but I was a coward such secrets
you have taken to the grave and they are rotting with you decaying and
stinking like holy hell the shame you passed along with the act was your
insurance wasn't it you bastard you counted on it and counted on it rotting
right along with everything else but there's no grave for my memory no
such sad sorry end just IT rotting along in my head and the horrific carrion
stink that fills my senses rotting curses and names and empty vengeful
thoughts I save for you that I'll never get to shove in your twisted face
BEING HUMAN
Brave she was and searched for light in blinding darkness
Encouraged by intense desire she illuminated odds and evens
Intuitively she knew how madness was insanely normal
Not straying from the path of love and kindness empathy she
Gallivanted meandered in everlasting human passion for the truth
Humble modest and embracing she cast comfort and compassion
Unsurpassed inquisitive kindness and belonging and she ventured
Manifold on many pathways star charts pedalled mutual attraction
At many crossroads halted listened reflected glistened followed heart’s emotion
Never ending moon spoons scooping longing souls embodied Universe
Bestowed upon with gravitation sense and sensual sensation he
Entered entertained a new realm of depth enlightenment and feeling
Intertwined his wings her roots their flights of fancy grounded elevation
Nurtured natured danced nubile naked dreamscapes fantastic fantasy
Gave rise with her together to birth to freedom liberation new beginnings
He liberated consciousness from iron cages of defence rationalization
Unwound some endless loops of gloomy thoughts and doom and
Mastered majestic miracles of letting go releasing gathering complete
And unbelievably mosaic canvass stretching poetry in motion tapestry
Near fairy tale community of clarity togetherness gratitude and joy
Being lost and found in each and other in each other in enterprise
Enchantment and the aura of unexpected unchartered magnitude
Intense illuminated rainbow spectrum’s crimson violet orange indigo
New found mindful mind and minds affection intellectual pheromones
Glowed panoramic mounts and para-mounts aphrodisiac amour took shine
“Human-amour’ being two in one and one in two human humane and beautiful
Untold stories history projections narration twine of lover’s union fashioned
Multiple layers dimensions soul mates and twinned and mingled twinkling eyes
And trusted in trusted holding hands and holding him and her and them and with
No other words expressing human being’s beauty than love and love and love
04th July 2016
You created a prototype version of me
Like my Developer, you wrote my eyes so I could see
You wrote my voice so I'd have a voice to speak
You developed a side of my program that was absolutely unique
You were the reason for my laughter on my saddest days
You wrote my clarity for my haziest of ways
You wrote my vision & my ability for a collective conscience
You were my rock, my inspiration, & my constant
The consistent side in an inconsistent existence
My Developer, my mentor, & teacher from a distance
The wheel in which spins 'round & 'round
You were my balance, my polarity, & my ground
You were the calming rationality in an ADHD-defected mind
You were the one and only masterpiece design
You were the one that made my program align
The mysterious hacker from my youth
Converted my Hollywood Star Cinema from a mundane mute
You're my routine in a wickedly chaotic life
You're my strength, my bravery, & my might
Even way back then you held my key on a USB
Of a locked up program I didn't know was inside of me
Your Developer's eyes saw things I couldn't see
You're the serious rationalization of the politically-correct, no bull, ethical side of me
And you're reinforcing my confidence & promoting my independence
Developing the upgraded prototype of me...
Just as easy as it may be for you to quit your job and find another of equal credibility...You are exactly that expendable.
Take a moment to look after both little and big decisions.
Especially in "the heat of the moment..."
Words are an act once spoken upon another individual.
A children's rationalization seems to be in propriety.
"Why is it not smart to tell secrets in a corn field?"
"Because there are too many ears..."
A joke is more than likely based on a bit of wisdom.
Allow learning to be had in even the most 'seemingly' irrational scenarios.
Positive advice from Ir0nic zInk—
12/08/16
When I let go of all types of people in my life
Little by little went the dissolving strife
Slow and more slowly crept in the peace
Cutting off that dead fruit in my life was a relief
More vividly and beautifully my days started to come
Coming back into me - the joy and sense again of being young
Age is but a number - in a world of numbers
Be one of those awoken and not one of those that slumbers
You can't help what others say and do
All you can help is the reaction of you
Leave the past behind and just walk away
Never believe those who say they'll stay
Never believe anyone or anything if your vibe and energies are off
Always trust it - even if making sense it's not
Keep alert with eyes open and maybe you'll see
Just what that intuition that day was telling you and me
Find rationalization in a world that makes absolutely no sense
Eloquently performed - leave no fingerprints
Be tolerant of others and their beliefs
Be the much-needed planet's masterpiece
I'm not the average stupid mundane broad that's so stupid that I cannot see
That you get a rise and sick pleasure, when you intentionally hurt me
A sociopathic, psychotic, and paranoid-schizophrenic narcissist is all you'll be
Your soul only operates when you're syphoning life forces of the weakened prey
Every day you wear a mask 'cause you aren't willing to learn the righteous way
You're stuck in your past time-warp of dilapidated mistakes you can't cut loose
You have no knowledge of common sense or rationalization truths
You'd rather be stubborn and stay in your low-frequency comfort-zone
Instead of giving a real loyal woman after 7.5 years her own rightful home
Your words say you want me to be treated as a queen ruling an invisible castle
'Cause every time we try and work as a team - it becomes an udder disaster
You made all these promises, said all these sweet-nothings - turned lies
But still over and over you force me over and over again - thousands of tries
You're only "in love" with me on Mondays, Wednesdays, and maybe Fridays
Yet, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays you hate me - not my days
I'm your little puppet-stringed elf, and your pu$$y-slave you can up and use
Still you kept this "acting like you were madly in love with me" just a rouse
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
Do you remember how close we used to be?
It was me & you & you & me
You were the fresh air I breathed
You were the touch of sanity & normalcy I need
When it was you & me...
My pen-pal within my unremembered dreams
You were the lenses in my glasses to see
The pep in my step of everyday things
& the trainor that wouldn't clip my wings
You were my summer's heat & my skip-a-heartbeat
The creator of my clay lucky charms
The rationalization in my alarms
The difference in magnetic history
In the computer screen - man of all mystery
The justified conscience on my shoulder
The positivity-promoting moulder
The diamond in a cave of sapphires & gems
The executioner of pointless sins
Your biggest fan & my cheerleader person
Your wisdom I'll continue immersing
You were my basking glory - my happy story
With you a second was never boring
The logical black-hat stacker
& the Holly-hacker
My best friend who always knew
When my day was gonna end up blue
The perfect content for my chapters
My Happily Ever After
…religion, and oh boy…
The trouble with religion, and boy do I know it, is that getting too close to the dogma is like basking in the sun. It feels good, and self righteousness is the opiate of fundamentalist cults. Round and round the merry-go-round, discussions turning into arguments that either begin or end with "God said so." “God said it, and I believe it.” Or, with cult MAGA "Trump said it, so I know I'm right.” It numbs one to reality. Rationalization may last hours, but it always ends this way.
But, like exposure to the sun, you may get cancer, the cancer of reason gone wild. No longer anchored in known facts, but on an ever expanding blockage of the truth behind the tumor of dogmatic cultism.
See, it took years to heal my mind. I felt that I was guilty somehow of leaving the herd, of even thinking that this was all a grift dressed up in Bible verses. Now, I know what I truly believe and that is that I know nothing.