a mistake be
an expensive pen
sub-mission-form
in a
a 'full-loss-of-fee now'
magazine of ideas and
skeptical ink-wiring
len
("I of the Beholder," 2014, original pen and ink)
This world is nothing
If not an allegory
For a shimmering mirage,
A riddle wrapped in a mystery
Inside an enigma,
Reified into everything
We know and trust.
But I can assure you
When all we seas is troubled
The sanest way
To navigate
Is with both a healthy dose
Of skepticism and humor.
With these in hand
The Great Absurdity
Will thus open.
(12/19/25)
The water that flows on rivers,
Are the same that flows in oceans,
Are the same that flows in cups,
The same in drinks.
It takes many forms,
Sometimes peaceful, or calm,
Sometimes angry, or vengeful
Or pained beyond measure.
It brings life, it kills,
It drowns, it sustains,
That depends how you use it
So I'll be careful with you.
If you have life you will have problems
You would be suffering from diseases, crisis
But in that situation also you would be smiling but the smile is called skeptical..
Finding myself devastated in the middle of the run,
I built up the courage to start with the new rising sun.
With thoughts of all the encountered failure coming one by one,
Making my life look like a piece of pavement unwieldy done,
I snuggled up with a few achievements, leaving behind none
With a tint of fear,
With a skeptical attitude towards the coming year.
I was bolstered up with a lot of cheer.
The importance of treating the ends as a start dawned on my broken tears.
skeptical swollen soles
tracing dark toes
on vying veins
of tactic trains:
lofty lousy limbs
etched in ink
drastic dances dripping
on seeps scrunching
in jumpy jolly
mystic melody birthed
embroidered with will
virtuoso concerto crunching
sumptuous soles stretching
la-de-da limbs lurching.
19:12:29:09:27
Society is not only ignorant. It is generally cowardly. Society and it's foolish cronies generally preach justice, freedom, and equality and yet too often practice injustice, promote slavery, and stubbornly too often insist on inequality.Welcome to hell, but I would prefer heaven, thank you.
SKEPTICAL THOUGHTS
In a world where there is black and white.
You take two roads but which one is right?
Either it could lead us to failure or succes,
Ending up with triumph or death betrays,
Life is uncertain and has bunch of questions.
We live each day not knowing the ultimate purpose.
But we keep on breathing, fighting with no reason.
Because it's strictly necessary for survival.
The world is full of pleasure and pain.
We keep on tasting temptations...
But we ended up burning and blaming,
Learning lessons but we keep on doing.
How many times do we need to fall apart
Pick the pieces of ourselves and puzzle it back?
For we don't understand how that just happen?
The world has many controversies to solve.
But people rather talk nonsense ...
They are sick, delusional, tired and complaining.
Is anything being solved at a time?
Are primary issues get even worse?
Because each day we face seems to be skeptical.
Just like how we live life - everything is unanswered.
There’s a thing called love standing at my door
Wanting to give me a feeling I never felt before.
But I’m a skeptic!
Nothing in life is free-why is love trying to be nice to me?
They say that love makes the world go around
Has there been any truth to this to be found?
On my own conclusions I can rely
But I’ll never know if I don’t give it a try!
I’m opening up the door to my heart and letting him in
Just to see if love can begin.
I know it won’t happen overnight, but little by little
If things are right.
I’ve gone through most emotions known to man
Now it’s time for love to stand.
Come on love – show me what you can do!
Let’s see if what they say is true.
WHOA! Who is that person standing there?
Looking so fine and debonair.
Is that person looking at me?
NO! It’s not possible – it just can’t be!
Why am I getting this queasy feeling deep down inside?
Is this what they mean when they say “LOVE IS BLIND “?
What is this tingling sensation and this joy to be alive?
Making me feel as if I could touch the sky.
So this is what happens to “SKEPTICS “like me?
My heart is opened and my eyes can see.
When I first talked you I was skeptical
I had given up on love cuz of all i'd been through
But I didn't realize what I'd really found
and my heart is still in disbelief
that I may have found what I've been looking for
Cuz your so good to be true
When you say and do all those nice things
My hearts says maybe these words aren't true
and maybe he will turn out to be just like the rest
So sometimes my heart rejects you
It's hard for me to let anyone in
but just give it some time
be patient with me
Let these wounds heal and let my heart breath
promise you'll stick around and prove it to me
so I can experience love
and the feeling of being in love
for the first time.
Maybe with U.
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