"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

What can you do to help motivate me? Welcome, as you are, to go with the flow how can I tell you to let go your hold as we know, a sense of control, balance this illusion, a delusion, all show can you not realize they teach us lies as only the bold are all in, then fold nothing but addicted fools, look askance yes, I speak up, trouble, I know you need objective understanding, the blue skies under the stars, above the clouds and rain decide on the right path, if you can choose objective reality on the train try to help motivate others, I lose only God helps people as when they bleed help the blunt man, argue the weight of smoke ego devours the brain, full of desire level up and lift, no hope, no joke, I laugh pollution everywhere, the world just broke meaningless gibberish, poetry, words objective correlative, I aspire to transgression, the rules, a social gaffe inebriated by a win, I lose victim of survival, the little birds argue in the bush, idle chatter, talk talk, talk, shut the do...

Aaron Aardewulf descends into deck-chair apathy, a cruise on New Year's Eve, no resolutions, empty, open, choiceless on a voyage to Erewhon , fair fair nowhere, going nowhere fast, die uncast Answer the question, what is there to know asinine, prick up your ears, donkey, guess relativity begs inanity definitive, special and general last exactly until the half-life of salt what is unknown, the meaning of language understanding what is is by default lessons to learn, measure mistakes and gauge further probes into our humanity defiant on the cruise, Aaron, seasick emetic as a rule, could not have fun so much gibberish in his head, but why cause a scene, hide away, let his watch tick enjoy suffering as never before never felt so unhappy in the sun depression is nothing to the blue sky since yesterday, he stopped drinking water insisting that in a book of folklore no one survives motion sickness at sea tormented by his choice to visit Rome only if he could drin...

As the consequences of our actions sometimes as grave and unforeseen as death the necessity for care and concern humanly possible, creates factions exhibiting counter measures to harm consideration becomes key as breath opens the passageways to live and learn not only fairly and simply but free since mistakes happen to set an alarm evidently from wheels not on the tracks questions arise as thoughts appear to cloud under the brilliance of the sun, to wax epistemic for truth, lost in a crowd nothing but laughter, children full of glee create destruction as a fun pastime epic in nature from small decisions seemingly inconsequential choices organic matter rubbed too hard, no crime for who could fault a child for lack of care objects deformed by touch, with incisions under the hand of a doctor, voices reproach beyond reproach so that lessons aspire to teach concern for those to share consequences of our actions impact the world as from a touch of bad conscience in t...

As far as this train goes, this is Howard A homeless woman spat at me, today smile, laugh, at our lack of humanity for context, coldest day in December as I sat down, she said, "Fuck off!", okay rational as a infant in her crib accept the facts, this is not vanity sanity is at stake, to remember the social dilemma, take the high road hegemony, a cosmic joke, a fib invented seven thousand years ago such leadership guides people and nations take the Red Line to Old Town Chicago reason states that at each of the stations anything could happen, observe the code inside the train, unwritten, unspoken no one knows the rules except common sense given the homeless have nothing to lose of course, God knows that the world is broken everyone pours God into God like milk strange interactions, sometimes so intense the disjunction with commuters, to choose how to get to work, where to fall asleep insists that no one knows just how to bilk social security from dead pe...

A Homeless Woman Spat at Me, Today Am I sorry that I do not believe maybe if like the others I had faith I do not know the difference with no God sorry because thus I cannot achieve objectives in this world, all these moments recall a past with no future, the wraith remembers a time when life was not flawed yes, I remember when I was a child the same but different, not all this nonsense hawk flies overhead, maybe a falcon all these people under the steeple lack the hook to grip with power, a talon I am the same but think too much, look back difference being none, once I was wild ordinary children called me screwy neglect is a monster, ignorant, lame only in America, no one cares the effects of language, words too chewy believe me ideology pokes fun everyone laughs, no one feels any shame left with their suffering, nobody shares if I believed in Jesus, who would know each time I go to church, I feel no one views our responsibility to earth empty pockets for the c...

Where Sanderson Lane turns to Warfield Drive When I spun around, all I felt was pain how I walked in front of Danny, the bat emerged swinging, he was next at the plate really, I was clueless, blood from my brain exactly not, from out my nose, gushed red Sanderson Lane, where the boys played, I spat and ran inside our house, never too late not knowing how to stop the flow, the sink did not do the trick, cold water, I bled effervescent flow, my head was held back ready to drive to the ER was dad second son was too much trouble, the crack of the baseball bat broke my nose, my bad not that we said that way back when, I wink Left to sort out, mom kept me calm, back seat at the hospital, sat in a wheelchair neat for a kid, but not today, I cried emotional tears, in life, I was beat take a moment to reflect, eight years old under the influence of unaware resort to smart but yes, I could have died not only that, I could have been blinded simply lucky, a broken nose, stay ...