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

To be able to fall in love, stranger To be able to fall in love again obviously, I am no longer young because the words come to mind, easily even when I was sixteen, way back when answers to the questions I have were hard because I was a runt, hardly well-hung like other young men, well-endowed, silly exactly, I know not everyone is made to be golden as the sun, in a word old age has crept up on me, made me feel forgotten and unloved, a teddy bear abandoned for a new toy, what a deal left behind, a lifelong sinner, unfair love is for the beautiful in the shade in a world, unobserved, hidden away nobody knows, nobody cares to know love is golden like the sun in summer only, I have no energy to say view me like the gods of mythology everyone knows the standard is to glow stranger danger, this life, what a bummer try to explain, to tell me why abuse reigns supreme in this world, psychology and other mumbo-jumbo, lies we tell no one but our therapist in a room give...

Ravel and unravel this mortal coil ancient, twisted roots work their way to grow virtually unhampered, completely free entirely at leisure as they toil left alone in their intentions to find answers in the soil, God-given, they know nothing less than Socrates, jest and see deep underground, they find rhizome networks understanding the difference, they act blind noticing nothing strange, known as unknown released from a sense of duty to act answering to no one once fully grown visions of entanglement, they retract enlightened awareness of quarks to quirks leave well alone as Galileo smirks this is life in a nutshell, politics how to know what is beyond all of this in a nutshell, they find infinite space save the king of bad dreams, his bag of tricks maybe ambition is but a shadow only Gray knows why ignorance is bliss retrieve wisdom from the dustbin of grace tantalized by opportunities lost abandoned to just deserts to forgo living among the well hung without ho...

Absence, disappearance, and emptiness because the necessary removal sends shivers down your spine, distribution enters a new phase, the unsteadiness nonsense makes more sense than reason itself creating Dada with no approval enchanted with war, with no solution deferring to pride, sheep to the slaughter institutions insist, books on the shelf silly to imagine, with so much dust ancient parchment safely hidden away potentially lost to fire, the trust potentially lost over time, they say each man broken will marry a daughter and the cycle repeats, all the abuse repetition makes perfect, a practice and the children grow up into adults nonsense, adults remain children, no truce creates the need for profits, endless war endless without hope, the hunger for spice and trade in human lives, the rise of cults not to explain but to exploit workers despite the ubiquity, hide the scar empty vessels shattered, families destroyed many become a chain of confusion potentially ...

Nothing to understand, all this nonsense Nothing left to understand but nonsense of course, I know nothing, an innocent this bit of subterfuge is the refuge honored by that rare bird, a bit less dense in all honesty, less thick in the head not simply born to think, but yes, hell-bent given disparities the masses choose to their own benefit, short-lived, for sure of course, they believe they are right, less said underneath the facade, the truth remains nobody knows the whole truth, they pretend defer to legal scholars to defend exactly what pertains inside their brains residing and presiding as the cure study whatever your heart desires to see the big picture in the details accept all the dichotomies as false no ideas, great or small, put out fires decide that water is the truth, the law accepts slavery in all forms, then fails lets go of past mistakes, accepts all faults leaves the past to scholars, moves on, action theater reproduces pantomime how to make se...

If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him If, in your confusion, you, then, decide for whatever reason, now, to kill me you may observe later, deep in your mind only in the comfort of regicide understanding condones acts by an insane morbidly curious creature, to see eternity in a seashell, to find emptiness in values that shift and change time replaces sorrow with sugarcane the Buddha is not the Buddha, you know how mistakes, in hindsight, make little sense enter the world without choice, why you grow Buddha, the prince who let us figure out understanding underlies the footbridge deep in the soil, beneath the flow, the fish dive to seek nourishment beside the ridge happiness comes, well-fed, without a wish answered by divine intervention, doubt on the other hand, makes little difference nothing beyond the mind makes sense, how strange the road takes me places, I would not seek heroes lead in anguish and fear, unseen entirely hidden, for a moment roads ancien...

The more I understand, the less I care Theater for bloody ignorant apes horrible, our childhood, makes me so sad entertainment for adults as failures mediocrities taste the sour grapes oil and vinegar, ginger and garlic rely on nobody, no trust, my bad existential crisis, still time endures I become the other, their one scapegoat under the appearance, this life makes sense no one understands this could be a trick deception is the rule for most people exceptions to the rule always exist remember, we were brothers, not sheeple standing under the steeple, they persist turn a blind eye and build a better fence after five decades, none of this matters nothing makes a difference, not now, no more decisions made by the grown-ups, they count theater, a bush of sparrows chatters how could I know when I was young, no fun empty vessel as an adult, the score less than zero, no money, no amount ever could make up for going abroad still, you ended up the wealthier son so it ...