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

A knock on the door, then the doorbell rang knell not on Saturday, Mumma called out nocturnal not diurnal, he wakes up only the whole cross-country team, so wrong calling on a suitor, Vruvvi got dressed killing time, asleep in bed, without fault on his shoulders, weight of the world, a slap now and then, to wake up children from dreams the whole team loved to give him grief, they sassed him when he forgot to wake for practice everyone in the atrium, waiting doors open, opportunity, backspace on the keyboard, one step forward, guiding only no one sees, two steps back, sea foams remember the beauty, childhood long gone the knock on the door, Mumma calls, times past he remembers, running behind for work enter the field of memory, glass pane never to touch again, palpable thoughts then, Vruvvi rode the train, thinks on times lost he lacked the discipline, speed of a quark even meditation, no help, no use doors close, decades catch up, turn off the lights only Vruvvi,...

Language Reflects the Mind of the Speaker   Sen. Eric Schmitt (R-MO): "You will go down as a total dirtbag." You, Senator Guileless Giles, choose words well only, language mirrors the mind, reflect until you realize whom you perceive will you speak disparaging words, recall in the halls of justice, divisive speech lacks professional clarity, a fact learned scholars point out will not relieve going to hell on earth for a brown nose ordinary people avoid black pitch descend into the maw of hell, your choice ordinary people take the high road will you not see language reflects the voice not the intended objective, you toad as representatives, toadies do please sycophantic autocratic devils a casualty of capital interest total dirt bag as you may be, you speak only of your own self, reflect on veils tally the votes, hide behind a facade as the veneer wears off, the die is cast loser from Missouri, why do you poke darts into the birthday balloons, a child ...

Yes, Welcome to the Late, Great Planet Earth You may be right, make fun of everyone eternity Iasts only a moment such was our raison d'être in this hell welcome to the late, great planet earth, folks everyone is fair game to imitate little kids never care one iota come as you are, the cow the farmer milks only if you look funny, we will laugh maybe as adults, we will grow up, fight everyone else, blips on the screen, data today, nobody cares whether we whine or act professional, a childhood gaffe theater of great apes, if we should rant high heaven, prove to us, we were once small everyone is so serious, no joke laugh at all the chimpanzees, smoke a spliff ask all the dumb monkeys in suits and ties tell us why identity and status ends up horribly meaningless, pay dues garner attention, make money, buy gas recall the cookies your mom used to bake empty the recycling, take out the trash ask no questions, say less, do all your chores time slips away, childhood...

As if to disappear without a trace Absence makes the heart grow fonder, what lies skies open, the clouds part, every day strife inhibits affection, trauma and stress focus on survival, observe the laws together, to gather autumnal leaves observe the bullets fly, they try to strafe distant objects as observers of bliss ignorance and folly without wisdom simply to disappear, no scent of cloves and crushed cardamom pods for spiced coffee pretend a legacy is meaningless pretend a factory to make taffy embraces a medium scrying glass answers from a mirror, darkness so dim receive the clairvoyant message, no doubt without a trace of disbelief, suspend influence in judgment as a fiction thoughtfulness requires wars not be fought habit cuts off an arm with a handshake observe harmful habits on the one hand until the blood flows out, no reaction tour a facility for the insane asinine to imagine what a joke tragedy on the other hand keeps down realistic ideas to make pr...

Suffering unsatisfactoriness until extinguishing the candle flame fulfillment as a goal is just sitting feral cats in the mind, mirror the loss emptiness, palpable as a muscle ring around the finger, circle of time imagine the beyond, no one vetting nobody else, the government, a mouse gnawing at the future, a fascicle unknown in form for what is the function nobody knows without guidance, to crave suffering and sorrow, thought in action attachment to presence, heat from a stove tasked with non-attachment, a lack of poise instruction in logic, what is beyond sitting without motion, just sitting still forgetting what appears so important aspirations, the ultimate, align cognitions, perceptions, and sensations tormented by consciousness, the forms stall objects of desire under the tent resound with one hand clap against the ear instruction in hygiene as ablutions never require a river, a stream emptiness makes what is missing present sitting with mindfulness, sal...

The petulant dwarf stood to see better her vocals were clear over the system each moment clapping the ear with one hand peevish South Asian brat, does glass shatter each time to reassemble the image tulle in the shape of a long beard, no scam unless they take the man to apprehend leftover of a bygone era, stone age Neanderthal sits back down, no pudge no knowing if he eats, or just breathes air take a moment to dream, a sādhu caught dwindling by the second, beard of coir war of the strands, black, white and gray, none straight arrives only to disappear, how vain radio frequency within the field forms alternating electric currents stone age, rail-thin sādhu, why do you look take in the whole context, a viola or a violin, a fiddle, a fest or a concert, a festival of dance dance dance, the sheep man asleep, out of luck tormented by others, all the roosters out of order, while life moves pretty fast sentient beings, all Buddha, drink milk everyone, everywhere is Go...