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

At this point in my life, what do I want to eat a slice of German chocolate cake this is no big deal for others, a taste hits me with dairy and sugar, I vent in this safe space because you understand suffering from allergies, if I puke puke, puke on cold gray stones, you see, the twist only makes no difference, my teeth erode in the case of bulimia, I spend needless time worrying about the time time as a commodity to enjoy in this world, to reflect upon the chrome nothing too distorted, happy and gay my how things change, as language takes a ride yes, I want to have my cake and eat it life is simple but not so easy, choose if it makes you sick, then it is poison for you, but for others, they take a shot every time, they pull the trigger, they live what do I want, to let go on a chaise hat in hand, pen in hand, snug as a gun at this point, to be like others, no joke the joke is otherwise, for without love D'oh! says Homer Simpson, everyone loves old cartoon...

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...