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

It took me forty years to clear my mind to transcend the meaning of the world, gone too fast, shooting stars, childhood disappears only for politics, in a rush, blind onslaught of snow, around every corner kindness proves just how weak I have been, done murder and rape, welcome to what appears each day, somewhere, the news something to read forget how harsh and cruel, as a mourner only to survive until my last breath really, how can I have fun anymore time passes so quickly, all change is death yet, in the past, I was able to score yet, attachments arise, the past is dead ears burning with fever, about me, talk asinine as sparrows chatter, dun brown recognize allegiance with small creatures stupid adults have lost all sense, they walk totally self-absorbed, clueless others on the planet have the same rights, I frown completely dismayed, upcoming features leave me isolated, an angry host empty stomach, I ride the train, brothers are not my own brothers, human in n...

Already, so many of my friends, dead left me behind to sort out this whole mess really how rude of them, oh wait, I speak ever ill in bad faith, a book I read already, I want to read yet again dead friends, I want to hug, I want to bless yet, they no longer sneeze, I feel too weak so, I go back to stay out of trouble only we are no longer young children many times, I look back to no avail avenues lined with trees, Sanderson Lane nothing to do, with no way out, but fail yet, if I could fly away like a crane of innocence, now lost, on the double flying squirrel, eight stone, I run at night my thoughts count steps so that I do not think yet, unfiltered memories come with tears friends fall off cliffs in Mexico, despite recently being dead, a long, long time indeed, consider the Big Bang, all pink eternal dust, an endless list of fears no psychologist ever wants to see despite writing poems, I hate to rhyme still, I could go back to playing the drums dead friends r...

“Yes, he was indoctrinated,” Dr. Matthäus said of Mr. Onnen. “But what is probably more important is that you are part of a machine, and if you don’t make a deliberate decision to get out of it, you get further drawn into this.” At Last, a Name for the Murderous Face in a Holocaust Photo With the help of A.I., a historian has identified the killer in a 1941 image that defined the savagery of the Nazi regime. By Alexander Nazaryan Nov. 28, 2025 https://www.nytimes.com/2025/11/28/science/holocaust-nazi-photography.html https://digital.kenyon.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=2084&context=bulmash --- What anticipation at a mass grave how the gun feels, how can you think before afterwards, such is life, nasty and short to imagine at arm's length as to save as to turn around, as to face your death not absolutely imminent, no more tolerable than the time to abort intolerance towards others, this mess challenges us to see our final breath introduction to induction, we di...

I am sorry to inform you, the world as you once knew it, is long gone, just smoke mirrors to divert your rapt attention sorry but the government does not care only wants to waste your time and money rest assured, you have nothing worth taking remember there is not one solution yes, nothing to emancipate your mind tragic, I know but get over yourself only you can solve the riddle to life invite all your friends over for a beer not just one beer, who could stop at just one for God's sake, if you believe in football only, try not to mistake it for Mass really, after forty years, who would think maybe I should not say a thing, the jinx yes, the walls have mice and the mice have ears only, to win it all in Chicago understand, bigger than the lottery take a note, anything is possible how things change for a city comes with sports exactly, you never believe a word written on the wall by the hand of God or believe whatever you want, the scales remain balanced until ...

Hi, as a former heroin addict if you can understand what got me here as if, when we met, we clicked, shed a tear suck it all up, blowfish, you ain't so strict as a hero in heroin, I win formidable wrath, a desert, once sere only now, my pufferfish, are you dear really, I have no boundaries, sell your shit make money, move on, score, I am pure sin each time, I get sober, I tell a lie really, my lawyer could not prove my rape heroin is all-consuming, I die every time Dracula puts on his cape really, as a vampire, to score a hit only, I am not undead, just stillborn in fact, I was never conceived, my birth not only immaculate but spotless add or subtract a few braincells, my worth decided by the fact, as you could guess decisions are not my forte, the scorn invited to my home, a cluttered mess considers conditions as the acorn the effect, as the oak, at least, on earth

Try not to read the news or watch TV how people melt down from heat and pressure each night, anxiety comes in a dream radiators work well as you can see arguments in the past lay out the path discussions become less and less, measure internal pressure with a primal scream as a kettle whistle comes to a boil nothing but economics, simple math to plan ahead, all your ducks in a row heat from the radiators wakes me up external pressure to put on a show actually makes my chest hurt, a cup to take off the heat and pressure, a foil cancel culture dismisses all our lives as judgments destroy life after life hung not on trees like strange fruit, lynched by others maybe helping see the night of long knives as a metaphor applies as structure kindness with a long hug, people get flung each day, like baggage from the train, brothers yet, not enough money to go around only for billionaires, there is no cure until population, people find out requires tweaks to the system, the...

Tablets crushed for the cats, each to their own how, in the morning and in the evening each day, this activity defines me maybe as a child in a small beach town each time I saw a cat, it was my friend as a boy, I was strange, I sought meaning not like others, but in books, I could see instructions on how to understand life not like others, a young sapling will bend given, I was a boy, but not a tree observation is key to understand foreigners who live in a strange country language acquisition, as to command infantry, taught me, my tongue is a knife for cutting others down, a tool to wield each time, I bit my tongue while in the field indeed, as a child, I lost my conscience slowly, as an adolescent, I lost deliberation to act with concern instantly, my mind snapped, I lost all sense from that point, I reset all the boundaries for meaning, I had lost and at what cost each to their own, as I began to learn race has meaning for others to exploit existence precedes ...

In this life, a whiskey neat needs no ice If it gets better as I get older nothing they say rings true, anxiety twists and turns, I wake up from a bad dream how this life like a cloud appears colder isolation and lack of connection swim in deprivation, society lets artists and shamans let out a scream if I could be normal and enjoy life file under political defection emerging from the divine severed head armored from crown to floor, shut the front door whiskey neat, shiftee treat, the nightclub dead how things change, feelings fade, values restore inherent meaning in culture, such strife shaken, not stirred, wishful thinking, things change kindness from childhood grows a thousand trees everyone decides freedom is not free yet, in a free country, how to arrange necessary means to overcome strife each seeks to find a box kite in the breeze anxiety wakes me up, I agree thoughts, emotions, words, and actions do harm nervous to witness a man with a knife energeticall...

As you count the pips on a pair of dice An answer like a monarch butterfly simply floats effortlessly through the air yet, I cannot keep up with my long strides only during a marathon, the sky understands our passion to run distance count the pips on a pair of dice, fair fair only the young women wait to be brides until their number comes, they wait their turn no men are princes unless they can dance turn away the men who wear two left shoes tie their laces in double knots, these boys hold on to memories and sing the blues everyone else moves on, they have their toys perhaps they run from the bridges they burn if meaning simply hangs in the balance perhaps family and friends create moments still, I sit in the bottom of a well on a good day, I am given the chance not to throw away connections like dice a game of craps is fun if it makes sense perhaps surfers wait for the next big swell as the smaller waves crash and break early in this life, a whiskey neat needs n...

It is a ridiculous opinion to believe we are inherently good inherently bad, or otherwise know such a difference that only a minion an eternal creature would know since birth ridiculous to imagine that wood inherently as trees know how to grow demons being unreal, an afterthought internal arguments to dig the earth cumulonimbus float by in my mind until all thoughts disappear, the skies clear left to my own devices, I am blind only a metaphor, observe the tear until no one cares, and so, I am caught suffering while the others celebrate on New Year's Eve with a glass of champagne perhaps a vintage rosé, perhaps not in fact, sparkling wine to inebriate noxious ideas of goodness or evil inebriated demons, yet again obviously, Descartes blows smoke and snot naughty and malicious as the devil

Yes, positively certain it was him Ἡ εἰς ᾍδου κάθοδος τοῦ Χριστοῦ The Descent of Christ into Hades Yes, allegedly, it was all my fault every day, I look back and shake my head still, it does no good to ponder my luck pepper, over my shoulder, I throw salt only wishful thinking, as if things change still, I am here for a reason, my bed in an instant, I make, clean sheets, no muck tintinnabulation, bells, my alarm in an instant, I wake, to rearrange visions of past events, mistakes I made empty the candy bowl, fill it again let go and start over, to make the grade yesterday, things happened, walked in the rain created the universe with no harm employed as a design model, who knows really, maybe this was the point, to write tackle the problems of the world in verse a florist watches as her orchid grows insanity repeats, makes a difference nonsense, nothing happens without a fight inside my brain, I wait for the black hearse to imagine why I am here, not there why y...

A defence as in an apology pertains to a presentation of facts ordered reasonably to prove beyond logic and reason by tautology orbits in repetition of the same given difference as a substitute acts in opposition to a magic wand acceptance of illusion as a trick Providence cares for children without blame read between the lines, without shame is whom obviously, not me, or I would write Vicariously, about the old broom instructed in witchcraft to fly by night travel unseen across the sky, clouds thick as clam chowder in a diner, we eat Sweet treats, German chocolate cake, pumpkin pie until daylight decides you cannot fly away on a broomstick, accept defeat

Tristesse, sister of mine, I never met how the imagination longs for hope every turn, around each corner, I pass Inconceivability, a wide net never cast but set aside for some day conception without recognition, grope open doors in the dark, at night, the grass never appears as green as in daylight cymbals clash in the orchestra, they say exceptions to the rule exist but sound impossible to understand, they see visions of history, the spice trade, ground almost to dust, eat glass, lick rust, a bee buzzes around pollen, full of delight lift the stars into place, heavy with rime elegant titans banished, lost to time

„Ich mußte also das Wissen aufheben, um zum Glauben Platz zu bekommen“ "I had to deny knowledge in order to make room for faith." ~ Immanuel Kant There might be heaven or there might be hell however no one knows what is to come existence is fragile but them's the breaks reality suffers for a short spell entertain the idea, this is witchcraft maybe there is nothing, just our last breath indeed, nobody knows, just storybook guidance, social control, ethics is dumb heaven and hell, California earthquakes tremblers warble, shudder to think, birds cook brilliant ideas up in their songs, a draft empties the sky of clouds, before my death help me to see the meaning beyond lies elves, reindeer, the north pole, and Santa Claus ask me when I began to doubt their facts versions of the whole truth, a world of spies evangelical salvation message no news is good news, gospel truth, angel odalisque reclines waiting for the bell reason looks past, at last, all of he...

He thought he lost her, she is so happy each to their own, each other the truth finds trust in the unseen and unheard, Sparrow happiness to address her dress, snappy overwhelmingly, with blue crabs with claws unheard by design, seen by he who minds grief in doses, a tiny wheel barrow holds his tears, a pendant around his neck titanium chain cannot hide his flaws he soon learned where she went, happiness lost emptiness is a vessel without love lost is the art of happiness, the ghost of the crab, a small boy tortured, by Jove sadistic brother and cousin, the wreck total and complete, to destroy a child her sense of compassion, to give him life empty of expectations, none in mind rely on the unseen and unheard, wild selflessness of loving-kindness, she found his brother and cousin, she gave them strife eternal, the mortal daughter of blind ignorant fate, wise crone, nothing to share selfish as a goddess, immortal, bound secretly to duty, honor, service obedience as...

Surreptitiously, a sandwich appears under what pretext is anyone's guess rail-thin, not an ounce in excess, runner ready to race against lost time, his fears engineered by society, he knows perhaps he longs for death, no more, no less tipsy with lightheadednss, the gunner in the cockpit, shoots to kill, his free will triggers the end of meaning, as time slows in tune with the body, still he must wait off chance he passes in his sleep, no luck under the sun, for others, yes, rat bait silently kills the will to live, lost puck lost in the stands, no worries, time to kill yet, who wants to live forever, when young adolescence is the best of the worst sample adulthood, all uphill from here absent any sense of hope, why he clung needlessly to notions of legacy destiny is not fate, actors rehearsed wicked trickster legends for the stage, mere immortality, he soon left the troupe challenged by emptiness, love too racy he felt too shy, but what did it matter apparen...

I am sorry that I was ever born am I an idiot as everyone makes me out to be, stupid, not just dumb sad that I cannot enjoy without scorn observing sparrows chatter in bushes rest assured, I do not possess a gun rest assured, I have no intention, glum yes, since childhood, clinical depression treatment for decades, and yet, time rushes horribly fast, a teenager, no more accountability for my actions to imagine that I could ever score I was a child with intense reactions was teased and left with intense repression aspects of this life, truth, beauty, the good seem beyond reproach, and so, I read books every night, before I fall deep asleep versions of the story, hollow as wood ever since I was born, everything broke rest assured, I got the dirtiest looks born so long ago, quiet, not a peep or maybe I was loud, I would not know rest assured that I would still rather choke needlessly on salt water, drunk on flow

How what you cannot see but imagine exist as elephants from far away far, far away, a galaxy, a time forgotten, long ago, when a famine advised people to eat and live or die living people could starve and die, or pray until manna fell from the sky, sublime meaning inferred within the will to live perhaps the elephants could hear the cry everywhere to restore order and save national lands and property as wealth protocols exist as the people crave regional politics to cover health organizations that will help to give lectures to the destitute and the poor emergent as a social class of scum the lumpenproletariat of Marx arguably, Marx was an awkward boor religion became his firm foundation inverted by politics, such a bum attributed to his theory, the sparks to set fire and start a revolution Wealth Management with Marx on vacation entertains elephants of the party ask Warren Buffett and President Blund law for Republicans observes hardy tax write-offs and looph...

This life is hell, as the metaphor goes honestly, no words could describe the pain in sorrow for so many years, decades shift the meaning from not bad to who knows literally, what I feel, suffering if not physically, all the time, the bane for growing up was not high school or grades entering adulthood with no guidance instilled at an early age, buffering shock and impact, at a total loss, mind holds on to the good, as a child, and left eclipsed and in darkness, totally blind literally, no, but I am bereft left alone by family, I made my stance against dysfunctional behaviors, grind salt and pepper for the holidays, sad to feel like an estranged scapegoat, brilliant hell, as a metaphor, brings light to mind exit happiness, joy, and love, enter mindfulness to reflect on just how bad emptiness feels to cope with hope as scant table manners reveal uncertainty as a principle, to hold the center presents the falconer observe unheard horrors, as if they were suddenly ...

She comes into view towards the camera how so long ago, he has forgotten empty now, the nest, they all disappear curtains drawn, scatter the diaspora over ten directions, they all vanish maybe his children were misbegotten empty noise resonates, they reappear simply illusory, phantoms and dreams if he pitches a penny, make a wish nothing remains, the point of no return tears rarely fall, simply anxiety of course, to return, his stomach would churn vexed by time passing by, sobriety invents a new language, laughter and screams empty memories full of emotion words get in the way of actions, a sense torments his time alone inside his head obligations not to sail the ocean words not to encourage but to hinder anger and violence construct a fence remember the tear-stained pillow, the dead dispute the facts, what is the point, confide sorrow and suffering with a cinder there is no one left to discuss how sad how lonely he has become without joy empty stars in the sky...

The early snow weighs down each leaf to test how strong its bond to the branch while the wind embraces each leaf with tugs and wiggles early November in Evanston, rest a moment before the shovels and plows remind the eight a.m. curfew to find lingering silence, no shits and giggles yes, work and noise like the children upstairs snow, first snow of the season, lightly blows noiselessly across the landscape, backyards oddly covered in pristine white, snowfall wins children over to build the first guards winsome snowmen observe the first snowball enters the fight for parking, cones and chairs invoke a sense of dibs, to clear a space gives a person the right to park their car how unnecessary to do more work systems arise from practices in place demonstrate fealty or face hardship owners understand others like to mar winsome beauty with a scratch and a smirk nervous drivers leave on their hazard lights energetic neighbors plow at a clip attractive landscapes do not la...

They knew what they signed up for, then again how could they know, how could anyone know exactly what they had coming in store Detachment: The Devil Detail, but when exactly they understood what it meant viewed by their superiors, as to show intelligence in the field, what was more levelheaded, carpentry, or to fight Detachment Alpha until all are spent exact revenge on long lost enemies touching displays as everyone must die amenities for the Eumenides in death, men become boys if they should cry levelheaded carpentry as to cite butteryslick slippery arguments until military history talks rifles in hand, boots on the ground, detail negative zero plus was pure nonsense setbacks took place, commonsense with no trace arrived too late, never on time, brass chalks timeliness up to trains, their brains for sale at auction blocks around the world, no need to draw attention to clueless good grace tents of Eagle Scouts emulate the games exactly without loss, too young...

Yes, yes, I would rather shoot heroin       than live like a zombie American

These brown eyes observe changes at times strange honestly, inside this head, distractions empty bowls, food and water, eat and drink simple needs, as I wait inside the grange eager to please, to be fed, and to sleep barking, I like to bark, their reactions result in the dog house, left here to think only, I cannot think, cannot look back will they ever learn, must not make a peep never will I not bark at the squirrel except this behavior does me no good yes, I cannot think, I will not quarrel except I bark and growl and snarl, no food save a field mouse or a stray cat, attack --- observe the world from the head of a dog brown eyes, expressive as an ape, old soul silence is golden but my dog has mange empty bowls teach him a lesson, the bog remains to resolve all issues in life versions of the truth, what is the prime goal emptiness is loving-kindness, how strange challenged people cannot see their own mind how the teachings walk the edge of a knife answer all th...

Is it not too late? It is now too late. In meditation, so, while just sitting sound becomes just sound, scent becomes just scent if thoughts burn frankincense and sandalwood time floats by as clouds, skeins used for knitting notice on the ground, nothing more, a spot optical illusion, straight appears bent tenuous connections under the hood tranquility meets equanimity oodles of noodles spin within a pot orbits swirl planets and vast galaxies leftover pasta, marinara sauce ate cold spaghetti, lines form strange axes tell me the meaning of effect and cause empty stomach devours humanity if you believe, I have anxiety to sell as pure fear and trepidation in meditation, shikantaza sits slowly emptiness eats my sanity nerves unwound as skeins of clouds, balls of thread orbits just sitting, an invocation witnesses black holes swirl to call it quits turbulent thoughts twirl a mustache to feel oils and beeswax, shea butter, not for bread organize your thoughts, feeli...

Dr. Ummer met Mr. Gabidar on the way to the Lyric Opera chewing on a cinnamon stick, his breath tart like Lavoris mouthwash, from afar odors reminiscent of herbal tea reminded Gabidar of injera Ummer reflected deeply on the death made known recently in the newspaper media of an obituary enlightened the doctor of his ex-wife reason kept him from visiting Clanton maybe her parents were alive, the knife entered his heart so long ago, no fun the memories made him want to rape her Mr. Gabidar did not see beyond indeed, could not read the thoughts in his mind still, Dr. Ummer was not a bad man this professor of music sought no bond eternal or otherwise with others recently conferred a prize of a kind Gabidar knew of the prize, how to scan ancient Greek poetry as songs, the swine blisters on his fingers, like his brothers indeed, a trio of tabla drummers drums were not his interest but politics as economics and long, hot summers reminded him that Chicago red bricks ...

In a dysfunctional house, the windows never visible from outside, inside anarchy, chaos, and destruction born damned unlike the neighbors, behind closed doors yet, proximity might not be a lie solar orbits around a dense black hole family unfamiliar as feral cats unless you are a child, this is normal neighbors never know neglect and abuse cultural differences, the appearance trouble shows up when the police arrive ignorance never observes their business observe the lack of visible bruises no one but dad knows how to beat a child alcoholism sustains dysfunction let the alcoholic sober up, still honestly, learned behaviors how to cope observe nothing changes in their routine until recovery or death arrives silence, don't talk, don't trust, don't feel, sorrow eternal until the cessation comes terminal like boredom, this suffering honor the living and the dead, nothing ever spoken against the tribe, never whine, complain, bicker, argue, or debate insid...

θάλασσα θάλασσα What of those less fortunate than ourselves handicapped, crippled, and wards of the state absolutely penniless to pay debts toffee in wrappers just left on the shelves old beggars in wheelchairs, the rough sleepers forgotten undesirables, their fate told four hundred years ago, no regrets humanity destroys for destiny objects of property, finders keepers singled out, radical alterity eventually, the pendulum swings back leave out metaphysics, sincerity empties out the rubbish, the lies, the slack suffering and sorrow, pick a penny sick with street life off the ground, have good luck fortune at your fingertips, all day round organize a food co-op, a pantry remove the need for profit, full of pluck terminal as the state swoops in to take under their wing, a mill with pepper ground no restitution, no hope, no entry as if the unwelcome were a bother tears at my helplessness, do not be fake exit wounds hurt as badly as the rest thalassa, thalassa, th...

I was born, allegedly, in Bombay purportedly, a city of millions like I would know, I left at three months old even if we had stayed, to know the way despite obstacles, hurdles, blockages given a world, population: billions even if I could have stayed, my soul sold ages ago, before I was born, safe landing on earth, we put man in cages lingering aimlessly unlike the apes even if I stay here forever now given the next five billion years, the grapes in the vineyard, I lick salt like a cow ages ago, at the idea, I chafe not to warm myself up by the fire curled up like a cat in the wintertime even if I could stay, I need to go to the other side of the world, aspire organize the masses, the hoi polloi the common people, so they overcome honest crooks, the politicians, scarecrow even if I became a citizen fumble the football, is it not a toy leave behind the safety in numbers, left ages ago, over fifty years now given the present times, I am bereft older but not yet...

Zhǐguǎn dǎzuò 只管打坐 So many years wasted in the service of what, dramatic irony, satire maybe this is what others call success actions clear to the audience, the dice never roll craps as try to make a point yet, they never ever get to retire yes, even children enjoy their recess everyone is entitled but the poor animosity, roll another joint religion teaches us to love, but greed selfish and full of hate, kindness bows low witness society, watch people bleed anger and delusion, emotions grow still, rough sleepers down on the pavement floor time always pushes the pace, to slow down especially towards the end of life diminished fifths, augmented fourths, tritones if to figure out why I was born brown neither black nor white, as a foreign-born traveler, fellow travelers play fife hit the drum, to play drums, my dream, kick stones enormous rocks become real obstacles suck lemons, eat glass, lick rust, welcome scorn enormous anxiety to achieve retail worker, this wor...

إِنْ شَاءَ ٱللَٰه If I believe in God and the Devil far from clear blue skies and the deep blue sea I am not a pejorative remark but still I pray (to whom) at church, anvil electric sparks, lightning bolts, if I fear living in a world without hope to flee insufferable loss, sleep in a park empty the imagination of lies versions of the truth, the whole truth, a bear enters a bar with a rabbi to drink if God has willed it, inshallah coffee nonsense thinks the rabbi, I cannot think God will let me drink with this bear, a bee on the nose of the bear, knows of bar flies drinking in poverty, Bukowski pukes as would I to listen to his drivel not that my verses dribble much better doubtless the bear checks out tunes on the jukes though I ask the rabbi why a bear, dreams he replies, if you dream, you may swivel each time in the bar, I wear a sweater Devil-may-care, dare I tell a bad joke everyone wonders what comes next, the screams venture into madness, the rage on stag...

Locate in the afterlife as a state or abode of living beings now gone created in an ethereal realm absolutely Inconceivable, wait to find out if it is real, I believe emptiness beyond the universe, known intellectually, as scholars learn nothing is real except our deceptions truth is a strictly kept ledger, relieve hard-drinking workers of their daily strife enter the world of faith beyond the facts arguments for and against with a knife find the seam where to cut, split with an axe the labrys for optical perceptions enter mythology and legends lost resolve to find the truth behind the lies lives held together by belief, by glue ignorance is bliss with wisdom the cost fear of power upsets the horse-drawn cart enter the world of politics and spies assassins smoke hashish to thread the clew solutions to systemic problems set as old as ancient history, depart silently from the scene, before the kill tell no one of the truth, support fiction actions speak louder t...