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

そうですか (Sōdesu ka)  ~ 禅師 白隠 ( Zenji Hakuin) Give up on humanity, give up hope instill an air of nonchalance, care less vindicated by the freedom to fail exert no effort, no pressure to help understand the impossibility possible in the need not to address givens as unspoken, as rules, the scale imbalanced, a finger adds weight to smoke vision meaningless, liability exempt from inclusion, as exclusion understands nothing from start to finish perhaps now avoid, avoid collusion now say less, say nothing, just make a wish or not, what does it matter, time is broke when the other is not worth blood or sweat winter solstice, absolute zero, stone asymptote brushes past not even time left behind the woman frozen to death kindness nowhere, a stone God cannot lift aware but now wary, weary, alone winter eats bones to the marrow, no crime answers nowhere, a gift, an empty box yet, no one seems to mind, a pointless gift no one seems to mind the woman frozen on the mountai...

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 ...

Jealousy in this world of suffering enigmatic as too much zeal to clean avarice to obtain all the sorrow lust for the grotesque old bones slumbering obstinate as a mule to cling to life understanding nothing as if to glean silt from the surface as for tomorrow yesterday is enough presence to learn instructions as guidance to avoid strife necessary although oblique lines slant tumble down a grassy knoll from a well humble to watch a one-footed duck plant injury nowhere in the mind to spell simplicity observed, never to spurn watch animals survive, no thoughts, no mind obsessions minimal, no words to write revolution and war, what do they care leave politics to humans as they bind duty to actions, to enjoy what is fun obey the chains of command, as to spite feelings for others, the poor, if to share suffering and envy, a lifelong grudge understanding this gaze under the sun for more, live life to the fullest, the few flourish on yachts out at sea, they enjoy each...

Run late for work, say sorry, no good, no understanding of the needs of others needlessly unnecessary, unseen language games of the mind, unconscious snow arguments persist how to chart the mind throughout the city, around blind corners each intention hidden, what does this mean for it refers to this, x, y, or z ordinarily time, pink salt to grind restless, hopeless, wishful thinking, nothing witness humanity from a distance orbits apologize, will the train bring rest, or more work, endless, lost in a trance kindness to help others, how now to see suffering all around, callous, my foot ask Santa Claus to help the poor, no hope yes, Virginia, there is a chance in hell sorrow in Chicago, covered in soot order delivery, a cold weekend remind Judas, at the end of his rope remind Snowball never to wear a bell yes, Virginia, there is such poverty nothing to do but help, no one to send only Santa Claus with two-dollar bills give me a break, Chicago, so tired of rough ...

Lily has a face you will not forget if I could remember what she looks like let me dwell a bit on this mystery yesterday, I ran with Lilly, she set her pace with mine, an old man now, handsome as the hungry demons that drive a spike stainless-steel hollow shaft tube, blistery angry needle into my vein, I win faces in the crowd, an old man, lonesome apparition, a ghostly appearance comes into view, Lily, her eyes sparkle elegant as a long cat, does she dance yes, I could imagine with a light twinkle or, as a ballerina, a tall jinn under the influence of affluence winter snow comes early, November chill ill-resistance training for marathon light, eight-stone flying squirrel, confluence little-known, famous for nothing, merges notable figures together, uphill or downhill, in Chicago or Boston together we meet as rivers combine foreign and domestic, our age urges organization outside government relax, all night running, no, just three miles give Lily a fist bump, c...

Nederland B outon Ivana at the bakery, her eyes very blue, sparkle the lilt in her voice as tall as a small tree, a sapling grows not hard to look at, easy on the spies as they detect a neo-Skokie troll at the bakery, I have little choice too many allergies, so what I chose the Kalamata olive loaf, each week holidays excepted, sliced never whole expectations run high, mistakes once made become behaviors unless made correct arcane knowledge shut up in my chest, paid kindness by a tall, Dutch woman, protect elegance and beauty, am I a freak restart, press the button, I am too old yes, an old freak, white beard, long hair, I find happiness in moments, no one to share each day, full of complications, to hold recollections as if reality emerges from a dream, this life, my mind yes, I hope soon to die, I cannot bear each day, same old, same old, calamity stay gold, Ivana, always a surprise

Platitudes fade and lose their vital force lost after events pass, people move on as genocide and police violence take a back seat to perpetual war in the Middle East or in the Balkans tough to know in advance where hatred lurks under what stone atrocities exist despite diplomacy, who knows what works events are rarely positive, but hell suffers many casualties to help forget ethics as a social control as no one understands to do no harm despite our best efforts, to consider events with due diligence in advance ask in time, if history repeats itself not only will patterns take shape and form deceptions and delusions to deceive luckily, we conceive before we act our deliberation before actions solves the problem if consideration enters into collective consciousness time and again, people rush, act with haste haste makes waste stops no one from rolling stops each of us decide how moments take place if everybody were equal but life reveals a spectrum, scales on a ...

Her Incorporeal Intangible Assets Hannah, my favorite palindrome, says grace eating away my misbegotten soul really, her psyche, they warped by degrees Incorporeal flame takes up no space nothing but her spirit devours my mind crushes my bones with her molars, so foul openly attacks me, a summer breeze rushes at my body to knock me down perhaps how she shows love I find unkind ordinarily, a hug or caress reaches over to kiss the air, her cheek embraces my cheek with her emptiness absence makes the heart grow fonder, how weak lily-livered and cowardly, I drown Intangible assets found in arrears nothing but her ghostly apparition touches my soul, devours my corpse, a ghoul ask me how a desert demon who fears nothing and nobody finds me worthy given I celebrate Inquisition insufferable poetry runs foul burdened by decadence, how like a cat licking her fur to clean, sleek and curvy elegant, full of grace, pleasantly black Assets used as collateral, enough savings ...

When they say, "Jesus loves you," I believe however, I do not believe a word ever spoken by entitled black sheep nothing anybody dares to conceive they apparently know what I do not how their faith becomes fact, a little bird enters the fray to say I am asleep yet, my eyes are open without a doubt sleep eternal as cosmic dust, I caught a cold in Church, my death is imminent yet, they all say I will live forever Jesus and Bilbo Baggins view time spent endlessly as constructs of the never spoken fact within faith, stories hold clout understood as power or influence so, religion becomes pure politics lessons learned as anarchists demonstrate on the streets how portable their nonsense visions as radicals get together enterprise their agenda full of tricks slowly rabbits appear to congregate yet, no matter how social is their cause only to flock as birds of a feather until the streets become their church en masse I cannot attend to their lies, I pray but t...

No one gets the lowdown right from the start --- No idea, no idea at all, the train on its descent to the subway, went dark of course, flashlights made each car bright enough not a moment later, all dark again except, I felt strange here in Chicago genuinely freaked out, I saw a spark even though, nothing new, I felt a rough tug, "Hey kid, where you from?" Lights again bright shifting, my reflection from long ago the shock, sixteen again, forty years lost how is this possible, nowhere near home everyone got me sussed, am I a ghost looking at the window, I smelled sea foam only we had no trains, felt a bit tight wondering, was I drunk, how to explain despite not being old enough to know only, I did know, my mind understood wicked philosopher seeks not to gain not to let on but play it cool, a kid right, space and time travel, did the train glow in a way, I would breeze through school, dead wood given my marathon training, twelve years how I could crush th...

She walks up to him and reaches to shake his -- surprise-surprise -- that kind of party expectations arise, so he touches wet, unsurprisingly, she smiles, to take action, confidently, to a dark room listen, when she saw him, she felt crafty kisses on the sofa, then she clutches she grabs his hand, a virgin, his first time under the guise of darkness, death and gloom punk rock drummer succeeds to fail in love time is not on his side and he is drunk of course, he had to leave, he had no glove his friends drove, laughing, he smelled like a skunk in the car, he cried, this life was a crime maybe he would call her number, her name and years later, at a meeting, they meet needlessly make amends, what they were taught despite their initial attraction, shame releases both of them from past mistakes everyone wins for a moment, they greet anonymously, twelve-step lovers caught cuddling on a sofa, move on, sorrow holds on to memories, his body shakes earthquakes and Califo...

The sheep are counting on me to count sheep how they rely on me before I sleep existence dunks a bag of tea to steep sheep dust the corners of my eyes to sweep heaps of sand they take to the castle keep each day, after no sleep, I cry and weep each night, I pray to God, Little Bo Peep perhaps will find her sheep lost in the deep as for me, deep asleep, in faith, I leap rest assured, the sheep sell sand dust and reap existential profits foreseen as cheap charlatan of nightmares, Eugene the jeep orders the Sandman to buy back my sleep understanding nothing, fences they leap nothing to learn about me, friends, I weep tails cut off, all her sheep, what shall I keep in this world, my thoughts, but I am a creep no more friends, no more enemies, I seep grounded into the soil, little birds cheep old songs about the Road Runner, "meep, meep" no more friends, I remember, now I weep murder Stranger Danger, before I creep endlessly through this world, no dreams, no ...

Fog rolls in off the coast, car lights useless as if to drive through clam chowder, go slow in a rush, humanity, nearly blind totally impatient, such is success how the unforewarned next generation inside a stone, a beating heart, to show science is poetry inside the mind as memories roll in, remember faith transforms the past as loss, enervation order the structures of the mind, a tool obeys the rules, functions like a lever lifts a stone from the sea, a gem, a jewel fulcrum balances the scales forever objective correlative of a wraith religion is never justice, just fear suckling the teat of a goat, infant god obtains the rule to establish the law control with myths and legends, never vear into oncoming traffic but the road as hidden by the fog questions the rod left by the fireplace, spoil the small flaw contained as a mystery in the child old enough to know nothing, a workload needlessly on his back as punishment traipse through the woods with a backpack and...