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

Well Happiness Doesn’t Have to Be a Heavy Lift It only takes a few minutes to boost your mood. By Jancee Dunn June 27, 2025      Matt Chase --- Boost Art highlights what is imaginary reality rubs up against what is to expose what is not or what could be how a coal mine may have a canary in terms of utility and function given the conditions for work, quick quiz how carbon monoxide can kill, to see life taken away by odorless gas invisible is the air, conjunction gift to humanity, a sentinel helps breathe in the air, double oxygen to visualize what is improbable sitting on a fingertip, say amen witness a miracle, let us say Mass hats off to Hollywood, hooray, to see an association, a work of art to objectify happiness, explain in journalism, facts that cannot be still, art is art, separate, understood imagination leaps to be a part made one to believe, to enjoy, the pain as disappointment makes reality given the culture of the neighborhood inside-out,...

Emotional and reactive triggers magnify and catastrophize problems overwhelmed by time constraints, these complaints trigger past experiences, drama indicative of strategies to cope or defense mechanisms serve as shims necessary but temporary feints attacks that pretend to achieve a goal left unattended, struggle without hope arguments arise without a reason needless but urgent within a felt-sense difficulties pile up in each season reach for a hammer to make a difference emotions aggrandize the smallest mole aggressive behavior puts up a fence causing distance within relationships troubles increase from neglect, a blind eye indicates thought processes become intense vision obscured by lack of energy endless battles to deal with tiny blips transform the environment, clear the sky realize space creates an atmosphere intentional harm, distress, the clergy given no skills, incoherent demands guide in service, the apparently lost empty to overflowing with four hand...

As a child, a pin cushion, a skewed view simply irregular, quirky, a boy yes, bizarre, weird-looking, crooked, bent out of shape, objectively straight, you drew under the table, as children, a line kill me, little older brother, a toy nothing more, nothing less, without a doubt order and restructure the universe witness to my horror, I lack a spine Terence xxxxxxxx xxxxxxx, born entitled and privileged, right from the start regrets are zero for a Leo, scorn equality, lions kill without art needless to say, sue the corpse in the hearse coffin baby, a giant pin cushion equity, diversity, inclusion turbulent politics, peculiar, odd haunts my memories, a tortured childhood insolent brat, first-born, learns to do harm serves to channel a latch-key kid, a nod includes a Rolex watch, a parting gift shrug my shoulders, move on, unloved, dead wood sue me for defamy, set the alarm trial lawyers settle out of court, libel under the law creates a family rift personally off...

καὶ γνώσεσθε τὴν ἀλήθειαν, καὶ ἡ ἀλήθεια ἐλευθερώσει ὑμᾶς. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate Arbeit macht frei For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives Running changes everything

In 1972, I was three no more than a toddler saying goodbye next door, in Middlesex, the girl witnessed in a moment, the sadism to come not for her but for me, as my brother emerged then from my lack of consciousness trauma, as a cruel joke, as lack of care each day, I try to forget my childhood each day, I fail to create the context nothing more than perspective set upright sadism in childhood by a bully even members of my family worth less vengeance-wise than wisdom of me demands every memory set aside, brackets needed to serve phenomenology to bracket experience to study yesterday, I woke up as an old man trouble with getting older is time stops working to make the body healthier orbit the sun, people circle trauma I will never be the man I could have were I not mistreated as a small boy a decade of neglect warps the fabric set as a tapestry within space-time trust me, I cannot trust a soul, no one how I make concessions to the spirit revealed as a teenager ...

Teufel feeds off the imaginary honesty of so-called entrepreneurs escargot of principles and virtues Insolent boors spout rubbish, how scary majestic unicorns gore businessmen artichoke hearts marinated in fears gestures of a drowning man in the news insufficient information to tell needless copy for print, his acumen arguably profound as demonic righteous ignorance of the truth, unseen yes, the chairman sits at the right hand, click Empty promises of excitement, been needlessly duped by an old witches' spell tell me, Teufel has a chance to succeed remember the pipe dreams of dead children empty promises build a stone fortress pick up on honest lies, thoughts make me bleed remember my brother killed me, a child enormous as a skein of clouds, again needless torture, my cousin takes part, guess each character in the play, thoughts too wild until the man in the tin box, ashes remembers to confess dot-dot-dashes

I was born, sworn to secrecy at birth welcome to the hidden, behind closed doors ask me not to explain, I'm not allowed sworn to secrecy, see, for what it's worth birth is a privilege, entitled to breathe or cry, after I exit the warm shores restless in the womb, how I feel the crowd nudge me, now and again, claustrophobic silence, I need peace and quiet to grieve weave a tapestry of empty bell tones old enough to drink and smoke, no one knows rest and sleep is all I need, no cell phones nervous to ask for help, nobody shows the way to nirvāṇa, no one knows dick of course, I've been here before, many times seriously, deathly serious stuff each to their own, destiny is all mine cryptic messages, lick salt, suck on limes religion is my tequila, or wait each phrase baffles my mind, I've had enough come back, they say, come back for more, I'm fine yet, for some reason, I come back for more as gluttons for punishment take the bait trust me, I am d...