She mumbled, rolled close
Body heat’s a golden gift
Except when dreams end.…
Saturday 31 August 2019
The “Sudden Knock” Ploy
How often have you heard or read the words, “a sudden knock on the door?” So, could you tell me what other kind of a knock you are going to get? Does the courier yell “I’M GOING TO KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR” before they knock on your door? Sudden: that’s what knocks ARE. Silence > KNOCK
The Fact of Faith
Faith, being both predicated and dependent on ignorance, may sound foolish to philosophical virgins but, insooth, faith is a phenomenologically transcendent state.
Existential Conundrum One
There’s a simply humongous herd of peoploids out in the world who are impervious to irony. Make it as obvious as you like but it just won’t penetrate. And they have the right to vote!! It’s nothing short of terrifying.…
Faithal Question
Faith is the choice to believe in the absence of proof. Knowledge is the antithesis of faith, which is why gods that demand faith will never provide proof of their existence.
Haiku #201
The sound of whipping
Shreds of clothing on the floor
Prove nothing at all
(From: “15 Shades of Clay”)
Thursday 29 August 2019
Stock Tip O’ The Week
Given the incredibly rapid and seeming inevitability of human innovation, this is not the most propitious time to invest heavily in the shoelace industry.
Poetry 101
How do you turn a single line of text into a poem?
Just give the fucking line a title. Done.
The Supreme Irony
Some day I am going to manage to kill myself and that will be the greatest achievement of my life.
Monday 26 August 2019
Mindsets
Some do not know.
These are the ignorant.
It’s no insult, only a fact.
Some can be taught.
Some cannot be.
These are the damaged.
Some refuse knowledge.
These are the dangerous.
Sunday 25 August 2019
Saturday 24 August 2019
The Last Lotto
Believe me when I
Say I’ve yet to lose
My faith in the future.
D’you wonder why?
Because I know
My neighbours.
Just as the scientists
Have their Doomsday Clock,
I know that were we really
Living in the Last Days,
Bookies would have
Armageddon on the
Big Board and folks
Would be betting
On the year, day, hour
Of the Celestial Horns.
Gamblers are, of
Necessity, optimists so
When THEY are weighing
The odds of The End
Of Days, that’s when you
Should worry.
“Z”
The nomenclature of
The “living dead” is as
Dumb as a zombie.
If it needs to eat, be
It brains or Weetabix,
Then it ain’t dead.
Period.
Nada.
Zilch.
Thursday 22 August 2019
P.O.V.
You needn’t take
A trip, cross all those
Klicks, to Lunar Lady
Moon just to see
That humanity’s too
Puny to view.
Should you choose
To zoom your gaze
Past all the haze to
Let us say, the
Caribbean isles,
What’ll greet thine
Eye?
The geography of
Your holiday dreams,
Reduced to specks
Amidst which sits the
The largest isle and
The most problematic:
Cuba, a unique spot
Among specks, an
Odd mishmash of
Cultures and cash
Which, when seen from
Space, has naught to
Boast of but the fact
That it looks much like
A lost moustache
Sitting not far from
The American coast.
Wednesday 21 August 2019
Questions, Questions
Is it an egg if it has no contents?
Is it an egg if the contents have no shell?
Must all equations rest in balance?
Can you be human without humanity?
Why do we so focus on souls
When we can’t connect them to life?
Why do we keep asking questions
When answers are found for but a few?
Tuesday 20 August 2019
Friday 16 August 2019
Taming Chaos
Christianity
May’ve begun the trend
To codify the world
From end to end and
All around, everything
That could be found was
Named, numbered and
Given a niche, said which
Box was then locked, the
Keys, now sanctified, made
The sole and sacred purview
Of a State selected Few who,
Truth to tell, were held holy
Though they had but one
Talent: they could spell
And the secrets of the
Alphabet they would never
Tell, instead they kept it
To themselves. This mystery
They did guard for many a
Century, guarding too the
One thing they could do:
Read the labels on those
Boxes that organised the
World. Their ability to read
And file, with time became
The notion that because
They knew the names of
Everything, they also kept
And polished origins,
Causality, the secrets of
Humanity but, this was
Just a fallacy.
They could put a thing
Into its proper drawer but
That was it, nothing more,
So while they could rightly
Identify every bat, tree or fly,
The error that the Founders
Made was thinking that the
Names of things, on shelves,
In stacks, in the storage shed
Out back, or even set as Art
In foliage, is all there is, the
Sum of knowledge.
Thursday 15 August 2019
Crippled Creation
You’ve no need to ponder
Not even to wonder
What’s stifled creation
Left it stalled at the station
When such strange things
Are bought as tomes of
Other people’s thoughts
Wednesday 14 August 2019
Tuesday 13 August 2019
Haiku #178
There once was a thought
A feline live and dead, boxed
Wave hi, wave goodbye
(Thanks to @albyselkie for the inspiration.)
Sunday 11 August 2019
Saturday 10 August 2019
Thursday 8 August 2019
Monday 5 August 2019
Chess: The Contest
There are some people who are so mild mannered, so innately nice, that they won’t even play chess, considering it to be too violent. There are very few of these folks, their numbers having been culled by the brutal, bloodthirsty, chess players.
Origin Stories (example 1)
Humans are the only animals born neurotic. The Book of Genesis being so misunderstood is the proof. Once we birthed the unnecessary idea of sin, we explained it by choosing to believe it’d always existed. Each sin had to once be committed for the first time, as an “original sin.”
Sunday 4 August 2019
Friday 2 August 2019
Thursday 1 August 2019
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