Talking Loose

Sense inputs processed in the nervous system necessitate an output whatever, affects other body systems, the nervous system itself, and outward responses. When one gets lost in the shuffled norms and elusive standards of community culture with a glimpse of belief in some comprehended values concerning life, humanity, mind… can we imagine or estimate the… Continue reading Talking Loose

SO

Like a peacock spreading A burned tail Why not let alone with me All by my guitar Maybe then, you’ll see another, unsuspected With burns move on to throat and tunes My tongue derives Existence and love, from One root of sorrow No trustable, Like a virgin oasis Long before routs and caravans Be Headed… Continue reading SO

Others and Belief

Believing there’s at least someone out, up there, be it human, angel, a demon or maybe a three in one creature! Entails introspection at an early stage through the teachings which have been fed from common sense around, teachers of example, dead or alive, accessible or far away. Unintentionally, I’ve come by angel and demon… Continue reading Others and Belief

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Too Many Irons

Rather than resort to any A glass, if it just goes unpenned Around Is a tongue settled last to aural With elusive semiotics A day of very few what To Do, What for on earth, to be written down, and With a tongue another, thought, playing Monologues Streams of ink water the characters Heaps of… Continue reading Too Many Irons

Scales of Another

Out of spectral-levels perspectives employing interpretations of the accelerating discoveries and ever integrating laws of science, into common sense shockingly speeding as never has been known before; is there any decisiveness to attribute some, indisputably, to truths other than those of Man in the dawn of life, and death, sun and moon, morning and evening… Continue reading Scales of Another

An Image

Of an infinite Oneness, not a zero denominator of an abstract nominator one; earthly stuff, too wild to be polished. It is also an expired scrap to be recycled or invest. To earn only what is worth, not even grace if it is unearned. One should have wondered what amusement found, by the perpetual dwellers,… Continue reading An Image

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