Diameter of a lie

Diameter of a lie

Common knowledge,
Much like a quarter inserts into its slot and destinies hinge on the outcomes of strangers.
Depositing silver dimensions of a particular diameter.
Quarters - upon the hands holding onto glory,
As the quarter drops to hit that jackpot.
And that psychic ability to tell how much
fortune will be bestowed.
All the same way that coin falls,
so as it reaches to the bottomless pit of hopes and dreams,
into the pool of metal.
When cha-ching!!
Your whole life consists a curious journey,
trips to that casino and your imagination stopped determining fate.
As though zombified pretending to be sleep walkers.

Disaster relief

I feel fatally ill...
With this distance between us.
As I hear how your voice,
Sings when you talk.
The absurdity in my eyes.
The absurdity of winning.
Not over disagreement.
Because reality checks are false.
Bringing me fever.
And the lies I must forfeit to.
All in my alter ego.
All in my impressions.

Twitter August 28th 2018

Double agent zero

Allow me to give you my best impression,
Of fantasy.
As fate goes unplanned.
Placing windows over their were signs...
Of something tragic.
The lowest of my standards.
To live life as in nature,
And the discipline of thought.
Of this servile prologue.
Candid profile of mine.
My impression of you is good nor bad.
It is rooted in false judgment,
Of the highest standards.
All my actions are motivated by virtue.
All my desires are motivated by nostalgia.
As I can feel as distinct as your breath.

Epictetus

https://philosophytweet.blogspot.com/2017/10/epictetus-greatstoic-philosopher.html?m=1

Handsome Desirability

Handsome Desirability

I don't know.
I don't know if I've ever really seen my face,
if in a picture or in the mirror.
I don't know.
It should be noted,
I don't know if this face was intended for me.
(I realize the words don't make sense.)
But the concept is a real hard indication.
If is it me asking the question or if it is the answer on the outside.
It's as though nature is a painted picture
By God's hand.
And this is nature as a self portrait.
That only my eyes can see,
But what about my face?
The traces of my face are made in nature,
And that that nature is mine.
I am the tables and chairs,
The coffee as well.
So I sit here wondering,
Were I never to see the reflection of my image,
All of nature would indisputably be my own.
And there is no reflection to be had.
Only nature.

One eye open

I'll ignore you if you're trying too hard.
I'm trained in the art...
But pay me no attention.
Because I'll never turn you away.
I'm all class and a little less ass.
As I stir my coffee.
Complete.
Self aware.
Not being judged for becoming.
I don't drop hints.
When you're missing the truth.
My head on a tilt to astronomical heights.
May technique break my fall.
Without that fake evil laugh,
And all with a smile.
Dripping like honey.

Fallacious appeals to authority

https://philosophytweet.blogspot.com/2018/08/fallacious-appeals-to-authority.html?m=1

The art of living

Empower me with your first class
Civilization.
Where all victory is ours!
Of such revelation.
Like the sun after it rains...
Navigating to the edge of the universe,
With only gods voice in that space between
Your lungs.
And the hearts ability to love effortlessly.
In a wilderness where nothing is unaccountable and wisdom reigns,
With no goods to declare.
Your transcendence.
And endless alternatives.

Cheating at Poker

Out of the deep end.
A bad attitude.
As I make all the rules
Only to break them on my own.
Put into a place where I am free
To explore.
My rebellious lies and untruths,
Of circular induction.
I say jump.
You don't say how high.
And that's how to win.

The desensitization of identity

Deep in wonder,
when death becomes my fate -
how will I die.
Where will I be.
What would my last thought be.
I'd like to imagine myself in a desert,
so far away from reality,
that it feels as if I'm chasing a distant past.
I might find a giant living rock, where I find shade....
And I sit there in refuge just waiting.
Where I experience a breathlessness,
because god has made it my final destination.
A resting place to call my own only for a moment.
(Breif moment.)
And the sky hints at me,
therapeutic aroma of rain... it starts pouring.
It is unlike anything anyone can ever dream.
That metaphysical transformation,
somewhere between holy baptism; probably
never to be found except this secret
throbbing
momentary relapse.
Where I laid down in a desert all my own.
And a whisper of God drowning in my ear.

Invulnerable

Purge me into vulnerability.
School me into oblivion.
Make me a hero that you'll
Never forget.
Tell me all your dirty little
Secrets.
And I'll wait for it all.
I'm yours.
A political prisoner.
To define decency.
As you take aim at my competitive nature.
And I'll give you the territorial advantage.

Live in the Moment - Portugal. The Man

My home
Is a girl with eyes like wishing wells
I'm not alone
But I'm still lone, lonely
When I was young
Always go below the midnight sun
Those days are done
But I'm still glowing

Ooh la la la la la
Let's live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
A lie, oh well
When you're gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Ooh la la la la la
Let's live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
With that soul to sell
When you're gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

My home
Is a girl who can't wait for time to tell
God only knows
We don't need history
When your family
Swinging from the branches of a tree
God only knows
We don't need ghost stories
Ooh la la la la la
Let's live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
A lie, oh well
When you're gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Ooh la la la la la
Let's live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
With that soul to sell
When you're gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Ooh I can't believe it
Nothing's gonna comfort me now

Ooh I can't believe it
Nothing's gonna comfort me now

Ooh la la la la la
Let's live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
A lie, oh well
When you're gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell
Ooh la la la la la
Let's live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
With that soul to sell
When you're gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Oh my god I can’t believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know
Come and watch the garden grow
I’ll see you when you get there

Oh my god I can’t believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know
Come and watch the garden grow
I’ll see you when you get there
I’ll see you when you get there
I’ll see you when you get there

Let it rain

My bellies on fire....
Let there be rain.
I just want to dance in it.
Forget the light
I just want to dance in it.
Famine is a reputation known to faith.
In my mind living in the moment
Makes you indestructible.
Living for the moment is your future
Past.
Telling us ghost stories of mankind.

Kingdom of souls

In the kingdom of souls...
I don't find myself,
Begging for forgiveness.
God would tell me otherwise.
God would see right through me and
Somehow telepathically
Ignore my sins.
It should be told another way,
That I am a lesser mortal.
A type of loser.
The kind that knows what I'm sorry for
Is only because I've been caught.
Which is scarier.
I have a bear claw.
And it tears through flesh like nothing.
That is how I imagine things.
That is how I imagine god.
It's his kingdom.

Only I'm not living in it.

Because if I was (living in the Kingdom of souls) I'd be that bear in the woods.
In no perpetual state of fear.

I'd be free in the wilderness.

That is my kingdom.
Where is gods?

Anomie and enemy rules

I'll be the judge of those eyes.
More so the color in them.
Like pavement covered in magic.
The clay shaped sculpture of your feet.
Step by step in the ground.
Just a quick glance....
And see how your movements
Trace me.
Speak to me in whispers.
Your psychological warfare
Goes against all the rules.
My appetite for you is enormous.
As in absurd concepts.
Although I'm not much of a traveller.

The art of Pretending

Allow me to demonstrate retaliation.
This far from perfect life.
And dead satisfaction.
Lies upon lies,
To rest on such mortal coil.
Where angels come.
To play.
To frolic.
To dance.
In circular formation.
It all means something.
Such false declaration.
So keep moving, sun.
Rotate around the earth.
Or the other way around.
I don't care what you do.
Simply do as you wish.

Unspecial treatment

I have an odd hunger.
Of being judged.
Because you don't understand where my magic is hiding.
Like a two headed turtle,
Sentenced to sharing the same shell.
Do you see me - in you.
The purpose is not to know your role,
But to forget about your purpose.
The role we all play is not to know
Our purpose.
 It to seek it.
Critique it.
Then to exploit it.
A maturer form in nobility.

In the reflection of signs

Rich rich rich
In color.
Where I can't believe my luck.
In my book of dreams.
Without permission.
My itch to escape.
As weight bends defying gravity.
And arrogant.
And competitive.
Women everywhere.
Amidst rain and heavy drought.
In zero gravity.

Relentless Romantic

You do you.
I'll do me.
We keep each other alive.
Breaking the stereotypical image.
To disarm ourselves of power over the other.
A heuristic experience.
So let's go underground.
No combat.
Only that.
Only that beautiful ringing voice of yours.
Over latte and dessert.