the independence of thought

I have many thoughts when independence becomes
a virtue for my sanity.
A virtue for my sanity?
But the thought of independence,
when it becomes a model!
An original source;
of candy.
A candy shop:
of dreams.
Independence. . .
the kind that mirrors its reflection from,
a kind of gestalt.
The condition.
My experience of a unity man,
woman, or child.
Into the humanity of something caused,
greater than itself.
This adulthood of imagination.
This childhood of an upbringing only -
not dreamed about.
I understand the many.
Many.
Methods of cause.
Cause and effect.
That borders no mass confusion.
Without the rules commited.
Of a pragmatic condition.
I have screened an image,
like a movie that playbacks.
The imagination has signalled.
I interpreted into my memory of it.
I have not it failed of.
I have it not failed of.
I have not failed of it.
The recovery of my anonymity.
I have not failed it of.
As I recovered from?
As I walked right into it,
myself.

I love history. . .

In history;
the history of words?
The value!
A given: reason of what was made,
to be,
to become.
I trusted.
I inventory.
Of a status-quo.
Not easily placed into a context.
Immune. -
In the event of no
finer irony, the finest
- of zoo keeping
entrepreneurs.
Poetry / Poets.
A renewed sense of admiration,
inspirated.
Self-respected adulation.
Not intolerated adoration.
A confidence restored.
A choice of my living.

Demoted

I have an affect.
The effect of being denominated?
Yet mistaken for. . .
a time of energy.
A time of energy - unmistake me.
You unmistake me!
Clearly;
in knowing how to think.
Clearly:
not in thinking.
Why outsmarted.

The habits and hobbies of timed contraints

I usually keep up with clothing trends by default rather than by design. The style the dominates the racks and are most accessible so that is what I tend to by. I do avoid extremes though. So I never got into super baggy pants nor the 'lee press-on' tight pants.I also have never been a big fan of wearing labels on my clothes (other than to support a sports team or organization. As Run DMC so eloquently stated "Calvin Klein is no friend of mine, don't want nobody's name on my behind".

So while I do not wear 'A-Team', 'Pac-Man' and GnR shirts...I can't help but pick up and wear a few 'retro' looking items from time to time. It is just the style of the day.

I commented a few weeks ago about Fisher Price looking like an '80's prince', with the 'Miami-Vice' like blazer and thin black tie. I remember dressing like that when I was in 8th grade. It was the 80's version of the metro-sexual when everyone, even little 12 year olds like me was image minded. At this time most of us thought we were trend setters, but the whole look including the rock-a-billy movement that coincided with it was juast an adaptation of a previous movement/trend. By the time I graduated (5 years later) high school it was the complete opposite as 'grunge' dressing rather shabbily was the 'style'. BOHO or Bohemian style was actually a trend recently as well. (which like everything else should be repeated several times over in our lifetime).

While this dates me, it also gives me the ability to appreciate the full cycle and spectrum. We have an appreciation for modern function and interpretation of things while maintaining a yearning for nostalgia.

Ironically, coolness is defined by an intangeable quality unrelated to coolness of the object itself. Context is what matters.

Retorted

Stop dreaming.
The dreaming?
Just as I will have. . .
predicted it!
Upon many;
many:
less than thought.
Then and only then.
Then and only then,
did I find new happiness.
A renewed sense of waste.
Wasted.
I have wasted it like a warm cup of coffee,
gone cold.
It is very original to make such fine instances,
of a poor made present day language.
These are my thoughts most important.
These are those my thoughts most important.
These are my most important thoughts.
These are important thoughts I have.

Outsourced Hipster Definition of Irony

Source me, jess. If you want to impress your profs, take these notes: I will explain how to manipulate the answer to 'what is hipster irony' and proceed with examples given. Within the explanation, keep focused on why the ideas are of importance, they want to know what it is not how it works.

1 - Consider what is a 'tale of unknown paradox'? (answer: the unknown paradox is hipster irony, it is unreasoned, but can be made aware of. The paradox is illustrated through making example of what a paradox is = hipster irony.

2 - hispter irony is a stigma. (i.e. elevated subconscious) Everything in reality must become divided according to (e.g. Plato's laws) . . . Note: plato can be used in the explanation, because you want to introduce hipster irony as a potential that exists in the human psyche. It is a human form of living. Therefore, you must introduce the hipster irony as a thing. A form of what happens to exists as a generalized other.

3 - My list of examples: I am person x. Person y is a woman. Person q is a another woman. x is hispster. Person y and person q together represent the irony what 'x' is about to face.

End-of-outline


Logical limited necessity

Power = there is an element from which the person who acts according to laws is to being.

The person of which is being limited to freedom? Person x responds to person y. Person q is subject to defenses. Therefore, person x is hipster.

Person y: is a defenseless bystander. If person x is aware that y is not hipster, the non-conformist principle is contradicted. The principle cannot be both x and y, unless conformity is not contradicted.


The answer to hipster irony? I have an idea, that we agree it is a role played, the type of non-conformism associated with hipster-irony. Be aware that stereotypes are also a form of a non-conformist. Therefore, it is an ideology where the world is experienced without rules or norms of a standard behavior. The sense of being hipster is a sense of, not being aware of the conditions that must be present to survive, though they MUST be present is the so called "irony" of a hipster conscience.

1 non-conformist principles

2 no rules that apply or restrict behaving in association with norms

3 standards of behavior without the causes attributed to sameness = irony

Three examples of irony:

1) dieting - a person that is unaware of their own inferiority complex. They believe they are fully aware of being selfish about desiring to have a better body. Instead, they are repeating a pattern of inferiority that reinforces their false belief of maintaining a power image.

2) If a hipster dislikes another, yet are completely aware of the stigma. They are producing a cause that is superficially layered, without caring; ignore the consequences be it positively or negatively enforced. Their main goal is to stigmatize or alienate others.

3) The purpose of avoiding a hipster profile but engaging in the proper ideal society has an image of. (e.g. person y responds to self gratification, only person x is a shadow of what y actually thinks about revealing.) x - "You wore a bathing suit?" x asks person yy - thinking person x offended them from what was asked, "You think I am fat!" person q - is a bystander of what y cannot assume. Q is to X what Y is hipster. Q, X, Y are each involved in irony of defeat. Each defeated each other. In defeating each other, they have no recognition thus the rules of social conformity are unbreakable. < that is the true definition of hipster defined as hipsters. Pretending to break the rules when all they are doing is ignoring them, by defeating each other, actually obey rules that restore order and control.

If you want

It is of a greater impacted force.
The kind of time?
The time of a memory gone!
Gone.
My belief is.
Gone.
That person that hided about.
But absence makes the heart grow fonder of;
accepting myself - myself.
I am positive I became a monster:
myself - accepting myself.
Though a hair cut has changed the style of my body.
Young and diseased.
Not of cancer, the kind of disease that regrets you were there.
I live to love her power.
That is all if you want.
My courage is to suceed it.

Chasing the motivation of irony

I have a great idea?
To heal!
To heal.
From the direction,
the same directed anger I do.
Some kind of a language;
that the message obeys its medium.
The medium:
is not the message.
Tell me who you are. . .
behind that mask you follow.
I am in the career field,
filed under "did" and already I have found.
As in did the idea become you in a moment,
you failed then to realize what category you fit.
That desire to.

Headless Archie the Dinosaur

On the opening act;
I am a passenger without a ticket?
The belief:
of a problem!
The race is to the swift. . .
but phone me another day.
The alarm rang twice,
because death strikes at dawn.
A merry life.
A man like any other.
Where the goddess of the stage,
I stand upon reasoned chances
an accursed code.

If I were not to feel anything?

My color on the inside is pink;
coffee decreases my appetite.

Predicament

From the place I started,
I crossed an imaginary line.
The silence of a whispered voice.
The idea I have.
That I had a dream about not being stigmatized!
The kind of dreaming,
where there is Judas being executed
and not Jesus?
But how;
how can you dream about something being not.
Then how:
- how can I see why not . -
Why not.
Why not.
Not being stigmatized.

No shrinking violet

If there is something I can attribute anything I have accomplished since finishing university, it is that I did it myself! Everything I have done, I have earned. Every time I picked up a mop or cleaned a floor, I did. I know how much I can respect myself for what I have accomplished up to this point. Now I can start to shape my future. I feel this happily; I can keep my options open and make the most of opportunities. Whatever the outcome, I know I can count on my strengths. I can focus on how university was a growing experience. I will continue to grow. Just as I predicted! It was as though Huckle Berry Finn took a bus ride back home.

the value of freedom

Now that I have what I really need - a university degree - I can say I am happy with some optimism for the future. I am prepared to move out of the house and start on a career path. The journey I can look forward to.

Piles of Dirty Laundry

I never thought it.
Would I make it here this far?
After the dust settled!
But here I am a university grad. . .
and proud to believe it.
I never thought I would make it;
though I made it this far.
I began writing words of poetry into song.
It began:
in January.
I thought then,
like I did -
could I survive the final few courses.
Since then I have.
I have survived.
Landed in piles of dirty laundry.

That Having Winned

Jumping with joy
are you out of your mind. . .
the world is in your hand!
Not trying to too hard to enjoy
the chocolate milk?
I will;
I will.
Have enjoyed.
Having enjoyed.
I will without,
having dismissed the story.
The caribou that feeds.
I have been defined.

Jumping For Joy

Be the change you want to see in the world.
I have never felt this exuberant or as proud of myself,
as I do at this moment in time.
I am overcome;
not with guilt.
Not with remorse.
But a satisfaction.
I am done.
Done with my university studies!
What have I accomplished?
That desire:
not to be punished.
It is,
me.
My will. -
I will,
- it.
I willed it myself.
That this is my temptation of a satisfaction,
which I have celebrated.

Something missing

I have not decided yet?
$1.09 per liter of petroleum gasoline for driving.
Driving forward the war in Iraq!
Wonderful, Mr. Stephen Harper.
What economic spin-offs with the neighboring country,
you camp your tent.
The favors that it will bring Canada;
are many that folded our hopes.
Man alive:
tonight, I walked. . .
I took a walk down Corydon Ave.
The evening kept a chill breeze.
Enough for the cold container of chocolate milk,
I picked it up from the corner grocery.
And I thought about how I could change -
what I will be.
- What I have become.

The knowing of importance

There is a knowing of importance,
the kind of geneology or ideology.
But if you think about something enough
that it will not happen?
It is more likely not to.
It will be.
It will have happened!
This is how I sign the cross;
how I experience the knowing of importance.
How to predict a future: with having painted it.
Not having told you are given to the competition.

no matter what you are like in person, you unveil nothing that even remotely suggests talent. My attrition is based on fact of how I experience the power of writing. It has everything to do with becoming a writer. My point about Joel, I brought to the attention of truly wanting people to gain a sense of your autonomy because it appeals to them. Joel is giving you detail in a manner that is completely a denial in the sense he has made it. Has he read my poems? That is why I defend the purpose as I do here! I am not talking out of my ass like Joel.

You guys want to hear my experience, because I have introduced my writing. If you want to be bigots, it is not on my back because I know from experience that people who have next to little enough talent that would like to write cutting edge stuff are often those that rather give feedback to people who they guess suck as much as they do. Those people become "editor's".

To be honest, that is the most redundant advice one can ascirbe to. Nobody who writes, at least in my experience, wants to beat around the bush with what other people feedback are giving. You want readers to establish the work you have to offer and that is the truth when it comes to any idea about being a writer. That is my honest opinion.

It is all about the market. "serial novels" are a novelty and that is what the market wants from writers that can pull it off is very-very limited. That pretty much describes why this guy is getting himself noticed. I write excellent blog poetry, but nobody I care to think would publish. edit: however, I do not write novels, I enjoy reading them and I know a bit about the style of writing based on joel's assumption.

The Status Quo

In cornering the market,
there is a lot of economic spin.
But when I look?
I see a lost faith not renewed!
Perhaps, than less of it more.
A not naive type of blindness that can be seen.
A not naive kind of psychological nature;
of which the eye can.
Esthetic: a power.
A not naive type of blindness that the eye can see
is psychological nature.
The purpose of which I am intended -
the kind or type of how. . .
- my confirmed psychological nature has confided.
I confined it a purpose of which I am.
The purpose I am intended is a psychological nature.
The language of thought,
though not a thought of language.

Between you and me, I do not come on here to patronize anyone with my poetry, I contribute it with which it was intended. However, if you insist on belittling me, I do not come on the board for shits and giggles as the majority here do. I do not consider the board a status quo, or how I fail to represent it! The fact of the matter is I do not conform, and it is my duty as a socialist.

Scavenger Hunter

In the most ominous manner;
I think possible,
the intended: a nature I do not know. . .
or the manner in which caused it.
I have made the sound of this my voice.
It has made a change in structure?
It has created a meaning in sound!
Like the echo of a bagpiper blasted through its horns.

Intellectualization

It reminds me of how I like to have thoughts.
The kind of nice that matters,
becaue nice matters,
and cynical nature is moot to the bone.
It is the sun that I believe in,
when it has not shined?
It is the love that I believe in,
when it has not felt!
It is the god that I believe in;
when all there is:
is. . . silence.

The rate of inflation

I am not almost glad I thought of it,
a short supply of cash in my pocket.
That I am hiding it from myself.

False Impression: loss of a choice

Swamp thing.
The virtue of a tragic
conscience.
The predicament of not having turned myself into
the game of cat and mouse.
Have I not changed;
if the limited potential that I say,
is a matter of opinion or talked of a censored
perfect image.
A candid expression
revealed with
thought.
The memory of a well developed,
strategy.
Learning how to recognize
alternative options and habits;
not based on only what it is I feel.

Romance in the blue light

I showed.
Yes, I showed.
How to have behaved.
That risk of a behavior,
or a paternal love.
The kind of behavior that,
through thought of evil or what is?
What is good wins every time!
And the belief of a thought that presented me;
to gather the thoughts of doing my best.
A city in blue lights.
No sirens needed:
only blue. . .
light.
Off of the reflected image of mine,
I do not put off
what I can do for today
for tomorrow.
I will not hide behind,
that lantern.
As though it reflects a jack-o-lantern.
I will reveal myself,
and the fake image is one of less than many,
but a pair of rabbit ears poked out from
a chef's hat set over them.

Questionable Behavior

I try not as often as most,
having already explained myself.
I try not to.
Not a need to have explained the discerned nature
of my simultaneous arousal of choice.
If only a choice.
My mind generates responses.
I do not as have reacted.

Sheriff of Babylon

Mr. Somebody knows.
A tough customer I am -
ready to take the next step
forward.
As I take risk of
my best behavior.
To play the victim of a less than thoughtful self;
tell me how:
not to break your heart.
When because I rather live up to
what ideal?
Purchased of a lie I would rather
- deny!
For myself being pleasured not
haunted.
The pain if not have I
sacrificed.
That stimulant I addicted
myself to.
Stimulated of the denied sense
rather than lied about it.
The clown show if it is to be
a circus act must
also have accompanied.
Not intended to mean harm of others,
only not tougher to have injured me.
When travel of thought stops
have you not underestimated
the power of wisdom,
or neglected the value
its intended.

patients for hire

There are patients of rooms -
rooms waiting to be filled.
For the moment the rooms of patients,
are divided into those that number.
Those that die?
Others that heal!
Many more are less than caused;
remain in support groups.
But . . .
in time:
the great challenge lay ahead.

I was there

The brown potato sack I held over my head,
with the thunder, it rained.
Soaked I found a lady bug.
This giant insect I had shrinked it into!
The containment between a fantasy and reality?
But on the occasion;
lady bug squeezed the life out.
And the lady bug kept alive in the woods:
a forest full of insects.
I was there.
This I thought.
The thought of an irresistable cage.
The thought of an irresistable cage.
No thought that of risky behavior.
I have behaved myself well enough,
that my self-respect is not risked.
And if the show fits, not only do I wear it -
I
- would imagine work of durability.
I was there.

Practiced, smiled, dispersed the decent upward not downward

It is the illusion.
Through the fog that built that illusion of thought.
Absent minded.
Missed the target.
A moment of relapse.
My skin glowed.
Glowing like a force of nature,
that looks like the sun.
Starved;
like a famine not -
obstructed.

Permanent Vacation

On a cruise ship to nowhere. . .
old habits died hard.
I love this holiday!
Wearing Easter Shoes.
I can imagine the laughter of old times gone by,
during holiday?
On the Island of Knots;
I have travelled here on broken back.
But:
I have the spine to straight walk the line.
And from each day forward,
on the time I surrender.
I am interested in falling.
Falled,
falled.
Flew.
I flew with the comfort of being there.
Being here in the presence of laughter,
where I am on vacation.
Taking permanent vacations booked through -
a secret travel agency.
This obvious nature of mine
- that circles the paradise of a dream.

Faked Baked Apples

I'm right behind you,
that sense of having recovered.
That sense of my having waited this long.
Now, it all might seem like an eternity.
But I followed the scent to this road,
of baked apples.
From nowhere.
Why not trust you?
You;
you:
fooled me,
I believed
I was there.
I tricked, you!

Gravitated

I am not usually this lazy or
unreasonable.
When is April falling?
That dead weight!
When April falls. . .
and the dead weight is.
Interesting.
I only choose the word to fill in that void;
however:
how do you create a metaphor for nothing.
As if nothing can exist.

Edification of the Intellect

On damp Winnipeg mornings in April,
the chill that dampens my mind.
I can see such an environment is.
I am not distracted or placid.
It is this large.
But, nothing!
Nothing?
Nothing;
nothing:
would make my anger more depressed.
Can an emotion such as anger. . .
not depress me as much.
If not one than the other.
My intellect of edification is ritual.

Edification

THIS IS MARCO'S HEAD SPEAKING. CAN YOU HEAR IT? LISTEN TO THE VOICE MARCO. I MUST ACT COMPLICIT.

Do not play me for a clown, Irish.

I'm actually being quite NICE about it. But, ironically enough this still has something to do with Sadie and how she reacts to her coworker. I think that oddly enough I am not in harms way of you, nor would I care to act like a coward as you accuse me of.

fine. dont get so touchy about it. it's actually kind of interesting ya know? I mean, most of us only get to talk to ourSelf and only hear one voice in our heads - those like you who can talk to a whole crowd of people is rather unique. It's like, you'll never get lonely, can have great debates, and never have to leave your house.

OH. YOU SURE PERSUADE EVERYONE DO YOU.

reverse? im pretty sure it was a rather direct question.

Certainly Irish being convincing is not what you think. What you keep using is reverse psychology, I hardly think equates to my lack of competence. I assure you I am incapable of immorality such as you demonstrate it. Let me make that apparent to all who read this.

uh huh.

so as I was saying.............are you one of those splits that can actually communicate internally with all the others that are living in your brain?just in case you didnt understand it the first time.

Okay, so do you know what you have refuted, when a hint of argument is not about to go your way. That is when you get yourself into trouble. I simply offered an interpretation of what I think of you. You cannot refute it. Except that I do not accept it if people like yourself, might insist on. Now, that is the truth. I was interested in Sadie's trouble.

So tell me Marco, are you one of those split hosts that can actually communicate with all the others living in your brain, like I've read that some can? Or is this you attempting to do just that?

Moving forward, I think I figured out what Sadie is actually facing. I used to have a friendship with this guy I knew. He was very condescending in his nature. Needless to say it turned people off. In that same idea, not that it was depicted in my head, it just happened to be the reality of what a situation like that does to people. I was very aware of my environment and how a person like (Sadie's colleague) interferes.

That being said: I looked elsewhere for my own wellbeing and I am no longer friends with that person. The same applies to the reality Sadie is facing in her present job, with said co-worker.

If Sadie is feeling like she is being condescended against, the other co-worker is just as fragile. The co-worker is probably jesting Sadie in the attempt to weed out how Sadie interacts with people intimidates her co-worker. Sadie makes things look easy, and that in turn reflects why they will never get along as it appears to be the case.

Good luck with that. You nor her are not going to change.


The worst thing about irish being back, and I am trying to be honest about it here. . . she acts like a person who works for government. In Winnipeg, these types of bureaucratic employees that are working for the city, think they have the upperhand on EVERYTHING. And when talking to these guys, they think they have some weight and do not have to tolerate being bossed around by others. "It's about the law, we have no other personality."


the best thing about irish being back is gossiping with her on msn.


That is about right I guess.


i like irish.


You like everyone. If Irish is from Vancouver, that's no surprise there. Bandwagon country.


I'm saying I can learn to appreciate Irish, but she does not reflect my personality or others from my observation of her conduct on the board.


It makes lots of sense, he's saying her personality, based on what she posts, doesn't match anyone else on the board, but he can be tolerant and learn to like her difference.


Why not, if it makes perfect sense Tam. Does Irish contribute without her being selfish in everything she posts? No, instead Irish lacks any traits on the board and is pretty useless minded which relate to specific characteristics of her personality.


If you can follow What-I-Was getting at RELATES perfectly to Sadie's original topic. The fact that if I were to prefer keeping myself open to other people's judgment, should not eradicate others in the process thereof. I DO care to contribute to the board and this is an example of it, because I know I have solicited my personal views as I chose to express. Irish, on the other hand, spoke about Sadie's reference to something in a debilitiating if not uncompromising sense of reinforcing her behavior negatively. Irish and Irish alone gave advice to Sadie, I say: The advice Irish gave her speaks loads about her own insecurities.

I care to advocate for change, not Sadie's defenses. If you think about it, Irish's advice is completely contradictory to developing a result that is genuinely satisfying.

Forget about blocking people, love. If you can read some of the things that are positive on your side, such as the things I can relate to in your experience. Make it your own. That is my advice to you. Did you read the poem?


I need to address it to you. I do not blame anyone who is curious, I mean why would I. If I thought it was not worth watching, then I would be the one that is lying to you.


What I am doing is NOT walking around in circles arguing with you. I do think the Canucks are not as capable but underwhelming favorites.


Marco, usually when you cheer for a team for several years even when they're losing, that would mean they aren't "bandwagon freakshows".


No, it means when they're losing. . . when they win you think they're something great becuase even though they truly suck.

I challenged paul in the same way when he said, "(The Flames) did not deserve a point." I cheer for the underdogs, and the Flames were tired from the night before. They never gave up and showed tremendous heart, which is why Paul is wrong in his assesment. The Canucks got EXTREMELY fortunate in my opinion, but they got lucky with the Flames.


edit: to owen / josh

obviouslyI mean that you have the same problem other people like you have, if you take things personally. It is not my fault not everything I might reply, adheres to how I directly feel when I post. Naturally, Josh or anyone else will not understand things based on my own human nature of things I post when I post them.

Bro. If owen can call out the "oblivious ape", may also compare with what I actually feel becomes a major problem on this board. I keep this real man.

The response about Sadie dealing with her own demons. I am not perfect, but I do not claim that I am either. There is a difference. Sadie does not see it as though one would tell her, "You mean to tell everyone you think you are perfect, everyone can see it but you Sadie." That is the question I based my intstruction. It follows what you implied I "don't make sense" in the NHL thread. You said yourself people "not caring" enough is a bad thing. You might have thought it yourself, but that makes you no different from us not caring. You can say I accuse you of thinking, "more people should think they are perfect." Clearly, we live in an unperfect world. You keep yourself on a pedestal, owen.

What is it that best regarded

I have to let go,
letted go.
I let go of the shame.
For which is no responsibility of mine?
But I have felt this ashamed of myself,
it has become a part of me.
It is grown as I have neglected my own healing power.
The shame and denial.
The refusal to accept myself.
The shame of it.
I kept myself backward.
I have lived to believe in the guilt,
that has owned me!
The shame has a power over not what I am,
but what I limit it to.
I -
I;
cannot be ashamed of myself for what has been.
What happened to me as a child.
I was sexually abused and it taught me something.
I do not run from the guilt,
I can embrace it.
I can forgive myself, and see what others see in me
- I have qualities.
I value it.
I own it.
I am not ashamed to admit to my sexual abuse.
Being ashamed:
makes me a victim.
Being a survivor:
makes me a man.
A childhood not because of shame,
a manhood because of incest that I do not deny.
I accept. . .
I accept.
And I believe in myself.
A believer that has no fear in how scared I became,
when I was 6 years old.
And the man who abused me, forever affected the life
of a child.
That was then, this is now.
I read the book.
I was in grade seven.
Did anyone else know I was a victim?
Did everyone else know I was a catipilar,
waiting to cocoon into a butterfly.
That was then this is now.
I have only attributes of character I possess,
the ones that I defined as being who I am.
Make me a great, great leader among men.
But do they know I am a victim or a survivor,
that the pain I come across.
That hurt I do not show,
but I feel it inside.
It decays internally, without ever it being revealed.
I will be.
Not defeated.
But acknowledge my shadow, as it lurks like a phantom.
A menace in disguise.
The phantom I am.
The love for the phantom, shattered.
Into pieces it shatters.
I shatter it.
And the pieces I will not pick up again.

Forced Weight Downward

The creator of my existence has belief.
The belief of many,
and the hop of a rabbit.
The leap,
up
up
up.
Then stops.
No movement forward, or backward.
Just the memory of a crutched back,
on freeing the pain of inhibition.

Rotten Spoiled Tomatoes

The aroma of garbage,
have limited my chances!
In focus of the great heretic,
has the in.
As I have a future:
the nature of my universe;
I make sense of the center.
What happened?
The story begins as I will end,
not being a victim.
But always - always speaking the truth.
And from this I learned,
to tell of myself.
To speak of the child I was,
used to be. . .
sexually abused.
And now, I am a survivor of childhood
sexual abuse.
A man that is no longer the victim
in silence.
A silence -
that I carried shame and guilt.
That I blamed the victim,
- I was responsible even though I was only a child.
But I survived.
And I became the survivor.
My choice,
my choice of a forgiveness in experience.

The quality of convenience

I have got to have this?
I must have this, epiphany!
The solution to this,
is executed.
My purpose of thought. . .
has become one.
That time the kind or reward;
on judgment:
and on thoughts of many.

The valour of thought

I have a validity for vanity.
A vanity of validity.
But in the time it took,
to become this I thought relpased?
An emotional relapse of what!
What is valid;
for the vanity of:
reason.

Beautiful Expressions

On the empty plain filled with empty dreams.
I wondered aloud and thought.
This comedy of a habitat,
sank compatibly with most.
The habitat is a comedy,
for the power to surprise.
This retribution of an assembly.

diffused thought

The thought of being diffused,
has so often gathered -
though many different are.
Such are Mr. and Mrs. in the title
of Aboriginal and Black skinned?
Of which is Aboriginal and the other is black,
is of now no great importance as.
The reason for, a man of choice,
- is;
that he:
is!
The rules of happiness.

April Fooled

And as for me,
is there something else. . .
that I must have missed?
Somehow, I would like to share it.
The nature of this is paradox.
The needs of purpose in if fact.