Feel free...
To lie inside deceits
To intrude upon repeats
To throw away receipts
Feel free...
To toil, toss, & tremble
To drink life from a thimble
To merely just resemble
Feel free...
To lounge in lethargic limbo
To assuage with arms & legs akimbo
To leech, & loath, & linger
To point the perpetual finger
Feel free...
To whatever life is yours
To find what's not in stores
To be your virtuous own
To transcend archetypal clone
Feel free...
To take what's given (free)
To feel free
to what you'll be
or apprehensively wait and see
the resultant helpless plea
Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Another shorted story...
The Applicant
"Where do these-things come from?" She muttered in bewilderment. "I swear to... if I have to hire one of these-things to fill the position... Aren't there any half-normal humanoid-beings left to hire?" Shaking her rhetorical-head in disbelief she gazed longingly into the abyss that always seemed to form near her feet in moments such as this. Her secretary tried to convey understanding in a perplexed expression as she stood in the doorway awaiting instructions. "Send in the next applicant. -Please."
The secretary made subtle haste to retrieve the next applicant. As the secretary returned she informed the HR manager that this was the last applicant of the day. After thanking the secretary, the HR manager introduced herself to the applicant by name. She attempted to shake the applicant's hand, but was left lingering in the unoccupied space. Then the applicant started addressing her.
"I'll maek dis quik, cuze I gots bettur pschyt ta du."
She held her composure as if by some miracle, and managed to ask the applicant.
"So what brought you to our company?"
The applicant extended a small slip of paper towards her as he showed annoyance with her question.
"I gots ta sho fur sum intervuze ta gets meye unimploymunt. Heer, sine dis pschyt sew I kan gets outta heer."
She looked at the parking-slip that the applicant insisted she sign. For reasons unknown to her, she didn't just write things off then and there.
"How long have you been looking for-"
"-Lisun heer MissEe, I kan gets au jawb anE tyme I wunts. I aent no damm slaeve dou, an 'speciully fur no skurt-runn joynt lik dis-heer too-bitt-hoal-n-da-wahl playse. Jus sine meye pschyt sew I kan gets outta heer, Daime. I aent haevin ta tak no lipp frum sum hussE nobudE."
She only waited for the applicant to finish speaking in hopes of managing to avoid saying what she was thinking. As the air fell dead at the end of his words, she felt a murderous rage of speech erupting.
"Take your little-stub, and cram it up your worthless-lazy-head-holstering-anus! That is, if your giant-swollen-empty-head isn't packed-in there too tightly to fit it. If you haven't spent all your unemployment money on forged a G.E.D., a prosthetic-phalluce for urinalysis fraud, and your obvious substance-addictions, you can pay the parking yourself. If you can't afford that, try applying for suicide-assistance under the get-the-phuk-out-of-my-office program. Now if you'll excuse me, I have something you'll never understand to do. WORK."
She pointed to the door with a finger attached to a hand that wished to be a mighty fist.
"Hoald awn a sekund ther tootz. No neede ta gets Ur pantEs n a wadd. Aent meye fult ya gots ah stik upp yer ahss. I doan neede ta tak pschit ahff sum-budy elzus' bytch. I yam outta heer aniwhey, ya dumm kunt."
The applicant strutted out of the office, and muttered expletive pejoratives sporadically as he departed the lobby. She followed him as far as the lobby, and then called out to her secretary to keep an eye on him until he had left the building. Her secretary called the building's security to assist her with this task.
Security watched the applicant on their monitors as he went into other offices within the building. He stole office supplies, ate food from one of the break-room refrigerators, forged a signature onto his stub, smashed various pieces of equipment, &c, &c, &c. Then as the security guards went to escort him out, he ran into one of the restrooms, and locked himself inside.
Inside the restroom the applicant began doing some cocaine that he had brought along with him. It was low-quality stuff, so he did a lot of it. Then he managed to destroy a toilet, a sink, and cause water to begin flooding onto the floor. As the water burst and filled the restroom he unlocked the door, and went crashing out.
The security guards were unable to corral the applicant, and he went screaming down the hallways.
"I gonna soo ahll a U lowsE kunz! U aent gonna gets mee, I gonna gets U! Phukerz!!!"
The local police were contacted to assist after the applicant commenced to smash several windows. There was a patrol just down the street when the call came through, and they arrived quickly on the scene. They used their tasers to gain compliance an apprehend the applicant.
After escorting the applicant out of the building and into their patrol-car, the officers began taking statements. When the HR manager was asked what happened, she gave a disavowing account.
"He came in for a job interview in order to continue receiving unemployment benefits. I guess this is how he applies himself."
The cops informed her that the applicant had several priors, none of which were included on his resume or application. His name was the only thing that matched any officially documented records. This was the opposite of surprising.
Later that same day the applicant was released from police custody. The building manager agreed not to press charges in order to avoid a law-suit. According to the building manager's attorney the applicant was likely to win the suit if it were to go to court. A small settlement sum was also awarded to the applicant.
It has been almost 2 years since this incident took place. The applicant is still drawing from unemployment due to some clerical errors, extensions, special circumstances, &c, &c, &c. He has been arrested and released a total of 72 times since then. At least 4 women are involved in paternity suits with him, including his common-law spouse that pays for his living expenses. She accepts beatings from him at least 3 times per week as a result of his methamphetamine addiction, and for being what he calls "ah twott and ah trahllup".
His unemployment is due to run out within another 6 weeks. In anticipation of this he has applied for several subsidies for low-income-and-other-less-fortunate-persons. He has also been attending several various churches of assorted faiths. Some of them have even accepted his applications for ministry in foreign lands. An application has also been sent to the general-welfare office in his area. All of these applications are currently pending.
"Where do these-things come from?" She muttered in bewilderment. "I swear to... if I have to hire one of these-things to fill the position... Aren't there any half-normal humanoid-beings left to hire?" Shaking her rhetorical-head in disbelief she gazed longingly into the abyss that always seemed to form near her feet in moments such as this. Her secretary tried to convey understanding in a perplexed expression as she stood in the doorway awaiting instructions. "Send in the next applicant. -Please."
The secretary made subtle haste to retrieve the next applicant. As the secretary returned she informed the HR manager that this was the last applicant of the day. After thanking the secretary, the HR manager introduced herself to the applicant by name. She attempted to shake the applicant's hand, but was left lingering in the unoccupied space. Then the applicant started addressing her.
"I'll maek dis quik, cuze I gots bettur pschyt ta du."
She held her composure as if by some miracle, and managed to ask the applicant.
"So what brought you to our company?"
The applicant extended a small slip of paper towards her as he showed annoyance with her question.
"I gots ta sho fur sum intervuze ta gets meye unimploymunt. Heer, sine dis pschyt sew I kan gets outta heer."
She looked at the parking-slip that the applicant insisted she sign. For reasons unknown to her, she didn't just write things off then and there.
"How long have you been looking for-"
"-Lisun heer MissEe, I kan gets au jawb anE tyme I wunts. I aent no damm slaeve dou, an 'speciully fur no skurt-runn joynt lik dis-heer too-bitt-hoal-n-da-wahl playse. Jus sine meye pschyt sew I kan gets outta heer, Daime. I aent haevin ta tak no lipp frum sum hussE nobudE."
She only waited for the applicant to finish speaking in hopes of managing to avoid saying what she was thinking. As the air fell dead at the end of his words, she felt a murderous rage of speech erupting.
"Take your little-stub, and cram it up your worthless-lazy-head-holstering-anus! That is, if your giant-swollen-empty-head isn't packed-in there too tightly to fit it. If you haven't spent all your unemployment money on forged a G.E.D., a prosthetic-phalluce for urinalysis fraud, and your obvious substance-addictions, you can pay the parking yourself. If you can't afford that, try applying for suicide-assistance under the get-the-phuk-out-of-my-office program. Now if you'll excuse me, I have something you'll never understand to do. WORK."
She pointed to the door with a finger attached to a hand that wished to be a mighty fist.
"Hoald awn a sekund ther tootz. No neede ta gets Ur pantEs n a wadd. Aent meye fult ya gots ah stik upp yer ahss. I doan neede ta tak pschit ahff sum-budy elzus' bytch. I yam outta heer aniwhey, ya dumm kunt."
The applicant strutted out of the office, and muttered expletive pejoratives sporadically as he departed the lobby. She followed him as far as the lobby, and then called out to her secretary to keep an eye on him until he had left the building. Her secretary called the building's security to assist her with this task.
Security watched the applicant on their monitors as he went into other offices within the building. He stole office supplies, ate food from one of the break-room refrigerators, forged a signature onto his stub, smashed various pieces of equipment, &c, &c, &c. Then as the security guards went to escort him out, he ran into one of the restrooms, and locked himself inside.
Inside the restroom the applicant began doing some cocaine that he had brought along with him. It was low-quality stuff, so he did a lot of it. Then he managed to destroy a toilet, a sink, and cause water to begin flooding onto the floor. As the water burst and filled the restroom he unlocked the door, and went crashing out.
The security guards were unable to corral the applicant, and he went screaming down the hallways.
"I gonna soo ahll a U lowsE kunz! U aent gonna gets mee, I gonna gets U! Phukerz!!!"
The local police were contacted to assist after the applicant commenced to smash several windows. There was a patrol just down the street when the call came through, and they arrived quickly on the scene. They used their tasers to gain compliance an apprehend the applicant.
After escorting the applicant out of the building and into their patrol-car, the officers began taking statements. When the HR manager was asked what happened, she gave a disavowing account.
"He came in for a job interview in order to continue receiving unemployment benefits. I guess this is how he applies himself."
The cops informed her that the applicant had several priors, none of which were included on his resume or application. His name was the only thing that matched any officially documented records. This was the opposite of surprising.
Later that same day the applicant was released from police custody. The building manager agreed not to press charges in order to avoid a law-suit. According to the building manager's attorney the applicant was likely to win the suit if it were to go to court. A small settlement sum was also awarded to the applicant.
It has been almost 2 years since this incident took place. The applicant is still drawing from unemployment due to some clerical errors, extensions, special circumstances, &c, &c, &c. He has been arrested and released a total of 72 times since then. At least 4 women are involved in paternity suits with him, including his common-law spouse that pays for his living expenses. She accepts beatings from him at least 3 times per week as a result of his methamphetamine addiction, and for being what he calls "ah twott and ah trahllup".
His unemployment is due to run out within another 6 weeks. In anticipation of this he has applied for several subsidies for low-income-and-other-less-fortunate-persons. He has also been attending several various churches of assorted faiths. Some of them have even accepted his applications for ministry in foreign lands. An application has also been sent to the general-welfare office in his area. All of these applications are currently pending.
Open letters...
Capitalize or lower case
How does you spell
your name
in the letters
of this life?
Do you capitalize
upon introduction?
Do you use punctuations
to leave definitive marks?
or do you default instead
to lower cases
hoping that some editor
will correct things
and spell it all out properly
for you
What's the syntax
of your name
in contexts?
(No Signature)
How does you spell
your name
in the letters
of this life?
Do you capitalize
upon introduction?
Do you use punctuations
to leave definitive marks?
or do you default instead
to lower cases
hoping that some editor
will correct things
and spell it all out properly
for you
What's the syntax
of your name
in contexts?
(No Signature)
Monday, October 27, 2014
Ambulation Proclamations...
Sometimes (Not Often)
Just by looking
at footprints
Something Wrong
with a walk
Can be seen
Sometimes (Occasionally)
By watching
steps in strides
Something Hindering
these motions
Can be determined
Sometimes (Seldom)
By referencing
the path ahead
The Destination
might
Become Known
Sometimes (Uncommonly)
By inspecting
the soles
What has past
can
Be brushed back
Sometimes (Rarely)
By scanning
the scene
It's Clear
where
Things Are
Going anywhere
is leaving somewhere
but
Departing
isn't always going away
As we walk our broken ways
Arriving
Is the wax and wane
of
Walking On...
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Education Matters...
Teachings
All those that are called
Teachers
Are actually Historians
of one kind
or another
All subjects
Begin and Progress
in time
and are taught
in modern terms
of past occurrence
Not as lessons
but as histories
Otherwise
They would not be taught
but discovered
Discovery is the only
TRUE TEACHER
There are many historians
And even some that have chronicled this
Many have chronicled many useful
histories
over the years
or so the records would indicate
To teach is to relay
the histories of others
To learn is to discover
the history of your own
As historians go
go ahead
there's plenty of pasts
to relay in passing
Just don't expect to discover anything
that time will not forget
And know that history proves nothing
but ignorance over time
My own historic accounts
make me laugh too
as such discoveries teach me
The rest, I suppose
is history
All those that are called
Teachers
Are actually Historians
of one kind
or another
All subjects
Begin and Progress
in time
and are taught
in modern terms
of past occurrence
Not as lessons
but as histories
Otherwise
They would not be taught
but discovered
Discovery is the only
TRUE TEACHER
There are many historians
And even some that have chronicled this
Many have chronicled many useful
histories
over the years
or so the records would indicate
To teach is to relay
the histories of others
To learn is to discover
the history of your own
As historians go
go ahead
there's plenty of pasts
to relay in passing
Just don't expect to discover anything
that time will not forget
And know that history proves nothing
but ignorance over time
My own historic accounts
make me laugh too
as such discoveries teach me
The rest, I suppose
is history
Saturday, October 25, 2014
It seems a shame to slumber in...
This Dream That I Die
I have a dream
A dream
that I die
And in my dream
My dream where I die
There is a horror
of accepted resign
as my mind seems to give
Up
In
Out
In my dying dream
Where I'm fading away
I have all too few
Questions
Yearnings
Wonders
Doubts
Instead I'm just fading
from an increasing darkness
into
Emptiness
Nothingness
Out
When I wake
It's from nothing
Into something, anything, everything,
but not from this dream
In light of this recursive dreaming
I find it best to stay
Awake
(For NOW)
I have a dream
A dream
that I die
And in my dream
My dream where I die
There is a horror
of accepted resign
as my mind seems to give
Up
In
Out
In my dying dream
Where I'm fading away
I have all too few
Questions
Yearnings
Wonders
Doubts
Instead I'm just fading
from an increasing darkness
into
Emptiness
Nothingness
Out
When I wake
It's from nothing
Into something, anything, everything,
but not from this dream
In light of this recursive dreaming
I find it best to stay
Awake
(For NOW)
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
...
Despicable
A sad scene
from a sorry sap
A bad dream
from a bad rap
despicable
the fools that feign forever
the tools that train together
more and more than ever
despicable
Imposing upon others
Supposing one's another's
Proposing all be brothers
then disposes and thinly covers
despicable
Savages as saints
Courage as complaints
Condemned without restraints
Despicable
Ignorance and incompetence
perpetual preponderance
Pathetic pathos prevailing
Weakness whingeing, and wailing
DESPICABLE
No course besides
this discourse
No empowerment
just brute force
DESPICABLE
Only words I'm writing now
What use are they anyhow?
Why must I sneer and stare
Do I really even care?
DESPICABLE
There must be some other way
Something adrift, but not astray
Is this answer deep within?
Is this where it must begin?
Or
Should I keep on glaring out
With a silence or violently shout,
"DESPICABLE"
It seems so clear that I should know
but the admission comes so slow
So I finally confess
it is more than the scene I must protest
To end these horrid scenes
I profess just what this means
DESPICABLE
A sad scene
from a sorry sap
A bad dream
from a bad rap
despicable
the fools that feign forever
the tools that train together
more and more than ever
despicable
Imposing upon others
Supposing one's another's
Proposing all be brothers
then disposes and thinly covers
despicable
Savages as saints
Courage as complaints
Condemned without restraints
Despicable
Ignorance and incompetence
perpetual preponderance
Pathetic pathos prevailing
Weakness whingeing, and wailing
DESPICABLE
No course besides
this discourse
No empowerment
just brute force
DESPICABLE
Only words I'm writing now
What use are they anyhow?
Why must I sneer and stare
Do I really even care?
DESPICABLE
There must be some other way
Something adrift, but not astray
Is this answer deep within?
Is this where it must begin?
Or
Should I keep on glaring out
With a silence or violently shout,
"DESPICABLE"
It seems so clear that I should know
but the admission comes so slow
So I finally confess
it is more than the scene I must protest
To end these horrid scenes
I profess just what this means
DESPICABLE
The scope of things...
It's a small world after all
Before
the world
was the size of
one's hometown
Now
it is the size of
the screen
upon which it is viewed
Before
the world
was the size of
one's hometown
Now
it is the size of
the screen
upon which it is viewed
Saturday, October 18, 2014
(A Few Words) On...
Writing
Writing
is where
the lost
find a means
of searching
And where
Truth ventures
from the mind's
wandering
into the expanse of
Wonder
It bids
farewell to stagnation
and
welcomes progress
It delivers
the words
to address
even the most
secluded territories,
distant frontiers,
shifting horizons,
&c,
&c,
&c,
...
Writing
is where
the lost
find a means
of searching
And where
Truth ventures
from the mind's
wandering
into the expanse of
Wonder
It bids
farewell to stagnation
and
welcomes progress
It delivers
the words
to address
even the most
secluded territories,
distant frontiers,
shifting horizons,
&c,
&c,
&c,
...
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Rest Assured...
...And Sleep Will Come
Work will be done
to make this earth
more like some heaven
There will be sweat
perhaps much of it
Bodies will grow weary
Minds will lapse
...and Sleep will come
Eyes will be opened
and see many things
Some will be compelled
into a closer look
Hands will reach
for things to hold
Feet will travel many miles
Shoulders will carry many burdens
and all of these will tire
...and Sleep will come
Lives will be lived
as others
begin
fade
Societies, ages, eons, empires
will rise
will fall
...and Sleep will come
Dreams will go on
and end
and begin
Nightmares will endure
expire, end, and return
Love, hate, virtue, folly,
and everything
will be
Seen
Missed
Remembered
Forgotten...
...And Sleep will come...
Work will be done
to make this earth
more like some heaven
There will be sweat
perhaps much of it
Bodies will grow weary
Minds will lapse
...and Sleep will come
Eyes will be opened
and see many things
Some will be compelled
into a closer look
Hands will reach
for things to hold
Feet will travel many miles
Shoulders will carry many burdens
and all of these will tire
...and Sleep will come
Lives will be lived
as others
begin
fade
Societies, ages, eons, empires
will rise
will fall
...and Sleep will come
Dreams will go on
and end
and begin
Nightmares will endure
expire, end, and return
Love, hate, virtue, folly,
and everything
will be
Seen
Missed
Remembered
Forgotten...
...And Sleep will come...
Monday, October 13, 2014
Be Careful...
In Venom, Blood, and Tears
It creeps in through
unseen cracks
Seeps in, without leaving tracks
Then it lurks in shadow
and lies in wait
until its time
through fault or fate
It sinks in teeth
Injecting venomous dose
Often without notice
Then it stays so close
Even if you crush
the contaminating corpse
the venom remains
following blood's course
It makes its way
through your own
until you are moved
or turned to stone
Then it forces its way out
beating on a broken heart
till it bleeds the whole way out
It pools in tepid forms
after draining marrow dry
Aglomerates, evaporates,
sucked into the sky
that rains it down again
and it's absorbed inside a drink
and it's filtered into tears
for another's eyes to cry
It's never alone
and it seems that
it cannot remain in such a way
It needs a host
loves company
and is constantly trying to invade
It doesn't belong
no matter where it goes
and it's never welcomed
never wanted
but
it's either there
or lurking close by
and no matter how many times
you cast it out
it's always trying to be
introduced again
in venom, blood, and tears
So be cautious
not to open the mouth
too much, too long
So be cautious
when blood is exposed
even if it's your own
So be cautious
when the tears
are flowing
Be cautious
but not scared
for it is also found in fear
but all the same
Be cautious
in venom, blood, and tears
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