wisdom
resonates within the realm of non-action
i
don’t say this to sound wise
but
if you know anything
you
know a fraction of what is to be known
and
i know we don’t know enough to instruct
when
others try to induct
i
dismiss their vocal cord emanations
knowing
they haven’t figured out
that
they don’t know enough as well
or
they wouldn’t tell
you
anything other than their personal feelings
cause
all they’re reveling
is
a conversation i have no wish to continue
your
chisel will only fizzle against my exterior
and
the sledgehammer approach won’t encroach
with
the strength necessary to shatter
i’ve
already been to jacob’s ladder
and
still have two good thighs
non-action
is the traction that treads
upon
the instead that goal orientation
is
a fabrication created from the conglomeration
of
the conclusion delusion
dancing
in your shallow depths
so
take a breath
my
silence doesn’t mean i’m not adept
and
my actions bear more witness
to
what i believe than any arrangement of words
in
other words, “shut the fuck up”
i
know you don’t approve of what i do
but
i really don’t care
if
i believed it mattered
then,
yes, my life’s in tatters
but
do and don’t won’t dictate
consequence
is a perception poised
by
your presuppositions
i
don’t have a condition or cause
there
is no meaning in movement or a pause
so
i just let me be me
not
the image you have drawn
cause
you’re not talking gravity
when
you say cause and effect
but
a morality you interject
like
a vaccine you inject
to
wash the world into well being
you
believe your truth so absolute
it
holds true from one end of the cosmos
to
the other
even
physicists still question the fundamentals
and
avail themselves of the word singularity
for
the places where there is no clarity
limits
do not linger
unless
you fix them in time
in
the foundations of your mind
what
part of jean-paul sartre
or
albert camus didn’t you understand
nothing’s
according to plan
something
is out of hand
because
you look at it that way
it
just is and then it isn’t
and
that’s all it ever was
without
a because
this
devotion to preconceived notions
has
many dance partners
but
i’m not at the edge of the dance floor
with
eyes forlorn
i
just happen to be passing by
beneath
the sheltering sky
when
you interrupted my stay
on
the dark streets of decay
to
tell me there’s a better way
when
i don’t even remember asking
and
you never see how your maps to gold coin
inspire
these poems
once
again sartre was right
“hell
is other people”
you
see i was raised by a witch
who
turned me into an ugly toad
until
i encountered the pond side kiss
from
a fairy tale princess
which
made me feel like a handsome prince
what
everyone else perceives
is
irrelevant to me
and
borders on the unimaginative
i
am what i am
with
or without the spinach
and
even if i had walked
in
the village called greenwich
i
still wouldn’t be a good writer
and
am perplexed by how my blog
has
over 30,000 views
from
almost every country in the world
maybe
i’m not the only disenfranchised dreamer
while
all the schemers attain
by
the pain they inflict on others
how
easy it would be to paint my windows black
door
locks intact
never
to interact
with
your daily dose of the diocese
well,
i’m bored
i’ve
pulled all the weeds in the garden
and
found there are no flowers
even
the dung beetles have moved on
in
search of something more aromatic
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