#sonnet
and If you’re the judge
Exploiting routine is not entrapment;
try harder: a choice on the scale between
hurt and scared, the easy and boring scale—
it looks the same. The joy of being seen
can feel like a kiss, a flush and a pale
saving the face. Given, known and shown: all
reveals exist in the waiting, or meant
equally across time if the word is
[ ]erve. It’s an invitation to the ball;
options include a glass slipper; Her diss
lives in our souls rent-free. So Rachel’s son
views you with shade; tally and watch what’s won:
embers and cobs. Stalks are barest in spring;
donate the will, we’re gnawing on a wing.
25 March, 2022
Cook Priebus Fifty
Your brothers can be irresistibly
sympathetic, that’s the collateral
of life. The life of othering is guerre
and shame is the rest—I down a chablis.
Chaos is math—We pop an Adderall—
justice is not. If you try to compare
constantly, there will be no time left for
the upkeep of society: in food
nophilos. As hereafter and before
C-4, when in doubt; kindness to distill
removing Faith from succor. To be lewd,
empathy is a sinew or a skill.
Sometimes spite is love and so deservèd;
grace inside a famine is how we’re fed.
18 March, 2022
(Fences) Neighbors
If we undo mending, it is only
passively. Seven years lean is careless
following seven years hale. This dare says,
“These are the gaps. Yum: They’re rich in bonely
goodness.” I carry my carry my soy on the left,
carry my grain on the right. He is all
philosophies between “a hurt dog will
holler” and “even fake friends will feed them.”
Mental gymnastics are a worthless skill,
mostly between the choosing and the call.
Ontologies said: nihilism anthem,
but some are balls, or loaves, or spells, or theft;
assuming Newton, assuming balance:
Investor asks Teller for Her two cents.
11 March, 2022
Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare - Read by Tom Hiddleston
Astrophil and Stella - Sonnet 1 by Sir Philip Sidney - Read by Jasper Britton
im so srs humans were made for art and friend and food and beddy bye. i mean this
and help each other. humans were made for help each other
What if there existed no other language on earth except something deeply symbolic: a handshake, a hug, a kiss. The sheer capacity of the human body to express by itself, be it through the eyes or by the hands is simply amazing. A touch could be more healing than any other medicine discovered till date. And don’t ask me what wonders those lips could do if they were to just widen a bit with a hearty smile, enough to bring all the heavenly bliss. Get your body involved, tongue is not the crown of expression, it’s merely a medium resorted in the last phase. Otherwise, your entire being is more than enough to express beautifully by itself - this body, in which you reside, is the perfect symbolic epitome of what your soul is truly made of…
Random Xpressions
Leave reproductive decisions up to individuals.
Weed should be free in fact you should get paid for smoking it
my name is elephant
I don’t fit the rhyme scheme
I drink the soup
It’s not like you’re going to stop memy name is ‘Phant
i do not fit
the poem scheme
i will omit
but i don’t care
and nor should you
unstoppably,
i drink the soup
I’m ollyfant
with legs like trees
and any time
I dam well plees
Thro window smalle
as jeweler’s loupe
I reach insyde
I drink the soupe