Monday, 22 July 2019

The Demon Witch

Curse his eyes
The demon witch!
Halo of flies
Some wounds won't stitch

The lies he'd teach
If only heaven would breach
A Cursed mouth
That Harbors on the weak

He is the demon witch
Not one to travel
But on the road he lives
The lies he can ravel
And turn your day to shit
He can troll your guts out
With acts impure
He can turn you to a toad
Or a pile of manure

Curse the demon witch!
A thousand insults
Are better than wit
Preacher of hate
And he laughs at it

The bride of this witch
Is a terrible bitch
She waits and lingers
For his terrible fingers
And dwells in pain
Ritual dances for rain
She has her faults
Counts of aggravated assault 

They hate together
Through endless weather
A bond that was shaped
On their first murderous rape

They laugh at time
Which defeats the best
They've made no friends
Due to constant detest

His eye will itch
He says fuck da bitch
Visits his best friend Mitch 
All hail the demon witch

A ride to hitch
A corpse in a ditch
A wedding gone wrong
He crashed it with a song
For enemies he longs
We're happy when he is gone

All hail the demon witch
A wound to stitch
The rule of the rich
He knows two opposing truths 
but just says

Fuck it.

Post Truth

Brush your face open with a plunger.
This is my circuitry
The cord that I trip on

I mean to ignite
And not cause you fright
The circles under my eyes
Show under the light

I am bare to the wire
Scrapped bones
Perspire
I’ll be it when I’m dead
Forever a liar

Some sort of a machine
Cold sweat from a dream
My heart dares swallow
Imagination left fallow

What is at core
Something I value?
Support and give hope
Has something broke?

Trembled and assembled
Rigid to the few
Left to feedback
That never seems new

Peer down a lens
It only reminds
Idle in time
Makes me define

Charge too spoken
Given to perplex
The art is structure
I try to connect

Break and it’s fake
Did I make the mistake?
It’s a constant hit on
Though turns off if I’m late

Lust too real
Machinery surreal
Burnt out and it’s tasteless 
A layer can peel

Connect to be alone
Not one to condone
Truth I admire
Though it, I’ll never know

Left with a limb
Balanced on a whim
Angle of correctness
Feeling wreckless

Fire, furnace
Redeem my path
Grant the essence of math
Fear i may learn
Nothing in turn

Engineering substance
With productive plans
A creative burst
That lifts the curse
Lead me here
Turning the gear
And redeem the stream
That skyward beam
That will forever burn on
Not leaving me sightless






Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Mistakes were made

Mistakes and human error are the most common sense derived subjects we address in our day to day conduct.  They are the observations we make of others failing, or direct criticism we bring to individuals to exact a point of change.  Where it could be someone screwing up my coffee, or a pick-up truck nearly colliding with a disabled person, or that one politician that said something racist.  To be philosophical, we live for rightness, but just as the sun inadvertently provides shade, we make criticism of the people around us for what things we believe make them inherently wrong.  Where people provide advice, is the opportunity to help correct someone of their own fault, given it is human nature to err.  Human mistakes, in general, invent our window of conversation and provide us with the goals we seek to make a difference.  

How do you measure the practical severity of a mistake, and where do you draw the line on which mistakes are forgivable, memorable, jocular, or educational given they are even mistakes by that point?  More importantly, how do you react to the issues you draw on people for?  Do you ever feel lost in the attempt to make confrontation?  Can it seem overly persecuting, and even conflicting with finding a means?

If you counted the number of mistakes your friend had ever made, they wouldn’t be your friend.  In our own humility that is a part of human nature, we separate our higher and poorer conduct with our effort to do things rightfully or wrongfully.   The degree to which one can take offense with another for an erroneous way becomes socially conflicting when the issue is personalized and most often not vocalized.  People make wars on a vague stance of general human morality, which only seems trivial or trite to those not involved in the first place.  As the human right of way remains central to the existence, we make right and wrong of both light and dark times, given our reasoning needs to provide us with an explanation to the confusion we may be disposed of too.

Back to the point, how do you measure the severity of a human mistake, an error, and what can you explain for the range of reaction you might make?  Pain, sadness, grief, amusement, joy.  You might feel like you lost an opportunity, or even that crazy side of you hit some relief to see another screw-up and temporarily dispel you of your jealousy.  Mistakes can be painful, and admittedly we all have moments where we laugh to seeing another in pain.  All of these reactions are what we make to witnessing or experiencing the fault line.  If this is true, have we left with anything more for our amusement and reasoning then an observation of what a person failed to do, or fail to make as an action from their own point of view?  Slips in conversation, unintended innuendoes, cynical double meanings, blunt honesty, while under the criticism of hindsight, asking for forgiveness may fall short if absent of witnesses.  Do we still make our mistakes known to us as objectively huge?  Or contextually apparent considering the reflection only arises from the perspective of a visitor?   Given, it was only a point of view that decided there was a mistake, if absent of this, can a person guide themself reliably to the point of correctness given they might not even be aware they are at fault?  Mistakes don’t always clean themselves up.

With regards to reasoning in subjects people have earned a sense of confidence with, the need to correct or direct those short on knowledge comes at a toll of patience first, and foremostly all understandings of the failings at hand are placed to the expense of the teacher and student.  In some situations, given there is a lack of control and anxiety with the course at view, blame and misunderstanding arise, which is ironic, given the point of association is to provide knowledge and clarity.  The need to use authority and define with scrutiny the exact nature and severity of conduct, action, or lack of action that had been discovered, is a result of a power craving authority, which nonetheless, reminds us of what can fail in teachings.

Would we rather notice what someone is doing?  Or what they are not doing?  Who knows what page anyone is on, and why do we ever feel the need to assert your own reasoning as the higher moral ground?

Repetitiveness is true to human nature, and what part of our mistakes inherently guide us through education, given the assertion of the social right, which is at times blinded by its own arrogance.  The most common mistake anyone might make, is not allowing another to explain themself.


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