Tabula rasa (n., ta·bu·la ra·sa) mind wiped clean, lacking nature seeking for nurture
Today, I take on the monumental task of waiving the ego.
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Hope was dormant: forced laughter erupted from volcanic lungs, the larynx undoubtedly perplexed by the infantry of air assaulting the moribund vocal chords. Ashen gray breaths tightly dissipate, once held by a brotherly strength formerly unbeknownst, leaves the lungs, out the chest, sooner than condensed. In that charcoal mist, nothing is discerned, … Continue reading And I, Too, Enjoy Island Volcanoes
Problems are amusing, like a spotlight on a noose knot in the middle of a stage, audience empty. Acoustics amplify swayed silence - a bad punchline to a bad joke. Expect me to hide, cleanse impurity, fill the impenetrable darkness with light; the darkness - a voluminous pitch which steals your light, … Continue reading Repressed Light and Unforgiving Dark
As I stand, scatter brained by people who make me sadder, tantrums, tantamount to a kick from Patton's boot, engender though me, an accordion of connecting thoughts, sweltering: According to the Census, the oranges originated from islands like Kansas and Synecdoche, where the osprey's offspring were bad at crochet - … Continue reading Holding My Hands Out (And Receiving Nothing)
Rejoice, lover, for it is only to you that I pray when at your altar. I whisper soft words and hope you listen, for it is only to you that I wish to serve. It is only to you which I worship, often in spite of others. Two halves - two yangs without … Continue reading Yin is Overrated