Prophesy

I've opened three packs today
cigarettes are addictive
what?
Empathy
Bed...sounds good
but I'm so alive!
The same when asleep though,
to remember my dreams,
never happens!
Record when it does,
but something else arises
too quickly
and the truth, accurate
prediction, prophesy
escapes consciousness
at a gallop:
perhaps I subconsciously think
Its better not to know
now that I know that
IT I can know: anticipation.
No one believes
that this is possible:
the future will come
no fun if you think
what it may will be like:
it proves to be too close
and makes itself real
really as thought before
which could never have
achieved truth or reality.
It is a...?...?...?
Where the ? is answered
by the ... at least in
the subjective mind
where thought makes
everything it thinks be.

Black is the night
that resounds in the eardrums
pressure pops
LOUD
is the silence.
It is noise that calms the soul
from its troubling itself:
this is why people need to escape!

So stupid are these people that refuse to listen or succumb to intelligence!

Yet when I decide to speak about the meaningless banter they discuss they become overwhelmed and attempt to understand, to respond, yet they need me to rephrase, reiterate ideas that I have expressed so precisely and so simply, entirely relevant, and I cannot make these ideas any simpler! So I give up, I cannot teach. Or else I need to not care whether they understand or not and just keep speaking without expecting an intelligent response: I must respond to myself!

First Level

Experiences inspired
by bliss, joy, ecstacy
sorrow, remorse, anguish
One or the other always
pain or its absence

Creation: can it
take place
any
other way?

Post
Structuralism
Irony!

What is, I think I've heard, (correctly?), belief...
I mean, what should I say, apotheopesis, enough!
It really is, finally, an insult addressed as a complement.

Or the word you had to look up: in addition, can it mean
not saying enough, in the word you used, to express
what you intend to convey. Unintentional euphemism?

Do I need to use examples? Can I be this abstract and
expect people to understand me? Do I want them to
have to decipher the meaning behind my hints,
the way my poetry arrives? Bear to hear...
The way I restrain my truculence is by being esoteric
in the accuracy of the complexity of my relevance
to my thought content. And then deciding, if they
fail to understand, not to give an example.
Iff I fail to be relevant and I believe the hearer is worthy
(How elitist! But should everyone know these things?
Only if they are capable of likewise restraining their truculence!)
of the meaning, will I explain.

I have given everything away, why do I now fear giving too much away?
My power was in having mysterium tremendum, secrets I had told no one.
Now, I can give everything away to anyone, but I feel as if some ought not know.
This may be an ethical decision, or it may be unethical.

Everything me comes out onto the blog.

Existing comments
On itself, commends
in itself, in existing
for itself.

The will of life cannot be compared to the will of inanimate objects.
A new term for will must be created.

Now, live
then, forget
soon, think
Prepare!

My glowing world of rotten stuff
I'm being tough
humbling myself by saying sir
one upping them no doubt for sure
But I mean I mean even the stutter
even the redundant reiterations I utter

Manipulation/Persuasion:
Believe I shout and try to force
Don't let it out its true of course
Or sarcasm

Win or lose its all the same
Do or don't you're still to blame
If there are still expectations...

Everything that comes to mind

comes out onto the page,
is going to be published.
I used to save drafts of stuff I didn't like
didn't want to be represented by,
didn't want to show the world:
what world? Not my world, nor the world,
no one but me reads these poems!
What pathos!

Foggy mist bleaches the distant balconies
the black buildings grey
plants dying of thirst
city: having murdered the land
manipulation into cells to raise
contributors to immortal civilization
permission by mother was not granted
to turn green into stacked ground
making things easier we think
morality has caused overpopulation!
The fog begins to clear
the rain soaked wet streets have dried
It's still a weekday: people to work!

Is this really the best time?
Perhaps machines will do all our work.
Luxury will increase in smaller space,
coffee, harmful, banned
all there is is over the counter fraud
maybe...I don't know whether I'm
optimistic, for nows the time, or
pessimistic for it will only get worse,
heaven is for those who always feel lucky.