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Category Archives: existentialist
The Golden Chain
If you acquire a chain, Of precious metals… Mined from the Earth, and wear it around your neck, Only to find out, that it’s fake, So, You swap one link, For that made of gold, is it still not a fake a chain? Still, you don’t see, the green ,tarnish, around your neck.
The Sad Clown
Everyday I paint a smile,Over this frown,Only to have cried it off,By the Sun’s going down, Tying my shoes together,For your sick pleasure,Tripping on over-sized leather,My expense, at your leisure An entire life on the tight-rope,Another squirt of seltzer in the eye,Finally under this big top,You laugh, I fall, I die. Tying my shoes together,ForContinue reading “The Sad Clown”
The Preta
Note: Preta (Sanskrit: प्रेत, Standard Tibetan: ཡི་དྭགས་ yi dags), also known as hungry ghost, is the Sanskrit name for a type of supernatural being described in Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Chinese folk religion as undergoing sufferinggreater than that of humans, particularly an extreme level of hunger and thirst. Pretas are invisible to the human eye,Continue reading “The Preta”
My Poem About Sexism Featured In South Broadway Ghost Society
This is actually from a couple years ago. Pre-existent to my having a blog on here, so I thought I’d share. This one was written when I was about 20/21 is so. So it’s older for sure. https://soboghoso.org/2020/03/26/sexualitatis/
Four Haiku That Are Red, White, and Blue
Red fiery explosivesin the East, by the blue drinkingwater – white ash fall A soldier, a white boy, Isbleeding red.His eyes were blue. Through the white lines,red stripes like prison bars,you may see the blues. White lies,told by red powers, that bewindily by those in blue
3:00 AM
Once in the dark was I lain,alone,desolate,In dense forestry of darkness,I hoped,prayed,For the light of a phototropic,salvation,love,Of Venusian light that appeared,shimmered,became,Myself to see clearly that in,darkness,light,Is mostly clearly seen.
Aphorism On The Will To Live
When one has neither the will to live, or to die; life is a mortal limbo, and psychic portent to the immortal limbo.
Aphorism On Insomnia
Life is analogous to the suffrage of the insomniac. Just as one lays all night, we lay our whole lives, in delusion, and yearning for rest, from the experience of the day.
Haiku On History
Blood, theink that historyis, written in.
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