untitled (former working title: true music)
as if one have
all the value judgements
in this—
tribulation period,
if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —
would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?
time & its insignificance
like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift
from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah
from ancient
to the renaissance
what more can
one presage?
neither—
if a believer
prays to a false God
[of an othered religion]
permitted but
wronged sainthood
senile syllogisms & oblivion
—to one's own company
(original working title: the music you play)
are these leaves pure green tea,
to steep in a cup
designed so quaintly?
i know a type of
music, but not all things
jazzy
because there
could be drill rap music
which they—call—
classy
it's not a pretty picture
anymore for a degenerate
generation,
i think transnationalism
somehow creates a
nation
i just hope we don't fall
victim to this wake of
insanity—
to be foisted, with gradual
influence—to one's own
company—
kulturang banyaga
kulturang
banyaga
kulturang
kahanga-hanga
aking natagpuan
sa 'di kalayuan
akin siya,
akin siya!
magpakailanman—
the earnest flower of hinterland
can we escape this
dystopian land?
if only touching hands
would help this dreamland
most of us have planned
for the morrow
though we still misunderstand
the earnest flower of hinterland—
thing theory
all are just these props
our heartbeats untranslated
iconoclasm
consensus of hyssops
don't interpret me,
language of false complaisance;
for we are humans
whether you like me or not,
to say you do is just fake—
In Their Company
Violins aren't
just the ones that make those sounds
How about cellos?
The Sun, The Moon, & The Truth
Framing effects are
the made up realities
—Soon it will be known
—'Tis More Fun Using
'Tis more fun using
—money in my pocket, but
I know where it's from...
From other people's pockets
I'm now on top of the world—