The Social Aethers


The reason why some people have such great ease encouraging

other people, but have trouble encouraging themselves, is because the human

is a social creature.

They function best communicating their feelings,

then wrestling with their own conscience.

Thoughts are loudest in silence, but in a room full to the brim, humanity can sense everything around.

It is because mankind is meant to sense everything.

Even the intangible morality.

Even the blind sense life, encased in darkness.

All things can sense darkness.

To understand yourself, will free yourself from yourself.

Free your mind, and your mind will be free from your own mind.

Hear your heart, and your heart will hear itself.

Reach out. And reaching out, will reach your way.

Listen, and see what is making sound.

And sound will see what is listening for it.

To understand the world, but do what it commands.

Is futile, when the hurricanes can change its landscape at the blink of an eye.

When sickness can lessen the population?

When a madman can take lives, and when fear can cause your government to make new laws. Abandoning the old.

Only by abandoning the arrogant, shall you go forth and adventure.


Copyright February 18, 2018




The Fairy of Fate


And it is she, her radiating glow!

Her endless soul. She, and her infinite eyes, seeing into you like a fountain;

she like a phantom seeing you fade, as you watch her fade-

her faceless form her troubled gaze, is no gaze at all-

for endless days-

Youthful days. Past. Eyelids flicker, spiraling lids, embracing kiss-

80 year old kids, that never existed.

Eyes fall into you, a thousand eyes-

no eyes, no ears, many eyes, no lips; kisses lips-

dying lips, living, breathing lips-

her on the canvas,  there is no canvas. She with a maniacal stare, a loving stare-

teeth sharp for the flesh, soft for the embrace-

dying sun, against the calming sea-

Forgiven’ing all you can not see-

Hard to hear, such butchered words, when so overthrown by a cruel world?

All I know, is that she is the sunlight, that chases away the vampires. She is the fog that shrouds the evildoers. She is the sunset that breathes life into your spirit.

And she is as invisible as you believe her to be-

Until you realize that she exists…

Copyrightcopyright January 26, 2018

The Faces of Lifeless Things


Just as before, there is power in peace, there is chaos in hatred.

And power, without the peace, is a restless mind.

Two arms reach forward, to reach for froward. It’s like reaching for the arms of others, and using them for the arms of others;

it’s like using other people’s legs, for other people’s legs;

it’s like thinking with other people’s thoughts, for other people’s thoughts-

and none of them all have power, because they’re all but one mind. And is restless-

this is what restlessness will look like, if it were the face of a man.

For a man, to look for a woman, and a new life with her;

it’s face will look like a child, lost in a downtown land, searching for his lost mother;

the worry on his face, will be what it looks like in physical form, and the joy of that child finding her, will be what his success looks like, and the horror, of never seeing her again;

will be what divorcing her will look like, if it were all a tangible face.

A woman looking for a mate;

will look like a fox looking for a new home, in physical form-

the bear traps, will be what people who look devour her destiny; will be what her enemies look like in physical form.

A son that doesn’t listen at all, not one bit;

will look like a child, with a featureless face, but be destructive, and still possess speech, in physical form-

The clouds will look like a mute child; in physical form, for they speak not, but still have life. They are naive, and yet important. The skies will look like this, because they are always born over and over again, so they are young, and they are eager to learn. The blueish portion of the sky, will be their mother, she is old, stubborn, and fickle;

but her voice is a teen’s. A teen, because of it’s nature to change form, and spread influence among others like it, and it’s ignorance to understand the impact of it’s actions. This is why, weather, will never be able to be controlled…

A hurricane, will look like an angry, mindless teen, that is inhuman, in physical form;

this is because they feel, they are passionate, but they do not truly understand why.

A dying old tree will have the voice of an old man, asking for help; if it had audio. This is because, like it’s appearance, it is old. It will speak often, have a weak, dying voice, and only ask for what it needs. It will not understand why, but it will understand why it doesn’t receive it. And both when it goes dormant, and when it dies. So does their voice, they will make no more sound.

A toy or a child’s plaything, will have the same happy voice as the child that plays with it…Even if it is old, decrepit, and broken;

it will still wish to be played with. But it will be angered, every time a child stops playing with it. Until somebody returns again to play with it.

A computer, if a living mortal formed creature, would be as smart and intuitive as it’s owner, but just as ignorant as they are as well. This is because it has charisma, it knows how to talk to them, but just like them;

it only knows, the answers that their owner’s already know.

A pencil’s soul is arrogant, but listens to who wields it. This is because it needs you to use it.

But doesn’t require you, to understand it.

A shoe will be like a kid, as well. It wants to be used, but never misused. It will never understand why you out grow it-

the more you use it, the less it wants you to. When the sole has a hole in it, it will have died. There will be no more voice in it to hear, even if there were one.

If the moon were to speak, it would ask many unending questions; they would be about intangible things;

starlight, distance, life, death, lifesource, and many other things, mankind hasn’t even made up words for. This is why her face is enough, and she is made mute on purpose;

not all things need to speak, sometimes the beauty of their presence, is just enough to redeem their story.


Copyrightcopyright September 15, 2017



Haikus~Compassion and Understanding


 “A fire is like a woman;

she embraces the air, only when it is not cold towards her…”

“Give your eyes a break from the opinion of what others see.

This is so that your opinions may also be allowed rest.”

“A fat cat that doesn’t eat, is like a chubby owner that doesn’t


“It does no good to starve your ears of remorse;

you will only delay your own conscience…”


“A weeping woman is like a falling river;

her tears flood the mind until a reservoir on the conscience is formed.”

“Be as the one who waits with the tiger, for his reward is closely guarded…”

“Do not strike as the serpent, for he fears to lose.”

“One Must Know the Good,

before it is done.”

“He Who Strikes with Sword,

braces himself for Nothing.”


Copyrightcopyright August 31, 2017



“A bumblebee is chubby. His face full
with pollen.”

“Don’t lose weight SAM kept on eating red HAM!”

“Sweetrolls jump out of the belly.
They leap into the air.
The air is deliciously whiffed”

“Do not as the king that never fears do.
For what he does leads to only off of his throne.”

“Be as the kid that listens to his ancestors.
Not as the child that harkens to a shallow counsel.”

“Be as the friend that listens to his friends.
He does not ask for more friends, he draws in only more answers for whom he has…”

“A hard-headed old man is lonely, his face is as
stony as a boulder. His wrinkles like a crevasse!”

“Fear what your queen does not fear. For she fears only what you
have yet to fear for yourself…”

Copyrightcopyright August 30, 2017