ternary thoughts

Trial by fire and error

Its funny when you stop looking for fear to control,
Doubts to see through, or a fantasy to behold,
Life just looses all flavour in ways never felt before,

Projections raised neath forever setting horizons,
Stay awake and taunt away at scars prodded back open,
As progress redefined fails to understand paths passed over,

Paths surrounding an organism from birth to the last breath,
Paths leading into the calm of the night to lay our heads to rest,
Why find eternal sunshine is beyond this mortal quest,

Perfecting a definite reflection for the reasons why it exists,
Tolerant turbulence in compromise cancelling directive,
Conquering itself within a common purpose,

They say our logic screams intelligence,
I say, they’re pointing at the sun thinking it goes around,
I bet, the ape’s have a similar theory to blinding lights or human sounds,

Environmental chemistry aligned in a skeptic nihilist,
Surfing through life in a dissolution of other versions of it,
A storm raging alone, burning up momentum in metaphors,

Gaining vices from curiosity gently aimed skyward as it flows,
When roots begin to grow from where it feeds for support,
The branches of ethos extend into domesticating will power,

Focused on information to soothe its discomfort,
At the lack of a bigger wilderness to depend on,
Into the reflection of life & the current state of mind we go.,

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tragic symmetry, word vomit

Tactical fight or flight experiment

Definable efficiency in deciding between thermobaric effects of failure,
Begins when threats are classified beyond a proportionate stress response,
All inferences acquire possibility and the only decipherable choice is to defend or traffic the information,

At heights of satisfaction, coincidences amplify concerns over chances that lead to it,
At lows of sustenance, de ja vous’s confirm the preciousness of ignorance,
Change is not inevitable but negated by that which entertains otherwise,

Simplification of complicated constructs by the spectrum of their strongest effects vs subtler changes,
Anonymous functions contemplation to isolate some order from sequential insignificance,
When solubility is lost to precise solutions clouded with errors,

Data analysis screeches to a halt and modulates flight back into perceptive tethers,
And ratio’s of harm vs life left to loose flow’s backwards,
Sampling every step further into system collapse,
Only to ignore it & push forward with the task,

I’d say, Psycho-mechanics is a contact sport,
Though synaptic resources is what its played for,
Hunger is the goal, self denial of sentience is a rogue,
That throws the game for opportune moments of gold.

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ternary thoughts

Floating high on anti matter

At the edge of zeroing in on event horizon,
Life sheds its defenses and opts to engage with extreme prejudice,
The waves crashing through the senses takes back more than it gave,

As confusion advances to conform the empty daze,
Recruiting observation as it breaks the positional pursuit of awareness,
For when all else fails, survival prevails,

And the realms of change pass through unphased,
Land , sea & sky collide in a maze to balance the chaos out of perception,
Magnifying flaws in the finite dimension,

Ironically , It starts to feel alive ,
In acceptance of an absolute lie,
& then conviction fails to let go,
Of the infinite potential of its soul,

And perception seems to adhere,
As it transforms all things & disappear,
In the background where it belongs,
Yearning , hoping & holding on,

In a system flushed of cyclic dreams,
Inversed out of practice what u preach,
And lessons not learnt out of disbelief,
Anaesthetized and conscious inside,

Awake to cherish every slice along the ride,
Someone hit rewind, recap to avert this disaster unfolding,
Its wings from deep within its helplessness,

Just wipe the blame, negate the water flowing out the brim,
Molten metal volume in the furnace occupies more than the solidified casting,
It’s probably part & parcel of the whole dark matter inside processing,

After all the stones have been turned over,
It stops all comprehension to readjust its supportive framework,
Returning what it knows for what it wants from the universe,

What seems like sacrifice, is only worked out in time’s passing by,
Practice to perfect the forces of symbiotic resistance,
To fixate on deceptions of a parasitic perception,

For Quality control & check’s pointed at a neogenesis,
Of neural support gained without prejudice,
To efficiently embrace , compose flutter’s in uncontrollable grace,

At the never ending possibility of ever letting go,
And only the best projections surfacing from deep beneath the core,
A black hole of depth perception seems less hostile than our goals for a finite cocoon of our own.

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philosophy, tragic symmetry

Chemical burn kisses

The greatest game played since the beginning of memory,
Rationale draining through social creativity,
What makes it through and who stagnate’s along the way,

Ego commands that it should control offensive lines,
Referring to ancient blueprints of flinging shit at threats,
As survival constrict’s to pressure locate the cause from its effects,

Fight or flight from watching pretenses closing in,
Mechanics of disrupt, indulge and ignore in delight fading out,
Wing pressures of a belief in personal lies stalling at vertical pitch,

Only way out of seeking drastic spikes of momentum,
Resourced by speech processed preset courses to a kingdom,
Within preferential frontlines of adaptive manipulation,

So concerned with others taking sides,
From which to decipher what is worth the time,
Volcanic smoke raining in ashes around,
Should I seek shelter or hit the ground?,

(., ., to let that which doesn’t matter, truly slide.,.,
., .,
.You’re the all singing all dancing crap of the world. – chuck palahniuk , fight club)

Fin

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rogue rhymes

Appleseed Child

Bedouin beginnings around a vast expanse of fire,
The planets of now, even the scars it has survived,
Fading away a vacuum in a gift combined,

As stream’s of consciousness sparked in collisions,
Breaking a surface to scope through the difference,
Consuming distances through a still conscience in ripples,

Like the stars that bloom & glow in the night,
Letting go each day for a breath forgiven,
Improvised from the ever changing infinite eye,

In a seedling or a trap for the visions of a heaven,
Yearning & waiting for the path to be significant,
When its cost in all that is & will be , is paved by indemnity,

A while on earth seems seamlessly independent of my mind , its time & what’s supposedly mine.

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