Music Prompt #9 “The Beigeness” performed by Kate Tempest

Apathy defeats

The purpose of sentience.

I cannot relieve a man the

Ruse that has become his faith

If I don’t myself consider.

I occupy the same conditions

And conditionals

If others prosper it’s not because

They have escaped defeat.

Uncertainty is a sign of maturity,

Admitting that we don’t know

Is the first step in seeking truth.

It’s not emotions that are extreme

It’s the procedures employed to deflect them.

There’s no placebo person place or otherwise

That’s going to make me feel better

If my only purpose is to exert identity.

Denial doesn’t hinder evolution

We’re stumbling forward blind or otherwise.

There’s no fighting the rhythms,

There’s no forcing out the Tao.

Every breath is another shot in the face.

Tears make adequate shivs

Your Glasgow grin isn’t convincing anyone

It’s okay come as you are.

The only monster inside is fear,

The mask that we mistake for a better face

Is just another conduit for the stars.


I am having trouble with my vision again which is making it hard to keep up on my reading and honestly it is making it hard to write. I find the shadows and headaches very distracting.


Curious Thunder

1.-A-fishermans-dream-Surreal-artArtist: Hokusai

Crouching behind

A ferrous moon

I curse the Tao for

Its continual breach

Of chrysalis.

Will I ever summon

From contract or must

I forever embellish?


I stand between dimensions

Ship-wrecked and plaintive.

My burdens are few and many

Hands knotted as a fisherman’s ropes

I extract and lengthen but the lines

Remain irreparably crooked.


Life is hell if that’s the aspect taken

I’ve seen heaven too but only as I’ve

Imagined it, look to the left

And you too will find it beating

Like the recoil of a curious thunder


I also wrote a poem at Curious Flowers for today’s entry it’s called Real

The Transcendent Order (snippets)

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What is happiness to the savage

Who knows naught but being?

To the savage

Who does not question his purpose

But lives each moment

As if it were singular, sacred



A man who understands

The worth of his life

Is a man who does not question

The worth of his being

Because his hands and heart

Are sincere in their occupations



Do not speak of becoming

Do not speak wastefully

Act only as your soul compels



By our very composition

We belong

Elemental, inseparable,

We our not isolated

Within an unsparing universe

We are as one


I have been down on myself lately so I thought I could use a little philosophy. This comes to you from The Transcendent Order, it is one of the philosophical factions in Planescape Torment, I get the impression that the beliefs are much derived from  Zen Buddhism and Taoism. I am compelled to write and I feel that it is my purpose though I have so much doubt about my ability, Putting those doubts aside I am just going to write as my soul compels lol Maybe my writing will touch another person someday =)  I love philosophy haha