KARMA, KISMET, PROVIDENCE To insure the Kismet effect casino fixers load the dice and mark the cards: They rig the game, annihilate free will. To achieve a Karma asset, cosmic accountants balance debits and credits of moral worth, a result called justice. Gamblers evoke Providence, invoking mercy to cancel consequences that casinos and accountants require. But statisticians exclude Providence, Kismet, Karma, and all free will too, Their random world’s an impersonal one. THE TREASON OF THE ROSE A rose is for pleasure and not for tears, Sir. No, Bud is not like a rose though his hair is fiery red and though his smell pleased my nose. But he bore no thorns in rows --a single, fatal, prick instead. I know now rose’s treason. Contrasting plant with leaving, I chose my rose, believing it would last the season. So, no, a rose Bud is not. A rose will stay in its place or share a family pot, but Bud forfeited his lot and left me to deal with the blaze. A rose is for pleasure and not for tears, Sir. THE WHEELS OF JUSTICE The honorable judge, a-robed like a hedgehog, was squatted at the bench like an endowed lodger. And that machine of law read out loud the preprogrammed sentence to the court’s turned-on crowd and the robot condemned, heads dependably bowed. The automated guard led him out. Next trial was clockwork as the line moved foreward till production halted. Wind-up judge came unplugged, hedgehog needed a nudge when it slept. THE NEW MONTESQUIEU The factions sort themselves into the left, right, and centrist via birthright, and interest, and contents of bookshelves. Politicos maintain the stability of chaos through civility and payoffs to competing claimants. DO THAT HORIZON DANCE An intimate selfish sharing of a present timeless instant of transcendent fluidity. Your brain and your breath are the key to its rhythm and symmetry. You rest and then again embrace Horizon Dance! Inanimate, Self-less, shearing, the present, an endless instant of transcendent solidity. Your brain and breathing are the key. Imprisoned impassivity unmoves that everlasting last Horizon Dance.
Category Archives: CHAOS
Poetry from J.J. Campbell
the desire to even play the game i'm failing at modern life each day i step outside of the house the clothes, the language, the gadgets, the desire to even play the game at all it's all fucking foreign to me it's not even being a stranger in a strange land it's like my body got stuck on a planet without my permission and it's way too late to do anything about it ------------------------------------------------------------------ hands on his hips watching this old guy struggle on purpose so the young, beautiful physical therapist has to help him she has her hands on his hips and you can probably imagine the smile on the old man's face -------------------------------------------------------------- standing out in the rain wet feet standing out in the rain apparently, these waterproof shoes are just name only much like most humans they come up a little short when you need them the most -------------------------------------------------------------- enough is enough the temptation of oncoming traffic had a buddy decide this was the best way to go, especially after his wife of over twenty years said enough was enough i'm not stuck in one of those situations, yet there have been plenty of times i felt like i was being strangled by reality sometimes you have to get high enough to create your own fucking reality now, when that one fucking sucks your options are pretty clear for you prolong or escape... ----------------------------------------------------------- that inevitable never fucking ending hill wisdom isn't a given it has to be earned tell that to these spoon-fed fuckers that want to run the world it is an endless parade of clowns that only want what is best for the given few the masses are just supposed to die while climbing that inevitable never fucking ending hill imagine true equality the land of the free and all that other pie in the sky bullshit that the supreme court will eventually strike down as it doesn't do enough for the only people they want to serve rich white people
J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is stuck in suburbia, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, Disturb the Universe Magazine and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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Poetry from Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa
Roundabout Course First breath came as wail Borne out from within Purged from Sanctuary Comes collecting pail All Knowledge poured in Learn all Mystery To Fight never Fail Strive to always Win Goal for Victory As one walks Life's Trail Each Mark to Begin Yesterday's History So rises your Sail Wind storms to Rein in Journey Soul's Story Be Strong even Frail Strength never give in Why even Worry Faith and Love to bail Kindness when all's Mean Humbly say Sorry Head tries to catch Tail Ends where it Begin Back to Sanctuary Breathe of Life to hail Core's Essence's clean All in God's Glory I Wanna Know What Love Is Tell me what love is Is love truly a disease One acquired with a kiss With bitter pill will cease Tell me what love is Is love when one you miss Do everything for love to please One's soul given as a lease Tell me what love is Is love but a carrot to tease Where dignity must decrease From moral laws to release Tell me what love is Is love a filthy grease A nest to cuddle fleas That even an angel flees Tell me what love is I wanna know what love is The world has forgotten what love is Show me what real love is Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila, Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry. Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.
Poetry from Azemina Krehic
ABORTION OF A FLOWER In October, pomegranates ripen in the sheltered south. This summer you wanted them to admire the blossoming in the swirling flames of your hair. One flower became a fruit that never ripened. Torn like a child from the womb, he dried in the heat of Herzegovina stones.
Photography from Caleb Ishaya Oseshi
Poetry from Ian Copestick
A Promise Earlier today I was taking my dog out for her walk Just across the street from me was two old men. I'm fifty years old. So believe me. If I say that they were old they were old. They were OLD, but they were standing next to a Bentley. Two guys who must have been at least mid- 60's. Wearing shorts, and summer shirts, with at least three buttons undone. It made me feel sick. It made me make a promise to myself.
Poetry from Kristy Raines
THE COLORS I NEVER SAW Your heart will always belong to me Wherever we go makes not a difference as long as we are always walking together. Love has many colors and are not always red But my love for you will always be crimson I will never stop you from doing what you should because those things are what make you who you are But as long as you always look at me through love's eyes you will see the many things that others do not see in me The sparkle in my eyes for you makes me realize many things But what it shows me most, are the many colors that I don't see in myself, and the many colors I never saw in you until now... I WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE YOU I cherish you, and always want you near When I wake, my first thoughts are of you As I drift off into sleep, I can faintly hear your voice You stand there waiting for me in my dreams I would wait a lifetime for you if I had to I will never be without you or the grip of your arms around me.. How could I? Together we are of the same heart I know your hand always waits for mine I pray at night that nothing takes you from me. Make no mistake.... I will always choose You.
A Poet/Author, born on April 9, 1957, in Oakland California, in The United States of America. Kristy has five books getting ready to publish soon. One anthology with a prominent poet from India, Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai, which will launch in August 2023 called, “I Cross my Heart from East to West”, two fantasy books of her own called, “Rings, Things and Butterfly Wings” and “Princess and The Lion”, an anthology of poems in English,” Walking Without You”, one in French, “Little Rose Poetry”, and one in Arabic called,” Jasmine and Roses”. She is taking a course in Arabic to write this book. Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique style of writing.