a poem

The elaborate dance of my schizophrenia, the hopeless resignation of control to moods of my bi-polarity. The after-impression in a smile or a frown, drawing the disparity, with the truth, the thing you just said has, either happier or sadder than than it was said, often sillier, in manic-depression. The worth of a man, a woman, is nothing simipler, the lack of harm done to the land and water and species of the future, before anything positive may be applied, of a vain, in a vein of thought, in a principle.

This flesh technology, i would hope that it is still useful, the soul, the discussion the philosophy, what all is it, might we not make our worth, with our integrity, and with natures

a length of history, were they weathered, a lot along with race, tethered untethered 

you have no right to complain, shut yourself up to the spectacle

a mush upon your reins, then its over

a harness beyond a harness

and a worth in a worth

contemplate, consider, concern all turned inside out

superceded, gathered, worn, out

despair, resignation proof, be pro-active achieve and prevail

The principle of all principles, just seeing how things work

and the subsequent principle that things change when observed

its all inherent in honesty, its all latent in honesty, its all visible in humble sincereness

the stories compound, long learning

from history, variety, trumping, triumphing over pride

keep your eyes open and call a spade a spade

do not dance away away, from integrity towards convuluted confusion in the face of contradiction

you’re continuing in this pace, this stride, with this face this attitude and mood

could you not replace it, you

when they change your mind, isn’t it you [aurelius]

when you feel inferior, was it your permission [e roosevelt] 

If what your worth is, you do not know, if what priorities and truths and accuracies are necessary, if what concessions and honesties in admissions are needed is clear to you

take your understanding and do not forget it

“When men do not forget what is easily forgotten, and forget what is not easily forgotten, we have a case of real oblivion” [Chuang tzu] by oblivion here, i humbly would dare to go ahead and think he meant dao. (the real dao, as they sometimes put it)