I am the Rock
And upon this Rock I will build my church
Within we will form the Altar of Love
Visible to the Heaven above
So we will show what is Love.
My Love is a Rock
So I will rock you
So that my Rock
Will be your Rock
And that Rock is Love.
Like every rock
Our Rock will wither
But the Soul of the Rock
The Love of Rock
Will stand the Test of Time.
Mood Music: Just So You Know/Jesse McCartney
I was awake all night and had to go early in the morning in the following day to the office of my boss. I was working with a theater outfit as a costume designer and was itching to know our next assignment.
I arrived at the building and took the elevator. I was headed for the 11 floor. At the sixth floor, the door opened and in came two kids, a boy and a girl, cute kids who seem having fun riding the elevator. I paid them no notice since, despite the half hour travel, I still feel drowsy and I was looking forward to crashing on the office sofa, but I did feel them sort of whispering behind me like two conspiratorial kids making fun of me behind my back. Still I paid them no notice.
The elevator door opened and I was shocked to see that I had overshot the floor I was supposed to go to, instead we came to the thirteenth floor. That’s when the two kids ran past me as they went to the corridor to the left. I was already spooked and disappointed with myself because I couldn’t recall having pressed the floor number or not having done it at all so I just decided to take the stairs back down the the eleventh. Lo and behold, when I went out, the two kids were headed the same way, as they were laughing or giggling, towards the stairs.
I tried to follow them, almost at trot, wondering, why in the heck they have to go back down when they came up to that floor?
The moment they reached the stairwell, and I myself reached it, it suddenly struck me: the noises they made were gone. No laughter, no sounds of shoe or feet slapping the cement stair steps, nothing. It was as if they were never there. Another thing I realized, there was no one in the corridor but me. Not a soul was in sight. Or souls?
When the hairs at my nape and ears started to bristle and chill, I ran all the way down the stairs from that floor to the ground floor. Later, I discovered, the building was virtually deserted because it was a Saturday morning and I came at six a.m. and the guys were to come at nine a.m. The tenants of that office-condominium were all still in their units, but the thirteenth floor, no one rented a unit there.
A tenant there, upon hearing my story, told me that a family who owned a unit there went on vacation and suffered a fatal accident, but it seemed that two members have returned after all, and they have always used the elevator ever since.
Your words is Art
Your Art is Life
Your Life is Art
Very much a part of my being a writer
Your words move me
Like you’re just in front of me
Embracing my body like laughs
over coffee, or tears over tea
You put down the combinations
Of letters like there’s no tomorrow
Flowing like your blue lifeblood from your extraterrestrial quantum fingers
More potent than satellite TV
Are the images you let me see
And the feelings I sense
Intense as your tone
Makes me less alone
Not just a bag of bones
But a Being of Light
filled by you
A Being of Light
Together
We form the chandelier
Above the banquet of thoughts and dreams
Experiences jumping from page
That is our life
Shine on, shine on.
Now that I’m nearing my three year mark of writing online, I have to take into account the talented people who have shared on their blogs wonderful and thought-provoking poetry that feed the soul. I would like to show my appreciation for the minds and personalities behind the line, stanzas, and whole pieces that caught my heart and have somehow became crucial for my lighthearted mood state for the day.
It is your company and selfless contribution that made poetry alive in this part of cyberspace and made it really worthwhile to open the site and browse the freshest verbal artistry and expressiveness from you guys.
I don’t need to mention each and everyone of you, you know who you are. What’s important is that we are in constant connection and communication that defies time and space. Thank you for being there and sharing your beautiful thoughts!
In that drunken hour
where our inhibitions migrate to warmer climes
I made a connection, attempt to touch your soul
Dreaming our souls making love beside a river of
Golden beer
Till I realized you are leering
At the boy beside me I renounce as betrayer
The price of rejection of a feeling so strong.
So when we cross paths
I guess you’re not surprised when I looked ahead
That boy you want?
Remains a boy to the likes of you
He ignored you and quashed what might of been between us, so will I
Hellos hushed into that part of the brain that houses amnesia estranged
Strangers again.
It is exhilirating to a poet or thoughtscribbler like myself to remember events and people, peeves or paragons, in prose form. For experiences and people like these, structuring in poetry allows many emotions to be expressed, for the myriad ideas swimming around those memories.
Eventually, the end result is to smile or laugh about them, a form of time travel, virtual teevee, with all the freedom and unrestraint of the poem not bothering with details or delineation. It’s just fresh, though I believe that most have done this before.
the story goes like this. I met this girl at work and we went to a bar with some friends, tried to get into her pants. However, she had chosen the muscle-bound of mine who would afterwards alienate me together with other events.
Both became somewhat aloof of each other as I am of them, and it’s sad that I really have to pretend to look so far away when we have to pass each other by, “haciendo la vista gorda”, as they say in Spanish. Literally, extending one’s horizon of view. It’s just so difficult to say hi when one was treated so badly, such is the state of affairs in all’s fair in love and bar politics.
Would that I warned her earlier that the dude she’s angling for, goes for other dudes.
Daughter mine, sunshine of my wounded life
This life has distanced you from me
Before the end is nigh may I see your sunny smile
To bring with me into the long nights of lightless miles
As cares and crones rape my body and mind.
Be the Valkyrie I raised you to be
Valiant in this vale of viciousness
Rise in triumph in the face of corporal tyranny
As they silence my speech
Silence your detractors with your cerebral eloquence
Shout them down if need be
Your mind is razor sharp considering
the Source, draw it from the
Scabbard with a
screaming metallic wheep
The very sight and sound of which turns men to sheep.
I am Old, my sword’s rusted and nicked
Time to carry the heraldry to field, my Daughter
I entrust this to no one, my sight’s dimming I whisper these words,
That fly with a blessing
May You prosper, your offspring happy
May they remember their grandfather silvery
I will watch over you, like the ancestors of old
Who never had a daughter like you, all told in Gold.
Navarro’s Synthetic Atomization: Expanded and Clarified
{ September 7, 2009 @ 11:11 am } · { Logic and Philosophizing, Metaphysics, Personal Notes, Philosophy, Psychology, Social Commentary, Writing, thoughts }
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The philosophy and logical exercise of Synthetic Atomization is actually experienced and practiced by our common reasoning. However, its discernment and determination of its logical structuralization is productive in such a way that principles of thinking are formed that would positively structure our thinking.
1) Its logical structure that leads to a path of reason is summarized this way: object/action + object/action (one of the infinite syntheses)= consequence/result (atomization of synthesis).
The addends could further be expounded or expanded to action/reaction/potential of object/subject +(interaction/combination) action/reaction/potential of an object/subject = consequence/result(unique to that synthesis).
This theory of philosophy is my reaction to Russell’s Logical Atomism such that, synthetically defining/describing/expanding its boundaries requires contrasting it to the search of logical atoms, which is an exercise in futility.
Terms, even up to its simplified form signifying evident/obvous signification cannot be atoms since their definitions vary with interaction and non-interaction with other terms. Instead, they become subatomic particles to synthetic atomization of concept-groups. That is such that a simple sentence like ‘boy eats fruit’ cannot be treated as separate atoms because their interaction produces a much greater atom = a good result/consequence = good; a bad result/ consequence = bad.
The term ‘boy’ is a concept-group in itself: young, human, higher-form of life/creature, male, etc.), which rather becomes the subatomic particle of the synthetic definition of itself in that peculiarity/incidental synthesis/sentence. ‘Fruit’, despite being unspecified, is also a concept-group (organic, consumable, full of vitamins, etc.). The statement is only one of the infinite synthetic de-finitions of the terms ‘boy’ and ‘fruit’, however, that statement, and the understood result melds the concept-groups into subatomic logical particles into a synthetic atomization, as the combination falls into a good/bad result/consequence. This is also entirely dependent on how their reality or the reality of the statement affects the perceiver. Subjectivity bears heavily on synthetic atomization. However, consequences/results weighed against a real standard, i.e., physical laws, natural laws, legal bases, atomizes the concept-groups into a singular, consistent judgment of such an interaction of elements which is within the moment of infinite synthesis.
2) Thus, the philosophy of Synthetic Atomization holds that there are infinite permutations of the meanings added to any concept/subject/term, because with every occurence of these terms in synthesis, their meaning is accumulated, and the number of possible combinations of these terms with others are infinite, the total knowledge of which man is infinitely ignorant. This is encapsulated in the phrase, synthesis of meanings and states of existence, or synthetic being..
However, from the infinity of meanings and beings of a term or subject, they become atomized by the end-result of its interaction/reaction with another term or terms, an event that could be grasped by the finite knowledge of man affected by such an interaction, being atomized by that peculiar combination of terms (peculiarity/ unique synthesis), thus forming a macro concept-group melded into a good/bad consequence/resulet. This is summarized in the term atomization through consequence or atomization..
Working through a consequential path of reasoning is of course I admit, empiricism or pragmatism, but it would be a disservice to the annals of philosophical thinking not to point out such a theory of philosophy, which is a lot closer to the way people think. By making evident these logical structures, the philosopher or logician is provided another facet of the truth in reasoning. Such abstractions such as logical atomism or even idealism would be the haunt of those temporarily rejecting reality out of fashion.
3) The tenets of this theory of philosophy grounds human thinking on the truth of the limitations of human knowing but also holds the awareness such that it faces the consequence of the interaction within a peculiarity happening with such and such elements/concept-groups in a particular moment in time, thus clarifying and giving direction to actual thinking. We should note that direction is presupposed by limited pathways within an infinite possibility of definitions and combinations of elements.
Application of Synthetic Atomization to concepts and logical conclusions, still being atomized synthetically and soon to be Pressed.