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 not alone in dreading the come of lights out in our high school dorm. Many have begged their parents to be transferred to another school, while those who were left had to pray so hard for the haunting to end. Sometimes, it just gave them a short respite. And then, it started all over again.

Others have heard chains being dragged by some sort of prisoner, others have felt hands touch their faces as they lay. We just had the assurance that the scare would not be so fatal or so horrid that someone would not wake up the morning after, being together in a dorm filled with boys with two rows of 40 beds. But, we were used to wake up with one classmate gone, with nary a farewell. Only the bullies and the economically challenged or the ones with the strongest faith were left behind.

I had heard the slap of wet feet walking on the cold smooth cement floor of our dormitory, starting from the back where the statue of the bloody crucified Christ was standing, arms outstretched. Then, it would come closer and closer, until, I was so positively sure that it now was at the foot of my bed. I was an adolescent then. I remained shaking under the sheets, never daring to peek as the wet feet went around my bed many times. I’m quite sure my dorm mates heard them too, but like telepathy, we all knew we’re all under our covers praying so hard. Those feet had no body, because as the city lights shone through our windows, and we could still see through our bedsheets, we were so sure not a shadow moved, or that somebody, not even a prankster, did walk. But the steps of wet feet even had echoes in that dormitory. It was the sophomores’ dormitory.

I was thankful that when we moved to the juniors’ and seniors’ dormitory, those places were not haunted. They told us that a sophomore was found dead in the showers during one morning when the students had to freshen up for the mornings’ classes.

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.

Me and my bud were chatting at around 3 am infront of his house in a condominium complex ground floor, enjoying the cool morning breeze while we’re munching on nachos and having ice-cold beer cans in our hands, but not at all drunk because we’re just enjoying the evening and were even getting ready to call it a night.

There was a playground situated some ten meters from where we sat on wrought iron garden chairs painted white, the moon was full and grey clouds scudded, as if they slided on a dark floor full of gems. I thought, the playground looked so desolate and gloomy at night as I recalled how vibrant it was when kids and parents would be out and around those slides, seesaws, and playbars.

That was when I saw a dark figure walking from the street towards the playground, coming from the left. We’ve never seen a soul for hours and here came this man, who had a burden slung over his shoulders as he made for the playground. It’s like seeing a shadow, all black, with no reflection of the lamp posts or the moon on him, just all black. And the thing he’s carrying looks like a body in a body bag. There’s no sound coming from him, footfalls, his exertions, or his breath.

I thought, heck, he’s just a guy on an errand, laughing it off. But then, when he reached the playground, he just went straight through the bars, slides, and whatever obstruction he should’ve went around of, but, he never paused, turned, or checked his pace ever. Going to the right, passing all the bars of the playground as something immaterial, he disappeared into the trees of a vacant lot on our right.

I asked Mick, “Did you see that?”

“Yes”, he was pale like paper. That’s when I ruled out hallucination or imagination because both of us saw it, how that phantom with his phantom burden stiff yet sagging across his shoulder, went through all that metal and plastic.

Both of us had to jostle each other as we made a dash for his front door.

Music Video: Thriller/Michael Jackson

Concept-groups are handy not in analysis, which by in itself narrows rather than expand understanding, and logical atomism meanwhile is in ignorance the nature of comprehension of concepts, whose totality of comprehension is tied with the interrelationship of concept-groups within them, and this relationship specifies their consequences or results of their accidental essentials together with their interaction within an act of comprehension/judgment/definition/description of an event-action of the objects explained.

So, concerning the judgment of a person, to talk about who is a person, how can someone really determine the definition of a certain person, nobody can really be in the position to judge a whole person’s being just with the experiencing of the actions of that person, even that would define him or her at that moment.

Described under the light of Synthetic Atomization, the total definition of a person is to take into account his or her whole life, the summation of his or her actions and his or her relationship or non-relationship within the milieu. We may try to simplify with the definitions that man is a rational animal, a social animal, a person who did something or that something, but from an eagle’s vantage point, that is not a complete definition/description of a person, deep within ourselves we know that we could not exhaust the knowledge of a person in just a few sentences. The whole life of a person, from birth to death, would constitute the WHOLE DEFINITION OF THAT PERSON, and still, nobody can ever know each and every interaction that person has with others, or with the environment. Again, here synthetic atomization underscores man’s infinite ignorance about another person’s totality, though has a finiteness, is still beyond a person’s comprehension, memory, and knowing, such that sometimes religious people infer an infinite intelligence or Supreme Being that would KNOW a whole person’s life so that there would be SOMEONE who would have a complete definition of a person.

However, despite the voluminous obligation Synthetic Atomization imposes on its application of the definition of a person, a person’s actions meanwhile would be easily judged based on the consequences of his or her actions and its immediate results on others or on objects. This is where Atomization occurs, the result of the act, or the end result of an interaction between objects, would be the atom that unites the actors within the event or reaction between persons and their actions, and that would facilitate judgment of a logical exercise upon a statement or event in time. That judgment is another addition to the synthetic description of an object/person/term’s definition, but their involvement is atomized by their specific effect in that moment in time that would provide direction for perception, awareness, and judgment, for direction is presupposed by the finiteness, or atomization of concepts involved, the melding of concept-groups into a singular concept-group, i.e., the result or consequence.

Thus, a criminal behind bars, convicted justly and within legal bounds of his/her milieu, is adjudged as such for the action committed against humanity, against society. That is the atomization of the action, the doer, the recipient of the action, the time it occurred, how it was done, into the end result: being behind bars, and something more simplified for judgment, that is, bad, as far as the limitation imposed on the felon on freedom and reputation. Nobody would know if he/she would reform, become a saint, what subsequent actions and interactions would occur involving the convict within prison, all of which would comprise his/her the synthesis of being, the totality of existence up to the time of death, the endpoint of existence in the material sense. However, when the judgment is made to bear on a consequence of an action that impinges on the duty of society to take action, then, he or she would be atomized together with others in another exercise of judgment, the conclusion of a logical exercise.

Synthetic Atomization has many applications in the field of logic and philosophizing so much so that it would be the restatement of the obvious as pointed out by prior movements of literature and philosophy, however, delineation of the lines of thought and logical actions would clarify more than obfuscate more than the abstractions offered by logical atomism and idealism that many ideologies have offered earlier generations of credulous students.

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.

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.

IF WORRYING IS A SHALLOW POOL, INDEFINITELY DUCKING ONE’S FACE IN IT WILL DEFINITELY RESULT IN BEING DROWNED.