Warning (prompt)

Took another caution for the time against wonder

fought the conditioned frequency

asking about guidance in provincial

distrusting fierceness

this, for other voiceless masses

When the fear doesn’t silence

as if we had loud voices to begin with

quieted, complacent in friendly neighborhoods

careful warnings for cruelties

just in case, guilt can save your shame

and it’s a grace, anyway

the precautions become

wary needlessness or uneasy confrontation

spaces between the pain and fear

watched imaginary movement,

could picture anything

painted precautions in limits to paranoia

those to feel worried in cause or effect

blame concentrated or concerted frustration

a singular imaginary guarding

incurable warning defense

and says guard yourself, become more vulnerable

what could testify beyond any silence

in the horrible void: bewary beyond, but never show

in precaution to oneself alone, possessive

supposed strength or could have thought it was protection

in strange devices or unkempt ferocity

forgotten to the humane

what strange bravery would

ask for more vulnerability?


via Daily Prompt: Warning



Waited the diligence beyond me, contrived the positions for avoidance or condensed my own revenge to small pockets of grinning indignation for the surplus of condescension. More reasons to permit or regard accordingly; more chances to prove yourself decent enough to exist or the basest conditions dismissed themselves against the measurements for actuality, for the realism or that artistic inclination against the abstraction but always in conceptual and nothing between. the distances between response or the decisions for wording can remain the absolute wonder of others, could name itself to instance for moments, could disappear to other ether or convince itself of better endings for the purposes in timing or reach. Positioned randomness to regard, there must be no such thing, here, and beyond is another reach for something that must somehow be known or fathomable to us. We’ll beat the confusion with mythological comforters, we’ll sweat out the significance in too many layers and confound ourselves to answers that set for moments and then disappear themselves. portions of decision making process stolen for the ransom of absolutes, of all the escapes in the sanctities of capital gain or the need to conform ourselves against the threat of workers injuries. here, freedom! the worry-free distal absolutist projectile encampments, gathered scrap in heaps, watched the dwellings contrive themselves before the remnants had even gathered themselves to corners, or before those capstones could even be recognized. the buildings sweat, glean in water weight and shift with the wind, can see the sunlight in short bars across the gaps left between siding. console ourselves with thoughts of worse-off, any decision was already made in the apriory, these conditions are better hoped for or against and must have attention in either way. what dwellings we’re given, the way we house ourselves, these flesh machines filled with daydreams, these empty darkened caverns for thought to fill. hey, another direction to get lost about, a difference in gathering or what my assumptions do to others’ dignity or how about how much more fulfilled in daily existence we must all be? constructs of destruction, here’s another phrase for the American aphorist shoot ask shoot mentality; definitives and directives from stolen decision making process or vagrant sympathies in departure and refusal to participate. Stay neutral! Bondage in strange positions and uncomfortable depressions, figures balanced precariously on another edge, somehow resisting the weather or the atmosphere crushing in weightlessness. Not a care in the world! Apathetic asthetic: here, caring too much means vulnerabilities that will be taken advantage of. probably in horribly unfair ways. Gratefully, we must realize how much has been sacrificed for such theft to even be possible; what dignities we have are in the realization of them being stolen. removal principles, it must have become itself from a negative indicative someplace; must have opposite reaction of some sort, must have opposition to exist. An equal reaction, and not just opposite? Negativism crowds around these darkened corners of means to any end, possibilities in assuming the worst and expecting the betterments, the last time I saw a positive story take up equal time in newscasting, the truly caring find themselves uncaring as the best fit. There’s no need for self-denial in being entirely removed.


what’s another for the delinquency in pages or the pushing for the sake of it, what about the other rounds about the same temples rubbing in frustration or the sampling of supposed emotion? Claim to another poetical phrasing syndrome, practicality can almost write itself after long enough, here’s another way to avoid having to feel it, as if avoidance is all we are ever given. That absence, must be claimed or named in some way or another, must have some sort of comfort in the thought of solice beyond the refinement of culture or the desecration that most have only expected. expectations to blame for the awareness itself, the subjects had chosen themselves and refused to shift, the congruence paused in just the instances that were unnecessary and decrepit to us. purchase another chance to change the rate of void in the only options we have staring at us like our own murals of devils painted on the walls around us. musta been askin’ for it. same rounds again, as if brand new and gouging themselves as if miles deep. here’s another fault for losing the chase, the ravines that none care pass or other ways to avoid as if the options were ours and if we can reconstruct it must have been our fault to begin with. Escape, these portions or positions assumed of space that doesn’t technically exist or defiances of apriory in association, despite another contract for deciding a way to think or allowances for interaction in collections of anxiety. Curved another bent weight in leaning backwards, as if the navigation of such saturated conditions must be picture perfect and absolutely purified; crooked, narrow pathways and considerate felled contractions in paradox or discomfort translations in hidden references. Collocation of personhood, here’s another grouping mechanism for confirmation of conformance to identitarian absolutes: hey, they’ll get ya somehow….free will must be a choice, and you’ll be forgiven for losing it to archetypes.