Malaise

Malaise

I've seen this somewhere before,
In a dream, in a memory,
In a fantasy or perhaps a nightmare,
To it, I'm numb or perhaps sore,
Unable to notice the chicory,
Or deviate the penetrating stare,
Back and forth the ship sways,
Over the waves of another day,
Through the eddies of endless tide,
Of which I'm unable to confide,
Standing alone among the drones,
Surrounded by foam covering the loam,
A barrier thin to permeate through,
With line of sight, tactile, too,
The ebbs and flow nudge one another,
Lazily against as they both smother,
Each vying for their moment in time,
To pen the day's uneventful rime.

Invino Veritas
8/27/15
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Bullhorn

Bullhorn

My phone makes me ill,
A constant stream of swill,
Regurgitated filth flowing forth,
Like garbage that lost its worth,
When once consumed it fell,
Into the brown, pungent swell,
My phone makes me sigh,
Reminds me of the lies,
Falling from the lips,
Of politicians and their quips,
Of security and faith,
And the nation the wraith,
My phone, to me, bleats,
Over and over repeats,
The dance of the honeybee,
Whispering promises to me,
Of sweet nectar and pollen,
Upon my ears, there, fallen,
My phone is the autumn rot,
Signaling death the winters brought,
Rustling in the breeze,
Where it bellows its sleeze,
Calling to me in time,
With that insidious chime,
It is my phone I despise,
For it only has cries,
Harboring only shame,
And an abundance of blame,
Of which none is for me,
Of which is reserved for thee.


Invino Veritas
8/26/15
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Purple

Purple

It was not me, it was the world,
That painted my sky,
My perfect sky,
And colored it green;
A far cry from Purple.
It was not me, it was the world,
That drowned my dreams,
My gorgeous dreams,
And soaked my fingers,
And froze them out Purple.
But it was me, certainly me,
Who swung the axe,
That terrible axe,
That smashed their columns,
Staining their steps Purple.
And alas it was me, most certainly me,
Who broke the ice,
That terrible ice,
That freed the dreams,
Changing the sky to Purple.

Invino Veritas
7/20/15
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Prometheus

Prometheus

Not my circus, not my monkeys,
I've got bigger fish to fry,
Eff your flag and eff your symbols,
There's no twinkle in this eye,
Eff your wagons and eff your cherries,
To Hades with convenient cares,
Part the waves and head for shore,
No history do we share,
Eff your battles and eff your cannons,
Blast your empty cries,
Swimming in a shallow pool,
Won't divert the ocean's tide,
But hand in hand and heart to heart,
Draws no monsters to the beach,
So eff your pitchforks and eff your torches,
No heavens are your's to reach,
No angels' wings in nightly dreams,
Only devils while you sleep,
The whispers of a demon's tale,
Are the memories that you'll keep,
A pestilence of filth and fury,
A dragon's breath you'll spout,
When looking to share your malcontent,
With every monster that you sprout,
So eff your demons and eff your nightmares,
Eff the reciters of ancient tomes,
Eff your surly expectations,
And leave the monsters and me alone.


Invino Veritas
6/24/15
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Fanboy

Fanboy

Nothing's quite romantic,
As what we've never had,
Protesting every catastrophe,
As if it makes you mad,
You're quite the little banshee,
Professing filth and hate,
Destroying all the ignorance,
With which you masturbate.

Invino Veritas
4/28/15
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Letter from the Editor

A Letter from the Editor

...so to speak...

I have decided to take down some old articles I wrote a couple years ago for Real Story Publishing. These articles will no longer be available on this site. I've done this for a couple of reasons, but probably the most dominant reason is that, at least for the majority of those articles, I no longer feel that way. Some time ago, I got too involved with politics and news, and frankly, I was blind to the way the news media manipulated me with the fear and the outrage tactics to keep me hooked. It's easy to do. We want to stay informed. We want to keep abreast of the things that interest us, but it's a vicious cycle.

The internet is the greatest invention since, well, probably the printing press. But it is not without its faults either. After all, how many of us have used a printing press recently? Nobody? Exactly. In context, the problem with the internet is it allows us to seek out and find information about those things we want to understand better. The downside to this is it allows us to seek out and find information that affirm our beliefs. Left to our own devices, the majority of us will get tunnel vision and ONLY look for information that affirms our beliefs. The good part about that is that once you realize how it happens and what it looks like when it happens, you become immune to it as long as you take the time and make the efforts to exercse the skill necessary to accomplish a quality discrimination of information.

So, I quit political commentary with articles. I still listen to news occasionally. I've come to realize that the media has lied in making people think that you can only be conservative or liberal. I now realize that, at least in context once agin, the landscape isn't back and white. The world doesn't work that way. We aren't all of two minds. You know who does it all the same way? Clones. Sheep. Cattle. Monkeys. Insects. Even Nature knows that does't work, so it creates mutations and diverts from its own rules and paths.

So, I got out.

I'm tired of all the hate, the fear-mongering, the unnecessary drama. I'm not saying you shouldn't worry. In fact, I'm not telling you what to do at all. That's YOUR decision. I'm just telling you why I took down eighteen articles I published a couple years ago at Real Story Publishing. There are plenty of bad things in the world, and I'll do my best to protect myself from those ugly things. But I'm not going to let them determine how I live. I'm still going to have fears, but I'm not going to let them rule my life. Moreover, the fear of global problems aren't the same as personal fears or local problems, are ethey? I'm not going to spend my time worrying about things ten tousand miles away. I'm not going to concern myself with what some fat, self-important collection of ignorant tits and ass in some reality TV show thinks or does. It's not relevant to the real world, and it's not relevant to me. My problems are my own, and frankly, my wheelbarrow is full. So, in the words of that silly internet meme:

"Ain't nobody got time for that!"

Thanks.

Invino Veritas
4/21/15
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Eris

Eris

Reflecting back on where it all started,
There's no wonder why we're all retarded,
When, from the beginning, we departed,
For shorelines beforehand disregarded,
When the children cry and point their fingers,
At demons' antics and devils' cleavers,
The argent tongues of the warbling singers,
Spin argent yarns to create believers,
But when those demons return much later,
The magic of verse falls out of favor,
Blood before silver's a creed much greater,
Than tales of spirits, serpents, and saviors.
   But in death the universe shall confide,
   The truth, not external, within resides.


Invino Veritas
4/16/15
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