Ablaut Logic

Do you believe in your cause?
Would shouting at you change your mind?
Then why would shouting at them change their mind?

Poetry in motion, not in motion, inactive. It could be the emotionally lost, an emotional sea, an emotional hook, and we seek ourselves outwards. If there were any truth in this, it would be that we must be the new humans of this planet, and the next. Some are the ribald and ire of the season of reasons, and we adults can tell you two of many unknown things, with age comes focus not forgiveness, and the eyes of the mind seek what we've always sought, hear what we've always heard, and as you can tell from this, all things are test of time.

So I will sing sang sung with this tongue, and in the ancient tongues I might have spake to speak of spoken words, in timeless ways it sees, it is seeing, and now we see, of when and where you'll need ask and pray tell as has been what begs pardon. I don't know who I am anymore, but not born yesterday. These times of children raising the next adults, and infants crying to be kings, we have had made possible opportunity, in the ways that must not be, our regrets make us characters in a sad time, our lives make us none of your business. I speak, I spake, I spoke.

It's true in some ways that I study the way of words, gathering the anecdotes of antidotes and wars, all for not as pages rot, coyly to describe the way my inner dialogue prays to demigods, only to say the names of emotions to the souls met along the roads of this world when seen from the moon like veins of an eye forever staring at the sun. Fittingly, in ways, how some would like to see it split and need and want two halves of one mind. The active, the events, the results, or the series, all of these are aspects of humanity, and in some cases human is what you are and not what you're doing -- to this we hope you study or train or work.

There is a magic I have seen, where time stops, where all elements of humanity can be observed to perfectly observe, in ways to perceive the elements of society without the hypocrisy and barbarism and stupidity of censorship, to see aspects of life as easy as poets throw words for ideas. When we adults are emotional, more so than every, the chorus of minds with words best silent, the extent at the moment inescapable of better questions, you so I ask this.

Do you believe in your effect?
Would shooting at you make you want to surrender?
Then why would shooting at them end war that kills humans?

Misappropriated Requisition

A political cartoon, a warrior of the times guarding the chalk outline where someone once rested, holding a sign that reads "private property".

I had no choice to respond to this with equal force, to imagine things the right way instead of the errors of reality, or simulation of imagination.

There are all the dreams of humanity, the combinations of obligations, facetiousness, and consideration, all of which are subject to a reigning future.

While the admittance to powerlessness, a river of raindrops and temporary peace, despite opportunity to forget there are some who remember to persevere, into independence, into complicity.

To error is the way of forgetfulness, comparative to crimes of the self, that is to say that we cannot be contrived, but in the manner one endangered animal in a specialized refuge can, for perhaps, become fifty-thousand apex animals, which new arrangements much be made, how wonderful this thought is that entire planets, if not entire galaxies, could be creations in order to let humanity do what it finds natural.

That someone could think that space guarded by the living is not theirs is not inaction, it is activity to avoid a bad feeling, to change for but the sake.

I fear it is a sick many of minds that release the dead like captured pieces no longer exploitable, this is true in unnecessary detested plagues, these are the trivialities of the manipulated truths.

The creationist makes their creations, and the revolutionists continue to misunderstand, without cause to learn the truth of the momentum, which one can block if possible as many can if available it seems, but not understanding ownership a delusion acts in their stead.

If is not property, how can it be taken; if believed that property is wrong, then how are amenities confiscated under confiscation; if property is communal, how is a political body a requirement?

There are clear mistakes alongside trepidation of leadership, those that sign themselves to service and those that assign themselves to charity, these are the many things that fight to control a line that isn't there.

The dependency on dependents, a state requires people that require a state, a redundancy of speculation surrounded by its own gravity, a people require certainties, where the universe does not cease outside of the vacuum.

I cannot follow if I cannot lead, screaming for a challenger, were I to take league with weakness I would make agency of theft, not stronger than the meek, not weaker than my false desires, and soon to insanity I could redirect what I cannot see nor imagine while being blind to the world.

To more the merrier whom can make peace like the sunlight, to surety that less have contributed more than others, while sounding as the fray are oft to do, which hidden in their individualism as a collectivist, find it hard to allow property if they themselves are not property of a collective.

It is not a collective because we begin at different moments in time, as often a pool of blood spills from a single wound, humanity spills across time from its end to beginning, even perhaps in reverse, a gathering of the deathless and the truth of the living.

Al hambre de siete dias, no hay pan duro.

~ proverbio español