The forbidden

The greatest endeavor of scientific study is to scrutinize society and undertake the challenge of introducing a philosophy that alters reality for the benefit of everybody, creating a collective body out of disparate parts by uniting them as a heart that beats as one...this is done by respecting unique identity, valuing liberties and honoring independent agency, providing everybody with the dignity of belonging to a community where their purpose of contributing to society in a meaningful manner is made immediately available in every personal, private, public and social way, assuring  that the context of free expression remains safely secured as a place for skill craft mastery, breeding opportunity for immense creativity that comes from the most curious of mysteries by pioneering out of ones own ability to imagine possibility as an eventuality in future reality.   It is then the mission of scientific activity to discover the means to enact such eventualities by maintaining a stance of

TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ -extremely rough content ahead- I saw a child today, starved lying beside her mother, flys picking at the body. And I saw a bear give birth to her cubs in the winters snow.  And I saw a business man beating a hooker to death in his Vegas hotel room, Hugo boss shoes stained red with her blood. And I saw a meteor shower from the summit of Kilimanjaro.  And I saw a baby baptized by a priest who had molested the mother when she was a child. And I saw a bean stalk grow. And I saw a child lose their limb in a Mattel toy factory near the shen Jin province.  And I saw an iceberg fall into the sea as whales swam past undisturbed by the scene.  I saw a homeless man freeze to death in the winter streets of Chicago, clutching an unsmoked rock. I heard a dolphin sing to his lover beneath the glow of fluorescent algae. I heard a child scream from a wooden shelter in the woods, no mother, no father, just alone. I heard a breeze rushing through the leaves of an

The way she carries herself with dignity. Her back pocket communicating everything. Self respecting innocence is forthcoming. Devout loyalty an undying quality. Vibrant curiosity. Delicate but bold bravery. Her ferocity devoid of reasoning. Gently waiting for the opportunity to grieve a broken haven she was entrusted with stewarding. Intellectuality unmatched by interests in diversity capturing her intrigue as she breathes forth creativity as music the instrument she is holding rings forth her soul vibrating an acoustic desire to acquire an admirer of higher virtuosity.  She is blameless and even less bossy then she could admirably be for she understands things better then anybody with an open heart that sings with songs that bleed for a reality suffering the faults and failures of previous entities that she seeks and wishes to be inspired with every breath they breathe sent from her leaves refreshing breeze. A reformation is coming perturbing the governing bodies t

As he waits in blind shelter for a roof bereft of any proof his love can not offend the temporary joys of life that descend but recoil they must with gravities thrust from restraint of emotion within a brain under strain that demands he remain the same despite the distance his soul has tread his heart has shed every thread left as a pile of silk stained red as each night lays his head upon a soft bed be wed is said to himself and no one else once lost in a dream he can not find his way home a path hidden in faith has hope left where only the dead are said to be he has wandered in this long journey for eternity and still her soul can not be found he has gone up and down ever lost too him is the jewel of his crown worthy of the white gown his frown cast upon his face speaks of weary resolve still giving chase yet surrendering the haste knowing it brings only waste his feelings encased within a tomb beneath his chest has replaced the beating lungs that once gave rise to his breast it is b

When are you from? Stardate: .000e...38 I give up to you my souls control. I give up to you the continuity of my soul in whole. I give up to you my continuously renewing soul with every last vow and contract sold. ...again I say this bold. “I don’t like being bitter and cold.” Sometimes this soul has a hole in its story that prevents it from existing presently. Is the poop hole the loophole? The butthole? The asshole? The soul? Does the use of those words denote a lack of self control? Or exemplify an innocent curiosity like a mole exploring the roots of it’s tunnel? Empty everything, lose control of your soul relax your sphincter muscle. Too vulgar? So is clinging to control.  Triadic states have their domains, all the same a threefold spectrum creates an axial trio. Goodness in faith defines the quality of worth you unearth. Rightness in love decides the property of value that you see. Trueness in hope determines the accuracy of truth you repeat. This is everything ‘substantial’. “Wh