Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

December 9, 2019


Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 4:33 pm

.Thom Yorke & Radiohead

“All I Need”

I’m the next act
Waiting in the wings

I’m an animal
Trapped in your hot car

I am all the days
That you choose to ignore

You are all I need
You are all I need
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds

I’m a moth
Who just wants to share your light

I’m just an insect
Trying to get out of the night

I only stick with you
Because there are no others

You are all I need
You’re all I need
I’m in the middle your picture
Lying in the reeds

It’s all wrong
It’s all right
It’s all wrong

December 4, 2019

DEATH/Rainer Maria Rilke

Filed under: lost, mirrors, POEM, poetry, surreal, Uncategorized, visions, WAITING, WISE UP — Tags: , , — namelessneed @ 12:41 pm
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Issue no. 82 (Winter 1981)There stands death, a bluish distillate
in a cup without a saucer. Such a strange
place to find a cup: standing on
the back of a hand. One recognizes clearly
the line along the glazed curve, where the handle
snapped. Covered with dust. And Hope is written
across the side, in a faded Gothic script.The man who was to drink out of that cup
read it aloud at breakfast, long ago.

What kind of beings are they then,
who finally must be scared away by poison?

Otherwise would they stay here? Would they keep
chewing so foolishly on their own frustration?
The hard present moment must be pulled
out of them, like a set of false teeth.
Then they mumble. Then they go on mumbling. . .

O falling star,
once seen into from a bridge—:
Not to forget you. To endure

November 25, 2019

POETRY: The Dark Night by Saint John of the Cross

Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 9:14 am

I humbly just now discovered this from a Spanish mystic from the 16th century

Viva la “Noche Oscura” !

The Value of Sparrows


One dark night,
fired with love’s urgent longings
—ah, the sheer grace!—
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.

In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
—ah, the sheer grace!—
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.

On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.

This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
—him I knew so well—
there in a place where no one appeared.

O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.

Upon my flowering breast|
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,

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November 24, 2019

Cafe Royal 06/08/2018 — kanzen sakura

Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 4:15 pm

This is a poem I wrote while I was working on my PhD in Fine Arts. I’m re-posting it here today with revisions. Why? Because I have been deeply depressed and this poem suits my mood. This poem is part of my Dorian Gray series, written along with a thesis about Oscar Wilde and […]

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September 28, 2019


Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 3:15 pm



I can Recognize, but hell, I can’t Realize so well.
I’d drink more coffee but my cardiologist insists I don’t
I’d drink more coffee but my heart man prescribes “not so smart, man”.

I’d think more whiskey would push me to bask at last in a primal light,

but my general practitioner generally frowns about practicing until I get it right.

I’d read more but eyes see less.. I digress,

I’d come 2/pray more/give in/give more/dream-sleep in/weep for once/

walk the lit dark like I used to/ Take in the dark light. I’ve so far refused to.

I can Recognize, but hell,

I don’t Realize so well.


September 20, 2019


Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 7:51 pm


Surely it might go

You must breathe free and steady

On by its own steam

April 18, 2019


Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 4:38 pm

To adjoin Your Maundy Thursday observances.
“But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me
is with me on the table”
Can you find Da Vinci’s clue to just who?




April 15, 2019

The Sign of the Black Sun — cakeordeathsite

Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 9:25 am

My thoughts and as a consequence my dreams have been occupied by Prague lately, (a place I have never visited, incidentally), the city of Emperor Rudolf II with his court of alchemists, magicians, scientists and artists; where Dr John Dee and his medium Edward Kelley conjured up a vast array of angels in a Aztec […]

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Abattoir or Slaughterhouse? How Words Influence Our Perceptions — Rerouted Writer

Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 9:03 am

Abattoir – from the French abattre, ‘to fell’. As you would fell a tree to build a shed. Slaughter – from Old Norse slátr ‘butcher’s meat’; related to slay. As you would slay your enemies on the battlefield. Words with differing etymologies to describe the same thing, that each rest differently on the ear. It’s […]

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April 13, 2019


Filed under: fragments, LOVE, philosophy, Uncategorized — Tags: , , — namelessneed @ 10:36 pm

“What does when a single insignificant   act may lead to consequences so immense, and also a tragically total dilemma, down the road comes to mean nothing?”

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