Pho-m:.9

Zarathrusta came back,

He wanted nothing but his blue black fountain pen.

He saw the world now,

before he went back,

He harkened and shouted at Twitter to all feeds.

 “YOU PEOPLE,

will and always will,

stay the same,

no matter what timeframe.

 Without a sound,

He gave me something to think,

 “So we still are the same?”

 He vanished just like Obi,

Left me dumbfounded here.

Damn, he took my treasure,

That old silly blue black fountain stylus,

That I paid almost a hundred.

Aaaaah.

😎😎😎

©oam 2018.

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NmBc 17f

The anima in me gave me my love for you.

The animus in you took my loneliness away 

it knew and told me to spend my days with you.

In that dream what we ought  to

and supposedly how to cherish;

a passing year with all emotions,

that runs deep upon in and out of a microsecond of any moment.

NsVs aeio.i22

The Id was walking with Self,

It took its hand and gave a reassuring loving pressure.

Then Ego saw everything and it became jealous in an instant.

While super ego remained silent yet felt lonesome and wanted to comfort ego.

Attitude came along and crept around ego and told it that envy and jealousy can murder your heart,

It was telling ego let it go for it wont do him any good besides superego needs to be comforted by you.

FTM.iii

TOC.

A brain functions as an instrument.

The skull then houses the form it structures all that hosts all vessels.

Yet only the mind can be influenced and inspired by feelings.

Where all thought and memory collides all in one,

When that Id fights with Ego.

Thus a human being loved its own self to know,

What pain can make up in one’s own brain.

NsVs vs NmBs 325

The wind died

as my ego stormed in

that wooden door.

Why then that tequila

tasted a little sour,

when its lime turned into a lemon.

As I will head out,

my Id did not left,

only to whisper and shout

while waiting for a stubborn

burro to come into the scene.

UNV 20211

. . .

Samson was bald to begin,

yet a lock of hair

gave enough for

me to realize,
Why shave when my 5 pm can be 6 am.

Or does my chinny chin chin,

goatee make me look like Bacchus..

Or are we men that never loved anyone

but our ego.

but our smarts.

That we all have suppressed

that factor where we buckle,

under a love of narcissism

that will always be echoed

in my longing.

Journal entry 1ay

The fact remains of any being,

and thereof anything in dormant,

and or unstable of instability of

what is and not,

could b3 in fact,

lif3 is not what it would,could or should

be never the same,

if the constant consistency of change is or maybe compromised,

by one entity.

THINK.

then u know u r alive and well,

no matter what,

u will exist on

a mere fact.

Coz u thunk’d,

before even moving a muscle.

UNV 4578

. . .

comes the age of none,

to hear

to bear

witness of each other’ work,

are we going

are we doing,

then we must not,

then we care of,

why are we even trying,

when all needs to be,

hey,

yo.

Donchatinkso,

lets just pick up that stick

and ke3p slashing

and never ask,

why anymore.

Traditional models

How am I,

stubborn . . .

i have raised you out of my benefit

only to abuse your gains,

into mine account,

that fell upon the ground.

Where all my sacrifices were invested,

because i called you “son”.