defining semiotic alchemy...im just a rambler of truth and depth

some sophists run around projecting the false as if it were the truth, debunking the theses that have been set out for us with hypotheses that frequently run away from the vertical axis of truth and false and in its shadow create the axis of science and fiction. the hypothesis destroys the human's ability to discern the thesis from the anti thesis and, in doing so, force the former to do the work of the latter and the latter that of the former. we forget that this drama, this tragedy, is orchestrated and are left blinded on this shadow axis. oh, the violence we perpetuate.... let us use this process of denaturing origin, semiotic alchemy, against them and return it to its proper state. because, after all, some words commit murder daily.

l'amour ....understood yet confusing

Je me suis perdu dans le mémoire de ton regard

parce que j'étais intimidée par le marron profond de tes yeux

et je me suis baissée les yeux

avant que j'ai perdu ma garde

avant de tomber dans ta flamme

avant que mes rêves ont pu courir plus vite que mon pensée
mais, je n'oublierai jamais ton regard...

je me suis enveloppée par ta voie

tes mots coulaient doucement de ta bouche en petit goutes

mais

tombait dans mon cœur comme un jet d'eau

ainsi tu m'as noyée dans ta présence

et dans le noir au tour de moi

je ne voulais rien que de t'oublier

aussi facilement que je t'ai aimée

sometimes one cannot bear to read an old poem until a year after it has been written

memory loses clarity
as sunrise subsumes sunset
for the 116th time
firestorms have swept my days
and in their ash
companions remain and drift

but our love is alive in those ashes
combing through desert of past
vigilantly caring for
unscarred elements
and fondly holding dear trinkets
in her pockets
for our love is a scavenger in time
always searching...
her passion shall preserve passion
and her longing shall preserve longing
and her heart shall preserve our hearts
until they touch again

but now, sunset cloaks sunrise
for the 116th time
and the firestorm swept through my day
as it did the last
and companions have remained ghosts that drift
but our love is alive in those ashes