Distortion.

Smile.

Chaos, words

In

my mouth.

Screaming,

nowhere to shout.

It sucks

to stay at

place where

I don't belong.

Don't worry,

smile,

breathe when

they choke.

-t.f.s.

there is no safe place

even night is bright as day

the hypocrite hides

the judge will be judged

live by the sword die by it

same amount weighed out

inside or outside

a reflection of the self

mirror images

©Johnny J P Lee

14 December 2023

Haiku: 5-7-5

Photos: J. P. Lee

Increasing

Soft spots in forgiveness,

Love runs in between the ashes.

That's where we're meant to be,

completely unpredictable,

playing chess for free.

-t.f.s.

Trauma. Horrific catastrophe

of disease fullfiling my body

as I tremble and can't wake up.

My body can't take exhausting

desire to take medication- numbness.

Do I want it or do I need it?

It's something my soul continues to overthink.

-just a chaos made by t.f.s.

They asked me what it's like to be the oldest soul. But souls have no age, they just transfer anywhere in their free lives, being capable of creating many stories in many places. They aren't like us, they can be invisible and you won't feel them, but they embrace your whole material body while they are the anchor. I hope you understand how bad is to be the prisoner. They are the feeling you cannot stand up from bed. The noise that comes out from your head. The freedom you've been longing for. But souls need escape. They are just tired living inside a body,like they are locked in another space of chaos. Try to reach yourself by being productive in the name of nature.

-t.f.s.

“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.” H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu House of R'lyeh by Talon Abraxas

you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?

“When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a community, we may simply feel that we are undergoing something temporary, that mourning will be over and some restoration of prior order will be achieved. But maybe when we undergo what we do, something about who we are is revealed, something that delineates the ties we have to others, that shows us that these ties constitute what we are, ties or bonds that compose us. It is not as if an “I” exists independently over here and then simply loses a “you” over there, especially if the attachment to “you” is part of what composes who “I” am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who “am” I, without you?”

— Judith Butler, Precarious Life

People weren't capable of creating light.

They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.

Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.

-t.f.s

Her heart could drift away

because home' s her place

where she took care

of her heart that stood and stared

at the little things hidden behind

a laugh , startle in the night ,

every starlight in her sky

showing there's love

in anything she does ,

so she whispers

secretly , smiling

to herself

"I'm the best"

and back then

she never regretted

the magic she possessed .

-t.f.s.