All There Is, Is F*****g Service

If you awoke one fine day...

could you suture the sun

 to an ocean--or merely

admire their connection...

whereas: "to be, or not to

be" is being itself, as being

itself.

To be-- is being (consciousness)...

or not to be-- is (mind).

Very well...carry on...which is

no question...if To Be could retort

to not to be.

Whereas...first come...is always

first serve...All There Is, Is F*****g

Service.

Reviews

[JR Darewood]

Really clever. I love the conversation between to be and not to be. your poem has me lost in a beautiful schizophrenia.

[Onoma]

Thank you for your perceptive review...it is greatly appreciated.

[Frieda P]

This is such a clever write, it makes me dizzy in thought.

Love the image of suturing the sun to the ocean, brilliant. To get the unconscious mind and consciousness to relate, that's an entire different story.

[Onoma]

Dizziness is for the turning of heads...and since you're here....you
make me happy you were...thank you so very much.

[Frieda P]

Was my pleasure, I love it when a write makes me think....or say wtf I wish I would have thought of that....

[.]

~ this is an incredibly powerful piece of writing, Sire... this is truly how it is... fortunately, there are some who do not believe in perpetuating this practice... just for the sake of perpetuating the practice... ~ some of us do think... and we do think of the merits and demerits of things...

[Onoma]

Forgive give me dear Highness...I've somehow supplanted the word: f**k,
in place of the word: idiot. I'm throwing stones at glass houses...even if the
sound of shattering is just in my imagination (which I don't believe it is).

[.]

~ haha... oh, no... :P ~ i used to throw stones too... it's the first step... before one realizes that hatred is a futile emotion... one can't possibly hate those who know less... knowing more than those who know less is something that puts on us the responsibility of transferring knowledge... so, i suppose the energy deployed in throwing stones can be better utilized in transferring knowledge... i don't miss my stone-throwing energy but i do sort of consciously try and deploy it for transferring knowledge... :P

[.]

~ to the best of my humble abilities of course... am not saying i don't err... just saying i try not to... and that...that makes life a more interesting and less disturbing experience... or so i think... :P

[Onoma]

...Serah, I felt absolutely no hatred--I use the words: idiot, and f**k as a
mantra. I Am that glass house, it reminds me of myself...it's the First/Last
step to any recovery program. There's nothing being deployed...it doesn't
have the luxury of leaving me. I Am An Idiot.

[.]

~ i apologize profusely, Sire... english is my second language and sometimes (possibly because of suffering from some sort of a confirmation bias)... i end up reading meaning into things which mean something else... however, the only thing that i would most humbly disagree with is the fact that you are an idiot... because an idiot is not certain that he is an idiot... that's why he is an idiot in the first place... :P

[Onoma]

I'm in Absolute love with incertitude...it has afforded me spaces
that "I" cannot possibly compensate for--my very body dances unwillingly.
My very words laugh at that unwillingness...that is All.

[.]

~ haha... you win... as you must... dear master of words... :P

[Onoma]

...You won for me, without you (as of this moment) I cannot win.
For winning me must deploy energy...haha...

[.]

~ haha... very well said, Sire... :)

[Onoma]

I can only unfaithfully prolong the saying of you, Truly...words poised
upon you are a sacrilege. Your words to Blue are embers that keep love
alive well through the partition of day and night. Faith, in a word--which
self-sustains all words. My thanks to you pales in comparison.

[.]

~ haha... no, no... blue is a very crazy cookie and cuckoo... he really had a very profound impact on me... and continues to... i think we can all blame him... for any good in me... :P ~ you're awesome, Sire... :)

[Onoma]

...We're All to blame, and we're All to love--goodnight...(I can't stop writing
to you, but I will now). A record setting hemorrhage for me it was!

[.]

~ haha... sweet dreams, Sire... :)