S = P by Rhonda Fisher

Nihilism

Anthropos, the archeao of history, derived from cosmic mind of logos and light,
willed separation into darkness. Subject torn from Predicate forgot his eidos,
becoming estranged from pure act. Man's will to remain faithful to Earth powered
his intention in to the tautological present.

Redemption

Only through experiencing the darkness of nothingness, being aware of being able not to be, can man's soul be redeemed into the light of God. Awareness of ones's potential absence
opens up the possibility of standing in the truth of transcendental presence.

UNITY OF SUBJECT AND OBJECT by Rhonda Fisher

Nihilism...

Adam, archeo of history, 
created, not born of pure Thought and Light, 
wilfully separated humankind from God.

Subject torn from Predicate
forgot his essence,
becoming estranged from Pure Act.

Adam's screams, choked by the
absence of infinite potentiality,
drifted back to Earth burning into Nothingness.

God's rebuke,"...cursed are you above 
all cattle..." powers man's intention 
into the distant Present.

Redemption...

Only through experiencing the true nature of darkness, Being aware of 
being able not to Be, can man's soul be
expiated into the light of God.

Awareness of one's own timeless absence opens up the possibility of standing in the truth of transcendantal prescence. 

Vertigo by Rhonda Fisher

Argh, cough, spit, fall down /

woozy vertigo, sit down /

walk, sit, walk, lie down

Emily Dickinson's Letter To A Friend, Not Yet

Dear Friend not yet,

Do not pretend to know me? Or what of that I do?
My solitude does not bare me, nor is it so cruel.
In darkness I find that which cheats the night.
And words escape that surely have some light.

My friends in silence speak to me, quietly and with great care.
Words that flow so swiftly, words no others dare.
These I keep on my darkest-day when clouds cry out so loud.
Thunder rends the silence and breaks that silver cloud.

No, not sickness of the solitude--dare I have no remorse.
Silence is my gratitude and words fly out--due course.
My friend, not yet, and so you think of me--foreigner.
I, a husband-less wife.


Emily.

Goodbye by Rhonda Fisher

My heart has bled dry...

let this love lie rest, it's time

to let go, goodbye.

BRAINWASHED by Rhonda Fisher

My girl loves Disney.

When will she read again?

How brainwased is she?

Poet She Wrote: Heartbreak by Rhonda Fisher

Poet She Wrote: Heartbreak by Rhonda Fisher

Poet She Wrote: Mrs. Shakespeare by Rhonda Fisher

Poet She Wrote: Mrs. Shakespeare

Mrs. Shakespeare by Rhonda Fisher

Though where you find thee

is far from me, my only thoughts

and dreams will gently rest with thee.