knowsy prose

roses are red, blood is too, when it's not blue within (& hard to do without)... call it purple, if you will, if you find it in vein, it will do. like violets bloom. & even without us, some roses are pink with yellow rays in the center for our eyes to see... but you wouldn't know it the way that they're bred to curl up in hiding, the stigma of their style. ovule inside an ovary like the opposite of a bullet inside a pistol, yet illuminated by filaments, spiralling out... which pollinate the darkness... conceal, reveal: i can't claim to have all the anthers. really a rose can be any color, like a grey cat on a black night. but if violence is blue, like bruises and sadness, but chlorophyll is green, and the earth brown, i wonder what it would mean to tell the truth aloud. am i allowed? see through it, clearly like the sea (O I C, Si? yes, silicon like the sand 2). or are you yellow, like the sun & the moon? the proof is you. photos of photons, drowned in an ocean of the earth's tears.    

eartH Heart, (hear her tears within your ears like art)... a supernova, expelled into the interstellar universal medium to be recycled into new star systems... magnets, ironic like magnesium, you're queasy be-cause you haven't yet be-gun to ponder the mystery of pistils. or rats, spelled backwards. &/or if a bull shits in a meadow, it fertilizes in the wake of its shadow? fertile lies spread like fertile truth, yea you can preach both... but where's the proof? stage 1 = fright, angst in anxiety, causing anger...(F)eArS 2nd stage: the grass is greener, when on the other side of the earth it's daylight... but then again, it sure looks good in the moonlight. attractive like the positive to negative. stage 3 is freedom. free your mind & the rest will follow: every thing, yet no thing, matters... a flower blooms in the field, whether you're on a plane or in the sky, overshadowed by a light...or an obstruction obscuring the occult: understand. if a tree falls in the forest, it has nothing and everything, to do with your pride. ovastand, if you wish. in the breeze blowing like pollen, or a kiss... x o x o... contemplate this:

what if all bullets fired backwards?

would you yield?

I, for Iodine (from Ancient Greek meaning "violet"), Element #53, the purple by-product discovered from Saltpeter (gunpowder, when mixed with Carbon (C) and Sulfur (S)) aka KNO3, also used as fertilizer. Saltpeter was actually discovered/produced by burying manure (excrement) in a nitrary field. talk about explosive? U KNO, but not nearly as scary as what we'd do with Uranium (U, element #92), in Adam's atom bomb.

H for Hydrogen, heaven or hell, the most abundant chemical in the universe... one proton, no neutrons. Element #1, making up ~75% of all matter by mass. known largely to us as H2O (O for Oxygen) or water. water makes up about ~70% of our bodies, as well as ~70% of the earth's surface.

Humans breathe O2, exhale CO2... plants breathe CO2, exhale O2.

Fe (Iron #26) + Ar (Argon #18, meaning "lazy" or "inactive" or "unreactive") + S (Sulfur #16 aka "brimstone" or "to burn or smoulder" ...source of the infamous "fire and brimstone" & said to be the smell of hell) = FeArS = 60

(co-incidentally, element #60 Neodymium is combined with Iron (Fe #26) and Boron (B #5) to make some of the strongest magnets known to us (colloquially called NEO or NIB magnets)... so be careful when mixing irony and boredom, you never know what new dynamics you might attract)

what if all bullets fired backwards?

would you yield?

* by blosSsom

(((U2? No Kop Pee Rites, Bee Long 2U)))