Iconoclasm...by Artie & Stu
Iconoclasm
Iconoclasm...by Artie & Stu
So no one told me ….by Mich
So No One Told Me
so no one told me it would feel this way
unexplainable in so many beautiful ways
my mind is trying to make sense how this is
my heart is celebrating “it’s wonderful” it says
so no one told me it’s magical beyond magic
unknowable, impossible even through logic
my senses are feasting over delightful sight
of you beside me as i see the first ray of sunlight
so no one told me how it would feel this way
just you beside me is breathtaking i swear i say
i could trade anything in the world for you
to be where you are anywhere my boo
so no one told me it would feel this way
but thanks to you i knew it now anyway
The words to lead your piece for this week are
• unknowable
• unexplainable

The abundance of books,
Judges me as I look,
For the next book to read,
As if the choices are none,
They laugh as I twist and turn,
Kept aside on the shelf,
They yell to be picked up,
For it’s been too long,
That they’ve been kept in lock-up,
“Why are you standing there like a fool?”
“Just pick me up, I’m the best option to choose!”
They say, I assume,
As I struggle,
To select just one book,
It feels like a closet story,
Too many books exist,
But none is there to read,
The number keeps increasing,
And the confusion, unceasing,
Try as much as I can,
This cycle will never end,
But that’s the beauty in it,
An everlasting game of tricks,
To not know what to read,
Yet add new ones in your,
TO BE READ!
Written for mythsofthemirror.com challenge: Write a story or a…
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Disclosure …. by Susi Bocks
thoughts left aside
words deliverable
yet unspoken
become
all that
which is unknowable
connection remaining unattainable
when understanding remains hazy
in my purview
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #215 – Unknowable & Unexplainable &
Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Hazy
I can’t understand because it don’t make sense …. by Jim Adams
I think of unknowable as being beyond the limits of human understanding. Humans are curious creatures, and this curiosity drives us to search for explanations. We feel that if we are able to understand things, that these explanations will give us some control over our lives. Sometimes we invent things, so we can comprehend what is going on. Take the Big Bang, which supposedly created our universe, and we theorize that this happened 13.8 billion years ago, when everything in existence is thought to have occupied a single infinitely dense point, or singularity. At the moment of the Big Bang the density of the universe was so high that no information could escape from it. Under these conditions all the laws of physics break down and therefore only a hypothesis of what happened is possible, as there is no physical evidence. Scientists can use Math to explain what happened immediately…
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Enigma ….by Sadje

The words to lead your piece for this week are
???????????
Knowledge is the driving force of my mind
I need to know the logic behind all that I believe
Even my faith has to satisfy my thirst for knowing
What then is unknowable or unexplainable in my world?
Like the zen philosophers, I wouldn’t want to know
What serves no purpose in this world or the hereafter
What I cannot comprehend because it is too big an idea
To fit into the confines of my tiny brain, remains unexplained
Is this a paradox, a contradiction that I proclaim?
I call it a practical and pragmatic approach to learning
I know what I need or want to know and strive for it
But what is hidden from my eyes and mind, remains
An enigma, tantalizing and exciting, always in the distance

Written for RXC # 215…
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…the dress hugged her body like a child to mother’s bosom, comforting every curve…
hair and makeup skillfully applied, grand masterpiece of illusion…
…emotion stood, enticing in streetlight halo, shroud draped and steadfast…
weeks of wear, broken blockade signals fear, knight in shining armor…
…deliverance offered, rescue shines, blinding blue…
secure in silent suffering… grand masterpiece of illusion
“Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.” Jim Harrison At night my terrors are watered by my tearsevery passing second diminishing meI know not what the dawn will bringthe fire that fed on the familiar woodis now all but a mere shadowalong the bare willow boughs, wind sighs softlyam pared […]Lunar … Continue reading Lunar decline — paeansunpluggedblog
By Tim Boiteau He dreamed of erosion—everything smoothed out beneath roaring, gritty winds. The dreams plagued him during the daytime. Pictured his office and coworkers obscured in a dun-colored haze, sanded down in sped-up motion. Walls and clothing unraveling. Desks, computers frail and crumpling. His therapist arranged to meet for a session in the dunes: […]Dream … Continue reading Dream Erosion —
ICONACLASM –
the breaking of established rules,
or destruction of accepted beliefs

It is a common conception that a man can love many women,
And a woman like me, should only love one man…
But is it my fault that they all love me,
And that I love them…
One, whose embrace thrusts me into realms of unbridled ecstasy
Whose slightest touch ripples through my body –
butterflies that send my heart racing
And tingles of desire that arouse my deepest primal lust
A second, whose words lubricate my mind
Such that it churns with ideas and imagination
Such that each thought is an epiphany
And each rumination improves me.
For my world can never be dull with him.
And then there’s a third
We hardly speak, but for lone sequestered words
Words weighted with such consummacy that I become addicted.
We barely touch, but for a graze…
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