Moiety… Word of the day.
A word ... in the way? (Guess i was not paying attention in Chem Class. Safe to say, other forms of Chem. was underway.
Fond memories of reactions to follow.)
Moiety’s the Word of the day: Moiety …an amount of new words my world had not yet known, never known, never known, yet to know and yet to be, yet still more awaiting to be more, to be an a-moiety amongst others, whilst, must like the sore difference between “will” and “shall”, an insult i have kissed recent, a frog forged forgotten. hissing disquieted contempt.
Disclaimer, … if you are still reading this, you have an option to stop now, for most of these will make no sense to you, these are my mental explosions in verbal form, captured in lyrics, prose and cons. if you do read to the end, i would love to hear what you think of it. If you give up, … you shall lack one of the portions unto which I’ve divided.
Reflections need we stand before a greedy green screen… laced with words of works in progress… we ponder Moiety. Black and White… in contrast, in contract, in contact and in contra!!
Often, a Mind Blown upon a noble bent, seldom of once betrayed, upon a wintery sorrow. we seat in grace.
Gazing again across a frozen lake. from a broken conquest, we feast on nuts, and my berries. On one hand, death, and the other breathe.
Strike true, once more, with what words, spoken falsefully. Times indeed has changed and yet the fire burns and continues to bear the true condition of a misty battle upon my brown brow, words, unending, left with words and passing silence. A simple life you palm, but even trees sway in the wind or break in too.
If I am vexed and yet not I, as deep call to deep, let’s find a beacon, much like one who makes a clicking noise by overreaching, so that even the hind shoe hits a fore shoe, forget me not, fore or hind.
Would you cry over spilled ink? or sail across a twice upon a time, upon your imagination. Nonetheless. Please use your imagination, the absence of which equally without excuses.
In heat, multiples of a forge, beating or hammering into shape moiety, we find no counterfeit affection here. of Venus and Adonis, or Tarquin and Lucrece, I am of old and too young to know. Adieu me before it’s due, and i remain your humble servant. Or call me an inhuman wretch,
A star, a soul of the age… enter west and wept softly. Shall i attempt now to be promised. Feeling i was there, with thee, tho apart, ever apart. your simile knows no distance and happily knits all who embraces your warmth.
How could they not vext me and now, i ask how may i not. otherwise, how may they not. so upon a life’s work to know of something and do i know now or perhaps sometimes in the future, now?
The question of ruin and rhyme, reasons that whilst… and again, with nothing more to gain, i give as i am for i have found much ink and lead of late to prescribe my woes, pouring and teeming via a crack which now leaks as a results of a pent up treasure of wit to be found, i consume.
All i have done… and all i have, be voted, devoted, and there depress. how can i love the moon after first having seen Your Son?
Until adew, or adewe to you, adue to me, to God we entrust, in God together, a shortening of a Dieu vous comant, I too in kind wish in heart to depart and wave you on as I commend you to God. Godspeed young one. untile the old and renew the older.
Father, you alone can make all this go away. as i stay along in the ill-erected tower of the late Julius Caesar’s.
Moiety, but but a noun, pronounced. who’s function is to office as a mere noun, inflected forms, of pluralities, purely in additions to other -eties, edoms, doms, domes and -ologies, lilies and -allies.
As defined as one of two equal or approximately equal parts, a HALF is not a whole without the other, exactly in order of domains without subs. One of the parts making up something, hopefully something holy.
How ought we stay true to sure of a monument, a moment and status made not of stone, but of verse. on hearts instead of on stone & lime.
No, not on stones… if i may say so myself, a Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! O wise young judge, how I do honour thee! do not be shy, give me a pounding, for a pound i own now.
To be remembered as long as words are made of breath and breathe of life, till then. Adieu & till the candles melt and the flame becomes dust. Upon a crescent, mistook for a ring, the curtains falls and the music ushers you onward, for since the light still echos, as fires … once hid crackled chuckles. Next of for much to little, without oxy, the muse of fire rightly rings another’s tell.
Ascend now to the heavens of inventions and ideations with me. Would you find more humour in the missing of the skies of rolling clouds, for shame we call out in the night, and yet it maybe duty which beholds and beseeches us unto. for shame, i do know your name, and this heart full of love leaks and needs mercy.
Maybe tomorrow… we can examine superfluous moiety, hahaha, just half joking. See you on the bridge!
The superfluous bridge, in detail, su·per·flu·ous aka so͞oˈpər-fləəs … an adjective, Unnecessary, esp. through being more than enough, synonymous with redundant, unnecessary, needless and odd surpluses.
But enough for now. Thanks for reading!
PS., this was not inspired by Niels Henrik David Bohr, if you thought that, please guess again!
… Worrying Does Not Empty Tomorrow of its troubles … it empties today of its strength.
— Corrie Ten Boom