The Lambent

  • The Dandelion

    The Dandelion

    Why do you hate the dandelion? Do you despise also the wishes of the children?

  • Between

    Between

    I see you – Between the yellow reflectors spaced so precisely along the guardrail. A twinkle in the darkness of night presented through that harsh but speedy separation.

  • No Kings Philly – Thoughts, Photos

    No Kings Philly – Thoughts, Photos

    After No Kings I made my way over to Monster Vegan (place is incredible, you should stop there sometime if you’re in Philly). On my route I saw a lady calmly striding across the sidewalk, she maintained a zen-like grace which the rest of us lacked. She stopped in front of me as I quickly…

  • I Find You

    I Find You

    I find you –In such certainty about the world, a concerning surety. Us disconcerting creatures find ignorance as our confidence, it’s a truly mystifying display. Telling lies as truths, because they’re truths if infinite assumption is granted. As if I can judge, I’m probably doing the same, who’s to tell? I won’t listen anyway. But…

  • Pathetic

    Pathetic

    Another apologetics book.

  • Fallout in Regards to Our Moon

    Fallout in Regards to Our Moon

    They find themselves in the fallout of humanity’s indoctrination – greedful ambition.

  • The red

    The red

    Seeing The red through the lens of ‘and blue.’ Finding those truths to be lies Make new foundations eschew. Single same whites via red of their eyes.

  • The Unforgivable Sin: Inaction Amidst the Cosmic Horrors

    The Unforgivable Sin: Inaction Amidst the Cosmic Horrors

    The period of my adult life I lived as a Christian is a portion I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fully forgive myself for. Not because I believed in something I now see as false or that I’m ashamed for taking so long to seriously evaluate my worldview. Cognitive dissonance combined with…

  • Those Statues

    Those Statues

    Lingering, though we no longer gaze upon them with reverence. They lumber now, as cruel imaginations arising from our past. Always finding in them the chemical of bile, foaming up through their mouth or their fingernails or their eyes. I feel that same texture trailing gravity down my skin, just another shade.

  • To Provoke Your State

    To Provoke Your State

    The orator no longer need stand, huddled by masses for declaration. The author, free from the printing press’s oppression. The artist, no longer bound by the material limitations of space. How incredibly horrifying / wondrous!