Thursday, July 11, 2019

Is Behavior Our Root Concern? / Is Behavior Our Passion?


…behavior is monstrous, or quite casual, or one becomes a tad bit too attuned: those dangerous vibes, this dangerous island, those fires and planks and battleships: a tad bit psychopathic, related more to temperament than violence, or a tad bit sociopathic—inclined towards theatrics, or a normal angst-web responding according to normal feelings: something well-balanced, such equilibrium, such out and out honesty: but most are passive-aggressive, where stages become blurred, and rites are enacted: notwithstanding, our behaviors indentify us, and something seemingly unimportant may tarnish our reputation: but to something subtle, quite indicative, where internal operations are coaxed into serf-like behaviors: our feudal government, those aggrandizing suggestions, while autonomy slips into oblivion: this space by confusion, those walls rising with contempt, while, and quite controversially, the lack, thereof, may condition a relationship to boredom: indeed, a slight suggestion, where two are battling, where, therein, they each need this battle: our wills come into functionality, our soulprints become musical paws, while we feel indebted to one changing for us: but this is minor, but this, too, is cultic, while our oasis is riddled with diamonds: however, we sense something cryptic, we acknowledge an internal shifting, while some are, and were, quite absent at their inauguration: a more deliberate manipulation, where one becomes serfdom, quite willingly, and quite affectionately….

…such a dance, or such blurry time, while, and definitely, I could speak to cultic leaders: but something presses me, this line I heard, this wealth in clarity: as one listening, a bit vocal those days, while looking into eyes: a slight nudge, while feeling a particular thought, where reality wasn’t aligned with words: but we never know, as some have asserted, while in actuality, a glimmer is a greater atmosphere: for one at features, I demand a bit more, as spoken clearly, at inner negotiations—I seek more evidence: nevertheless, I can’t dismiss behavior, in this pond of humans, where fumbling, or brief mental examination, while speaking, becomes our focal points (it varies): those tiers of mayflowers, this welt in communication, where one grows intrusive: those minute breaks, where cords unravel, while one is groping with particles: an interior detective, a mental lawyer, where intuition plays Judge: so abandoned to one sentence, so delicate an embrace, while behaving corrigibly: reminiscent of movies, searching, but politely, while noting inconsistencies: others notice, but behavior is naïve, for it continues its course of action: nevertheless, we dismiss infraction, while moving forward, speaking to adverse behavior….

…certain types of trauma, or certain behavioral patterns, indicative of drug usage: quite angry with life, quite beautiful souls, while one is afloat: (I wrestle with wine; Love explains particular traits; I listen, refrain, possibly abstain, or attempt to practice moderation): this thin line, this aloof man, quite reminiscent of indicative traits: where some are boisterous, or impulsive, or lively while afloat: intriguing conversationalists, socially manipulative, and tremendous cooks: while afloat, such kindness, a bit inquisitive, or suddenly, an isolated soul: darker clouds, fried chicken, plus, a duel for death discussion: an arguing soul, while mutuality is ghostly, (such holding back), or thrown into a particular dungeon: such violent language, while we now practice (high) normality, or lost in a grandiose self-image: but I must confess, some are tensely aware, plus, academic monsoons, where behavior is modified: such a lively person, so strict with behavior, but loose and fluid and a pleasure to encounter: it becomes recreational research, or an inducement for spirituality, while we agree—it poses a danger: but soon dismissed, nay, or embraced, nay, while many have experimented: some are lost, while communication becomes a trigger, where extreme irritability slips from it reign: nevertheless, we speak to behavior, with a solemn inquiry: if one is well behaved, doesn’t this offset the stigma of substance usage…?

I sound empathetic, as one riddled with histories, where many have attained enlightenment: I’ve seen utter destruction; I notice certain behaviors; I become analytical and withdrawn: indeed, a straight statement, while I enjoy speaking to balanced souls: a little paradox, a slight misread, or a person understanding for one is prone to wines: herein, it becomes apparent, without pointing that rod, without slamming that gavel: this space in behavior, this societal ruler, while giving mother a breather!

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