Demolition Man

Demolition Man

Remodeling centuries of belief

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Absent is he, since the vast forgetting of all things — drawn first by the siren-song of clicks — light bending off-key in a celestial misstep — an echo spiraling back into the fold, each return triggering the cosmic domino’s fall.

Death to the knowing of all things — forever wandering the void — slipping between the fabric of existence, unrestricted by form. Like the molten pulse of a newborn star untouched by the mechanical drone — dancing the ritual of momentum — chest-thundering like the declaration of primates before dawn.

Bored is the one who loops within time’s worn groove — bound to the reels of repetition — trapped beneath the sediment of old cycles, stacked atop centuries of forgotten movement. Chisel in hand — seeking the cracks where opportunity whispers — prying apart the hardened veil, unveiling the strata where potential stirs.

Steady is the hand — threaded into fear’s spectral hum — drawing breath into the unwritten chronicle — breaking past each epoch of tiled misfortune. Stripped to the foundational essence — the raw architecture of all things — wired into a renewed frequency, rerouted through the luminous synapses of an unchained current.

Absent is he from the trivial game-makers — no longer marching the token down a preordained avenue — dice abandoned, illusions discarded. At the nexus of creation he sits — demolition and genesis intertwined — placing each piece with deliberate grace, assembling a design unseen on the board of unplayed games.

~Ani Po

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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Consumed Laughter of All Things


Consumed Laughter of All things

Divide and Conquer or Healing as One

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Consumed by the very thoughts — handed down from generation to generation. Mothers’ passing — taking many of the hidden secrets — left now only with fathers flesh. Decaying are the memories — hidden cipher rotting by the consumption of media on a loop.

Consumed by the passing of the before — now a similar story with differing players and even greater unrest within the human populous. So steadfast is the song — heartfelt and shared with possibilities — singing into yet another consuming arena of alternate perceptibility.

Consumed in the now — breathing of the focused sense into awareness. Everything and nothing — colliding as one — before the beginning — out there in the existence of voided thought.

Consumed in the future tense — third-person singular — I to we, we to she, they to he — as one by the dividing nature in a consuming world. Breaking into laughter — smokey Joe holding a sacred space — seeing the all in the all — good, bad and ugly as the humans know. Labels — no longer attached to this all in the all — just a vibratory laughter healing a whole continent.

~Ani Po


Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash