5.25.2025

Second Attempt at PhiloDelphic Love

Plato’s Apologies:
Dear Dad,
I’m sorry for not being completely Truthful with you. In fact, there were secrets hidden from me, which I did not realise until being told many moons later.
To put it lighty, I am (not) your father, however amniotic fluids do concern me. As they ought to concern anyone.
I dream to go back to simpler times when we reproduced asexually and  could expand our progeny while remaining a part of the bigger picture.
Many trees are being felled, and many organims, bacterial or otherwise have been hijacked by viruses- those intruders who know us not, yet attempt to replicate our Deoxyribose nucleic Acid.
I am a fan of yours, but also your son, sexually so. I understand the torment of being childess when all that we dream of is allowing you to become Grandfather (not a clock, not a time-keeper, but just You, in whatever shape and form you must synthesize to create on behalf of our Race. The human Race (e.g. for the gamers- “Ready Player One”- Spielberg) 
However, for those of US who are not deceived, we march onwards, like Christian Soldiers going up against the ignoble Salaadin, not welcomed by my Grandfathers (Grandpa didn’t make it to their wedding), let alone the True Roots of Athens, wherein tourists come to see the Tree that Owns Itself. We all know who Conceived of A Tree that would Own Itself (and if you haven’t read His books yet, well then, what are you waaaiting for??).
Bringing me back to Espousal relationships- The Just Family, I was compelled to read when I drove to Hartsfield-Jackson to pick her up, my bride, only a fortnight or so before the wedding ceremony. Little known fact is that we were not officially married until we made an appearance in a Oconee County Courtroom (for some procedural issue we were unable to get the job done in Athens). Good thing for us, Oconee county has some of the best schools in the country. Bad news for us is, Racialism and racist attitudes (as a result of the aforementioned Racialism)(tacitly observed) abound in this suburb of Athens that was borne out of Segregationist attitudes and anti-White, anti-White/Black, anti-Chinese, anti-Indian, anti-Hispanic, anti-impoverished sentiment)(‘White Flight’).
What have we learned since that day?
To temper our Passion. To suffer silently. To have remorse. To (who) apologizes, Earnestly.?
To not be exploited and not to exploit!!!!!!!!!!! To always “call a spade a spade” in the ‘words’ of ‘Jay Electronica’ (whomever his shrink is may have something to say on the record, too).
Knowing these truths to be self-evident and factual, we return to my days as an Athenian scholar (though I was not at my best circa 2014-2017-+-(I had much Greater people on my mind))(and their loved ones, too, who were being malnourished, poisoned and starved, sexploited, lied to, threatened, bludgeoned and set on fire, all in the name of tradition blindly followed by vicious humans, guilty of not distinguishing their animal instincts (explained a priori, and pleading not-guilty, in retrospect) from their own responsibility as a rational free agent. For all those involved in the lynching that continued to happen, observed in-person by traumatized individual (who have already heard of such terror, have experienced vicariously, and whom have lived through it themself), we offer asylum, care, comfort, and a Reeducation worthy of any Rectificatory Friend/love bird- For those of us still on the ground, ground level, good luck with making it back to the first floor! For that you may need a mezzanine staircase and a cast-iron rusty lift (though in our family, we do what is necessary to allow access to any rational animal in any condition physically, genetically, emotionally, sexually, and even morally to live a long life, long enough to “Right His Wrongs” and Recite these songs, and to premeditate only Grace, Spacious Space, Flavorful Favors, Incredible Neighbors, 5 burroughs left behind, for a New Land, not a Brave New World in Aldous Huxley’s mind, but rather a world in which we all must, without exception, follow those Universal Declarations of Human Rights, screamed by the mute for time immemorial, known by the dumb since 2001, eaten by the worms and maggots in the hot Australina sun, poured into the Roman roads and Gotham homes...you live the reality you admire, and your end will not come if you die. That is all, that is all, and you’ve done well my friend. We need not Hope for a faithless Hope, unless that faithless hope is confident in its Atheistic Spiritual Friends. We do not steal, we do not kill, we do not covet, we do not encourage still births, we do not lie, we do not feel guilty for Being Just, we do not cower in the dust, we do not scrape away our marks, or carry over our Musk to bottles designed as technology for unscrupulous seducers.
We Help the Poor. We Bless life into the non-living. We work with our hands, we eat with our hands, we show our thumbs-turned up to recognize the evolutionary ancestry which augmented our ability to master nature, to destroy the blind bounds of evolutionary theory, to be the measurers of all things- in the past. All that has come, all that has gone, now I delight in the present-day songs, the whims and fancies of my Negative Nancies and Gloomy Randy’s, uplifting them and bearing the brunt of their occlusion of their own delusions, who seem to be unable to “Handle the truth” or even to recognize the Truth of Truth itself. When I know in my heart Who is the Truist, then I have my metaphorical compass to guide my messages to the Universe with exact precision, specificity and sensitivity to the nth degree. What month am I born, that coud be for you to ponder, what is my favorite car, well- drive on Brother, Who was my favorite image? Myself of course? Beause in this wonderful world I have had the Extreme Gratitude and Privilege of knowing the finest Women known to Man. And I am he, Manas Samuel Winfield (Don’t forget the Lincoln Logs- let’s get to building (objects, not people!).
With ALL MY LOVES In the WORLD working overtime,
A blank check,
to replace my blank stare,
What would you rather have from me?
Love, 
manas
Dedicated to my Family away from Athens. You all know who you are and what you mean to me. Immense pride.


5.21.2025

Edited for Hindi-Urdu Grammar (vyakhran)

Wednesday, May 21 12:33 PM (Completion Time) (New York - Atlanta) Time Zone - Athenian


We walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, like the Native Indians on their trails of Tears, and yet, thru all of these museums, all of these galleries, trying to read, trying to understand, trying to appreciate Art, and yet, my favorite artists Mussalman, Christian, Jew milke ek din yeh cheez pe agree kiye ki Homosexuality Illegal hai aur Diagnostic aur Statistical Manual main bhi likha tha ki yaha paglainiaturist painters of the Mughal courts, the Stone Masons who chiseled away laboriously at the Greek “Artist’s” works, these opuses of ours, the bust of Socrates given to me by Marianna, who Armenian and Soviet lived through some of the worst of Time, and yet, why did my artist not allow me to be her Muse? And-Aur happy years of Depression Must I endure, joyfully, before I can return Home, to that hearth, that chess board, those pieces, that music, that piano, that elephant, that staircase, that bannister, Now adorning the Hips of the West, and the Safety of the East, the Ears of my soul, the Kheer that we Extol, the Rassa Gulla, so Cheekably Pullable, and My Sis, always looking out for me not to prey victim to the Vicious Oscilliations of Mechanical Death, and yet, we Experimented upon <by> the Nazis who live among us, the Soviet Psychiatrists, the Jewish Persuaders of Pontius Pilate, to have the Romans carry out the deed while they feast on their porch and Ed takes a look into MY WIFE, and yet, MY LIFE is still being self-determined, by none other than Conscious Manas, Conscience Manas, Consciencientous manas, for which Compassion has its place, and time, but for whom The Punchout Blow had to be resigned to the Last Resort, for those suppose'd Conquerors of MY India, Nature Study Park, Outram Street, Shakir ke Ghar, AanA? Aur Ananya ki sacrifice, hamari Treasure, woh Bhojpuri, Lollipop, woh Bengali Presidency, jis ki Topper Ka Naam Maine kabhi Bula Nahi, Orpheus, Kyonki Black Orpheus ne Hell ka Kaam katam kardiya Ethiopia mai, aur Athens mai, aur India mai, aur ham Mario aur Luigi Super Nintendo Bhaiy Log, Japan dill se, neeche se uppar, pipes ke bandar, Bandook ke peeche, Goli ke neeche, Ghar ke divaalon me, Jukh jukh jukkh jukh jukh ke, ham kabhi uppar dekha nahi is zindagi me, jab se mere Papa ne Kaha, “Sit up Straight”, jab se mere sensei* ne kaha, “Straighten those knees soldiers” aur jab se Krishna ne Kaha Ladayi Mat Kar, bas, bohut ho gaya! Yeh Yud ko choro, Ham Jew Hoon SabyaSachi, Samuel ka schackles ko le ke, ekhi breath mai, andaaz se pura Gestappo, SS, Brown Shirts (Context Important hai), joh Irami ne Sikhaya khi Martin Luther aur Anne Frank khi umar Ekhi tha, lekin Martin Luther Jiya Aadmi, aur Anne Frank ko un logon ne Mar dhi. Mussalman, Christian, Jew milke ek din yeh cheez pe agree ki: ki Homosexuality Illegal hai aur Diagnostic aur Statistical Manual main bhi likha tha ki yah pagla hai, aur Munmun Bhai ne vohi AIDS andolon ko Shuru kiya jab makkhi jaise log gir rahe the anemia se, tuberculosis se, malaria se, chikunguniya se (kya duniya hai yeh??), pneumonia se, aur dengue se bhi… Meri Dost, khoyo mat mujhe? Main Hoon, na? Aur Aap? Aur…hum?


p.s. 

Written In Defense of My Selfs. I rest my Case.


(edited for vyakrhan and pureness- August 20th, 4:23 PM Georgia Standard Time)

5.16.2025

May 5th Transmission

What happened to Carl? He was looking for Samadhi! Then he was like, "Does anyone know what the Conscience is"? lol. What? You don't know what a conscience is? Conscientious, sure, but amazingly unconscionable! Then he moved to Colorado and started telling me, priorly, "Never feel bad about a good th[a]ng" after changing his last name, from Z to A. ha Ha son of descendent of Mendelsohn. Well we jamming Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, and Big Brahms, in this session, we'll have Rachmaninoff taking off, handing off the ball to Big Meat in the Band Room, Alex Bond coming thru on bass, Soup Coolin' young boy disciplining the band after (or before) Old, Wise African Man came and taught us "Jambo" Swahili word to start the conversation. Now let's listen to it on a radio station. meet me at the station, call me Howrah, call me Sam Franciscan, but you know which Howrah. Steel City, nitty gritty, itty bitty. Tiger woods was striped but Sean Paul wasn't Chanderpaul! "It Was Me"


For the #Navajo Nation, allegedly.


Then his brother was with us at the Callaway Gardens association of the Scholars #We know who she is!


And Austin, man Austin was languishing hard there in the corner, but go easy on the Wall-eyed Lawyer from Alpha Ville circa 2010

We had a lot of dudes down the hall but what happened to Bekzhod? Heard someone called him #Borat

p.s. (I have since spoken to Bekzhod and confirmed that he is, indeed, not Borat and is alive and well, flourishing like someone living through a tough time with dignity and a good heart, a gentle mind)

#YouWatchAfterBraithwaite

#RehanAllahwala

I know the real Braithwaite


He's in Ethiopian Airlines


Call us Markos Pizza Hut 

Kaldi's Coffee Roasting Co.

Starbucks PerĂș


#JorgeLuisBorges

#thewatchedman


#TheFallGuyMovie


#Remember?


Or #Rember (Elision)

(Update: Have finished Ralph Ellison's The Invisible Man)


Aeneas coming back


Virgil on the #Track


#SnowpiercerBehindUs


#BongJunYOUUUUUUSEanAreaCode


#0007

Wait for me?

 Portico Gharana


"For how much longer will those retributive, distributive, vindictive, and malicious bad actors continue to fornicate with the Truth. For, I announce now as I always have tried to tell you, The Truth is not an easy road, nor is it straight and narrow, nor will you get there with blinders on your ears, or scents in your nose, or off-white walls, whitewashed with lead, plumbum, real Maldova Milk Bar like…yes, Thievery is the absolute crime in some places, as is adultery, but we not everywhere in every culture in every place, but certainly we do Forget we not. We forgive, but to do that, first requires absolute Punishment, - not to kill the head of a person, to decapitate Trumpish leaders of state would be far too unrequited of a sentence for him; for he, a sentence far longer, a city of bricks pummeling the vicious Anti-Semite, the vicious Semitic Exceptionalism, the One who stands idle waiting for the chance to Come, the one who jumps the queue and becomes all over the food, too. These are the ones whom we must especially be wary of, because, as One of us has known for a long time, coming, - Cops are Real, Bastards are Real, The Vicious slaughterhouse animals are real, people as leaders are real, Policemen and women are individuals, too, with sympathy and empathy and the things their eyes have seen, but that’s for another day- syndicates and hit men, and bossy sisters, and magicians, mathematicians playing with abstraction in a Real world, musicians adding film to tradition, breaking free of sedition, extolling the virtues of the Missing, rising up from down South to The Santa Fe Mission, completing each challenge without fear of death, fighting the war to End All Wars, finally, with the help of the technology we long ago lost thru deliberate desecrations of the Human Story. With every burnt book, with every burnt record, burnt page, burnt human, burnt woman, child, elder, son, daughter, step-son, step daughter, any type of family condition you may inquire into…there remains to be seen a pyromaniac who in the words of John the Balloo (John William Hargrove[s]), “Some people just want to see the world Burn” with ‘Gleeful Aplomb'. These mafia and military brats consigning us all to the scrap heaps of history are only defeated by Reason, Justice, Knowledge, And the True Faith in the Self-determined Capacity to Overcome all Odds, to not gamble with the one roll of the die you may have, to not jest in the face of Deaths eternally, and certainly never to jest in front of the mirror formerly known as life. Power over glory, combinatrixed by money over wealth, taxation without representation, but representation without Overtness, wakefulness - nay - I say Wakeful-ness, to honor the dead, the dying, the sick, the maligning, the malignancies, and even the child molesters in our midst…but in the words of Jay Electronica: “Always call a spade a spade”, it is what it is, it will be what it will be, and we are right in the middle, filling it up, filling it in, drawing solace from the crumbs of billions of generations of bones hidden beneath the catacombs of the Parisian tourist homes, the stratagem of Monsters whom have not let go of their trauma paths through war zones for 100s and 100s of years, when a study of History on Wikipedia or any other credible free and collaborative source would remember us that we do not hide from the Enforcers, we do not dodge bullets, but only when it is a matter of life and death. And it is very serious right now. Our planet is sick, children are dying, towers are being blown up, people are dying. People are dying. People are dying. In the name of Love, one kills another, one ought to lose one’s ability to love, however, what would that bring but more cruelty to follow, a celebration of celibacy on the other hand would prepare us for new lands, conversation of resources, abstinence from the passions of the Soul, and management by the bros, the ol’ pals, the hot-or-not hoes, the pimps from (H?)Oconee, the slave drivers of the Tearful Trails…I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time, but…We are all responsible. We’ve been responsible our Whole Lives. There are no more bahana yaar. Mansion Bahane yardies hain. However…Some are comparatively worse than others…And, and,.. to Defeat Evil once and for all, we must return to the pitch of that ball that ousted so many’s joy, property, wealth, ingenuity- that affliction that experimented with Life, with all of the ones I know in the Laboratory, the Scientific consensual establishment, providing consent to murder in excess of trillions by now, Animal life, not without a soul, instead of .. . .. learning ways to communify with the ones who here extol. For whom the Bells Toll? I do not know. I do not know. But I toll for me. And as we throw it all away to drift back to our mines…you can see me at the QT eating toequitoes from Vietnamese heros of Mine Time, training mosquitos to be kind, finding and escorting your own for a good time #Usher. I stand upright like the statue of my Dream, My Best friends, exploited by the media while the media is what we have made after the elders did what they did with us, before we were 3 feet tall, the length of a pillow on a Queen-Sized mattress. #Constructivist #Legendary #Lyrical #Quizzical #and with that folks, #WeCutTheirLyricalUmbellicals,their capacity for miracles, their agency for terrible, horrible, messianic bullshit and esoteric frizzle hair, shallow Hal 9000 = I am just a messenger. Ask Him yourself.” Or better yet, ask Your Self, … whoever you Are? And who has all the Chips? They are for eating after all!


Dearest Ra,


What can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be clichĂ©? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's. 


My woman warrior

well-mannered or wicked,

depending on your audience,

whether respectable or dickheads.


The latter is attracted to you

it seems, on your crusade,

to give voice to the just and logical,

in your own way, unafraid. 


On twitter and facebook

and even wordpress,

your erudite speeches flow out

as if only caressed


Responsible and caring,

helping all your friends and family,

always listening to your boyfriend,

whether on guitar or just rambling.


Staying up all night to talk,

(or is it for the memes?)

Answering my calls early mornings,

to tell me about your dreams


These distances that divide us,

Are physical and real,

but these moments that unite us,

still lay naked how we feel.


When a camera is as close

to kissing you as I'll get,

I better get a haircut soon,

I better look my best.


But I know our love is beyond

mere appearances.

Greater than 8,000 miles

Including past and future tenses.


Whatever lies before us

is bound to exceed the past.

I hope you'll always love me.

I hope you'll be my last.


Ra, Ra, Ra

You've been too good to me,

my woman warrior,

for all the world to see. 


Love, 

manas

5.14.2025

5/2/23

 

be careful/wary of gifts
bc nothing is for free



Before people had to watch the pain that they inflicted on others. Now we are all interconnected, across the globe, and we don't have to see what we destroy.

Please show me the pictures
worth 1000 words
of our lashed-back slaves, kept
on other sides of the world?
The "progress" of our modern age:
well now... we have modern slaves.
That are of the people, by the people, for the people.
Bc Democracy is you and me,
And we will never emancipate
What we do not see.

democracy's you, democracy's me,

and I can taste my progress


Bc Now in the modern age
we have modern slaves



emancipate


is there a way to smuggle them to freedom?
 



I am my country,


So will I get to see?

the lashes on the backs of our slaves,
Will I get to see?




America is you and me,

But we've made advancements
in the modern age,
we have modern slaves


Beware of Bribes 2013-2025

 

be careful/wary of gifts
bc nothing is for free



Before people had to watch the pain that they inflicted on others. Now we are all interconnected, across the globe, and we don't have to see what we destroy.

Please show me the pictures
worth 1000 words
of our lashed-back slaves, kept
on other sides of the world?
The "progress" of our modern age:
well now... we have modern slaves.
That are of the people, by the people, for the people.
Bc Democracy is you and me,
And we will never emancipate
What we do not see.

democracy's you, democracy's me,

and I can taste my progress


Bc Now in the modern age
we have modern slaves



emancipate


is there a way to smuggle them to freedom?
 



I am my country,


So will I get to see?

the lashes on the backs of our slaves,
Will I get to see?




America is you and me,

But we've made advancements
in the modern age,
we have modern slaves


5.12.2025

Greetings Ten 0

Beef Street - A Lipogram

Meet me here: beef street

Never see me sleep free

Where Tweet fleets serve beef stew

Where men send letters effervescent

Where geeks erect self-respect

When feet, replete,

Deeds ended,

When sweetness depleted,

Peter's gentleness,

Decent Clemence,

Kellee's genteel feel,

Repressed.

Never remembered here:

Beef street.

Me, we

Reverse

Thee, them-

The herd exerts

Next-

Them, themselves

Send me hell embers

Feed me self-greed

Let me secede the terms… feel me

feel meek, spent, lessened

They fed me beef stew

Extreme

Where? Beef street


5.08.2025

To be telemachelongated

 Epithets, Couplets, Sher, and Shayri


What I thought I had was never mine,

What I thought was gold was never mined


Realists see the world, pessimists can feel it

Idealists see it, feel it, change it, 

and that’s why they’re the realest


I’ve got a gold mine

I’ve got a bold mind


(Rewrite (Tuesday, Sept 17, 2024, 1:12 pm )?

I’ve got a bold mine,

I’ve got a gold mind


Be careful what you read

What you read become what you bleed


Words like buzzards, circling overhead

Pick apart the dream itself with everything that’s said


Talk in jokes if they can’t see the egg for its yoke (circa 2010-2015)

If you tread lightly, have them bespoke (Sep 17 2024 5:27 pm 2024)


Dragon hold its breath so long

Only knows breathe fire


Too much hope leaves you dragged across the globe

Not enough hope leaves you hanging from a rope


Prisoner of conscience

Fugitive of con science


The philosopher's stone is just a stone,

An elephant carved from camel bone


Who would Plato be if not for Socrates?

And who would Socrates be if not for Plato?


Koy bhi bhasha mai apna man ki baaton bata do duniya ko

Ek ke baad ek mehnat se Ek banao shuniya ko


Chalte chalte gully cricket ya maidan se captain ban

Aur bulo mat baag bageecha, kabhi bulo mat van


The universal, “It doesn’t matter!”

The response, “Ah, but the whole world is at stake”

The rebuttal, “Only your life is the world”

“Only the whole world is your life”