full moon day
done the american way
flags crack like bones in a breeze
something hit the moon on the fourth of July
not a rocket, not a dream—just a quiet goodbye
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full moon day
done the american way
flags crack like bones in a breeze
something hit the moon on the fourth of July
not a rocket, not a dream—just a quiet goodbye
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there comes a time in your life when simply trying to write about feelings just doesn't cut it anymore.
an assessment is needed so I'll first try to find out what
I still possess
after everything's been burned to ash
"state your goals and execute."
My personality dictates working the hands slowly to build dreams
at least that's how it was until now.
It's life like
waking up to the sky
drum pounding
to the fierce
flames of desire
unlike being committed
and told there is no escape.
that everything's lost because
of the facts they all live by
"you need to " stop looking at non rhyme as a fragmentation,
cliff hanger,
or falling petals set in the context of a conversation about time's inaccuracies.
We are a delicate spine snapped in two
A grace lost falling head first and a
Juliet who sees our death as temporary
I look up to you
not only when the wind picks you up
.
hyper exhilarating forms
stand patient
frozen partial plain
resembling a friend's body
cold wave pulse
the weight of sleep in
kissed broken installments
settling the migrant birds
winter: un angelic industrial
you can feel your face but it can't feel you.
hyper resonant man
.
In the arena of broken things
filled with emptiness and
disappointment lies helplessness
realized away gradually
like dust sweeping into receding waters
in silence
in shadows
the private something you've never known
in between all the layers
folded into a reflection
just stares and wonders
about nothing and everything
;
read as far as i can
sweet slightly ironic
steady decay
I stead fast
proper not teary eyed
limbs parallel
I thought I'd let you know.
.
morning rush intersecting with morning sun
white not gold
holy ghost
solar wind
blaring in
landscaped shadows in small clusters behind them
and jiggling mannequins a waiting van steel doors widened slightly
.
flowering nature
With beauty unsaid
hiding in shadows
then happiness replaced
again, to be sought
then in dreams slowly measured
to explain What I
feel
like all stories, it ends
.
Lover, faith or death
To the sea or other lake - like liquid bodies
feelings migrating from a series of curves
reaching into the beyond
pointing electrically
toward her
you, having been left with
nothing else.
Adrift
The case for a re-boot to start all over
Part 7
wanting to change vs. not wanting to change.
.
Bing Copilot: Of course! Here’s a Shakespearean-style rendition of the verse for your meal:
Upon the morrow's light, the roots do take their stage,
In the chamber's warmth, they meet — a healthful rage.
Carrots, orange as the dawn, and celery, green as thyme,
Tossed with turmeric's golden dust, a culinary rhyme.
Olive's oil, in misty form, doth lightly coat each piece,
A bard's touch to flavors bold, a feast to never cease.
So let this humble meal, in microwave's gentle care,
Become a dish of kings, a fare beyond compare.
For in each bite, a sonnet lies, a tale of health restored,
A merry dance of nutrients, by hungry souls adored.
So eat, and let thy body thank thee for the grace,
Of nature's bounty, richly served, in this, thy quiet place.
Enjoy your Shakespearean-inspired meal! 😊🎭🍽️
They were about that this is
carried on in quiet theory
like wet leaves reflecting awareness
brush strokes here and there
a conversation about ceiling clouds
taken down and turned around
a knot swollen in sadness
contemplation and realization
a sign of recovery
..
According to our most accurate model using
Schema Networks Aip 7.2
the first human made instrument sound
was played on a
thick branch hollowed by termites
The first human note ever produced
was, according to the latest reconstruction
( 4.340 xs) , at 434 Hz for a duration
of 7.2 seconds.
So, it seems i was right...again.
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