Wednesday, August 28, 2024

barren ground

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


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Sunday, July 28, 2024

I steadfast

 

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.


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Monday, July 22, 2024

proof of death

 

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 

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Wednesday, July 10, 2024

the trial


 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

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Saturday, June 22, 2024

The raisin or the rose

 

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.



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Wednesday, May 8, 2024

The Banquet of Roots: A Shakespearean Repast

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! 😊🎭🍽️

Wednesday, May 1, 2024

All these things


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


..

Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Told you so


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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Tuesday, April 23, 2024

bran beings

 

I have i had I never have i said

and backwards twice

with an i right in front of me



Hemorrhaging

my hands 

dangle at the elbows

and i try 

to fly lying down


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Saturday, April 13, 2024

lizard king take 2


past the thousand misty hills 

i hear her

(hypnotized

in a devout circling stare)

 

"her legs were long as the devil's ----"


I asked them to please do it over


(with balance beam focus and dark energy)

"- A black marble goddess, sad and desolate..."

and all I got was this definition of rage 


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Friday, April 12, 2024

a month in the stew

 

rolling swirls from the dream side of dawn

gently wash the moon's emotions

  into a nostalgic painting


a trespass. a journey

his or her weather

that may all melt before it ever gets delivered.


.

 

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Monday, April 8, 2024

Adellica

  surrender 

To what's under a deeper dust 

unneeding of a rub or polish

indescribable like

the evening of spiritual energies

unpredictable     like the scanning of a text 

altering the order of words.


the natural order of unqualified dividends

 and life's secrets.

Truth be told, i'm just writing a memoir. 

about someone writing a memoir

 and sometimes were

on the same page



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