All night and day I thought and felt And yet the time it comes to write It's the middle of the night. And i get angry because There's nothing else accessible Because I haven't made the time I haven't created the space I haven't done it god DAMN it And so quietly And with a … Continue reading Poor poor poor me
Whether pen or pixel, have it close The muse moves swiftly as a ghost Unencumbered by thought or meaning Or time or place or convenient leaning The muse won't wait, she's an impulsive girl She saunters in and lights the world And I'll scramble like a love struck boy All elbows and jostle, to record … Continue reading The Muse
Heads whip, there's so much to take in. Eyes wide, I cannot miss anything. Plains and caves and oceans and secret paths and hidden clearings in deep woods. Fully carved water routes through fields, invisible, impossible with cliffs for ants and Mississippi like for the waterbug. Monuments and islands carved by people and time, both … Continue reading The Greatest of all, The Journey
At every turn I have failed to realize there is a turn, there is a street to be on, a turn to make. I have assumed the structure is for me.
Becoming aware of myself Is much harder than I thought. The layer that recognizes the layer That recognizes the layer... I am the recognizer And the recognized. But mostly, and this is real progress, I'm like space.
I want to slide down Back Normal Ain't nothing changed. Sometimes... Like now, This is the only thing that prevents me from doing that. Sometimes... Like now, This is like a fucking steel spike driven into a rock face. I clipped on.
I am offended by the train Making me wait. I am offended by the rain Wetting my state. I am offended by the prices Making me spend. I am offended by vices Making me bend. I'm offended by pixels I'm offended by meaning I'm offended by words That are left and right leaning. I'm offended … Continue reading Offended
Am I ready For "Trump" And "Bannon" and "The Alt Right"? Am I ready for the hate they inspire? The problem is not them. The problem is the hate. And I don't think I'm ready. The strength you need to take in hate and convert it to love is beyond me. I would much rather … Continue reading Dipping a Toe: It’s Messy
My ideas, again, flown Like birds on a wire. They sit for a moment Usually until I disturb them with a look And then, alas...they alight One great cloud of inseparable beauty That I can never touch or examine But only relish that I was there for the alighting And disappearance. And that I am … Continue reading Birds on a Wire
I don't believe in anything Except the confusion, And, sometimes...perception. Ranting at or because of Facebook is like...I can't even say. But it has been said. And I hope I can quietly change And learn to better live... But I hate going to sleep, when there are pixels left to eat, when there are pixels … Continue reading Stopping by the Internet on a Snowy Night.
The mind is a terrible thing To waste. I had a preconceived notion Then I gave birth To the notion that most of my notions Are ill conceived or, at least, Conceived from ill. There is really only one deepest pain For me. -All the rest are more like PR pain- That's the pain when … Continue reading The Worst Pain
A mother coddled her son. She asked, at every turn, "What would you like" "Oatmeal or eggs, fruit or toast" Both? "And how would you like it", she asked. She attended to him. "Let me help you with your socks." "Let me help you with your clothes." "Let me help you be less frustrated." "Let … Continue reading It Is So Much Bigger