A quarter to four
the morning's born
and my mind decides
it's time to explore
wonder why
and what the fuck for
I keep up with chores work and stress
just to stay indoors
More #unmoored
than ever before
I misquote The Raven
and caw furthermore
as light still shines
through cracks in the floor
#vss365
I want to write bad poetry
So that I write some poetry.
Any poetry is better than nothing.
Because nothing
is all the world asks of me.
Of any of us.
We can just sit and eat
and drink and work
and sleep,
kindly creating nothing our whole while.
Or we can write bad poetry.
Maybe even
some good.
Why do we hide
behind mountains
as mountains ourselves.
We are farther away
so we appear smaller
and can be covered
by the towers of today.
But they themselves
will be molehills
in the rearview.
Like we all
will be ash
in the urns.
Deliver yourself,
for there is
no postman.
#vss365 #delivery
Social media rule:
Spread, like, and comment the good. IGNORE the bad.
It's hard to do, but algorithms are blind to anything but engagement. Your comment isn't read, it just fuels the fire.
Moreover, bad actors (and bots) know this, and post inflammatory content to cash in.
#politics #usa #news
Have you ever spooked yourself
by thinking thoughts
you'd never think?
Where in your depths does one
find those thoughts
caked in mud
like long buried secrets
to bring them into your light
proud
like a cat gifting you a dead bird.
How can we both
think
and hate to think
at once?
#vss365 #spooked
If we dare to peek behind our eyes
and take a torch into our dreams
we'll find moss in the neon cracks
and whispered love in alley screams.
As atrophied and final stands
are as a rule not far behind
the cramped death of the penless hand
and mustered gasp of clueless mind.
#vss365 #clueless #poetry
Loved it, really interesting article.
I am surprised though that the article doesn't explore the idea that a brain is entangled as an evolutionary advantage – that even if a part of it is damaged there are redundancies that ensure major faculties aren't lost.
A ball of plasma
93 million miles away
fires light as
a simple abstraction
of a complex and unintended process
But for us
light makes the world
erupt with color and purpose
like how
several small strings
methodically plucked
tickle the tympanic membrane
and vibrate a symphony.
#vss365 #abstraction
We cannot externalize
and standardize
how to be a human.
Laws live longer
standing still
as we grow.
In hurt.
In sharp turns.
In sad, slow walks.
In sudden bursts.
You know Jim Crow
paid his taxes
like a bastard.
Burn at the mistake
lest we get lost
living new lives
by old laws.
#vss365 #law
A broken radiator
bubbling and sputtering.
A loose valve
screaming a high pitch whistle
like a long-forgotten teapot.
Is being in the wrong place
at the wrong time
his fault?
Short term,
stories might be kind
but chapters
and empires
end,
and time is mostly
indifferent history.
#vss365 #history
I have often sat and stared
and wondered where
on the path to becoming
rich and famous
you lose your soul.
Imagine children
barely breathing
always loving
but becoming
these well known
heartless adults.
Could there be a tipping point
when your pile grows enough
to eclipse you?
#vss365 #famous
Mother Night
so well designed
tending to us with her
dark domestics
tucking us into ourselves
while the day
chariots fire away
until the dew drops have sprouted
the windows have frosted
the hens have started stirring
and the rumble of another day's race
shakes the horizon awake.
#vss365 #poetry
If you are looking at a landscape
as the sun casts
a hallelujah ray through the clouds
and the choir can
almost be heard on the wind
so you wait
with bated breath
for a big booming voice
to finally speak up.
Stay a bit longer and
those moments morph
seamlessly into
real appreciation.
#vss365 #ray
Even the most #libertine among us,
The freethinkers,
The mavericks,
Those who stand atop the surface of self-service,
Those who stake claim over their own domain,
The rulers of their own thoughts,
The makers of their own way,
Even they.
Every one of us.
Came up together.
Are here together.
#vss365
Does it bother when posts
are bigger than you?
Is it frustrating that your escape
has you chased by bad news?
Delicately balancing respite from shock,
with our obligation to sit up and take #stock.
Yet we scroll a bit faster,
to avoid the disaster.
Now that Poster is gone now.
Who's next?
#vss365
If you seek to put reins on your thoughts
they will flee like prisoners who awoke
to broken shackles and an unlatched cage.
And while you insist they come forward forthwith,
they will escape out the back.
For the expected thought will never come
and the unwatched thought is free.
#vss365 #rein
You have every right
to be exhausted
To comprehend
is to be drained
Processing it all
runs on your life force
You're living a life of knowing
more than you were meant to
Instead of tribe drama
You're seeing the world stage
and the story is
complicated
convoluted
and exhausting
#vss365 #exhausted
I don't believe you can truly say
that you're an adult
until you've sat and watched
an old dog dream
laying on the floor
but being somewhere else
no longer sentient of their age
and you see them twitch as they
run like they used to
and it brings a smile and a tear
in tandem.
#VSS365 #sentient
I see the past
when you became
the root of my new days
I see the now
the here the you
the moments to embrace
And I see the future too
the wrinkles as they find your face
But I see the branching of a tree
become the pruning of a limb
I #seethe at what will not be
at the future light gone dim
#vss365
I've locked myself out
of the house in the cold
just as twilight lays root
and the train whistles call
with #abject and abrasive tones
louder than they should,
stronger than the bells of yesteryear.
I can't help but remind myself that
the rooms in which you're wanted
are always the warmest.
#vss365
Sit there
move slowly
to wait
stop and go
go and stop
watch them swap
in a desperate attempt
to go a bit faster
hoping the switch
will end this disaster
forget getting to the next
instead I will give up and get
my feet on the ground
and not just hit the pavement
but #pummel it.
#vss365 #poetry
So much in so few words – lovely.
A hole in a tree
can be many things
over the years.
A woodpecker's nest,
and wood beetle's next,
then a pixie dream home
for a family of squirrels.
And eventually,
as the hole expands
and the wood rots from within
as we all do with age
an owl might come
to call it home.
#vss365 #poetry #pixie
Her wings stay outstretched
though the wind has died down.
The window remains open
for a night on the town.
Three seventeen.
Four and a quarter.
Five thirty-five.
And the sunrise draws closer.
A worn tilted photo
glass sparkles the floor
winds in her raven hair
forevermore.
#vss365 #poetry #wings
If you look up at the night sky
for enough time
that you notice the stars
tick through the sky
and where they are
becomes where they were
even though they are still
where they were
your head will catch fire
your mind will go #mystical
and the world will keep on spinning
just like your head.
#vss365
They scowl just like I do
pound their fists on the table
they huff and they puff and
stomp walk, unstable
putting more thought into clomps of the foot
than the step, so you bet
that they look like a grumpy old fool
just like I do.
And you can't help but smile
at a grumpy old fool.
#vss365 #grumpy
Doesn't the sky bring the blue to my eyes,
the green of the leaf bring the life?
Why is the red of the open sign closed off,
the orange of fresh fruit flesh dead?
If I am the source of the color in rainbows
what do I do on hot muggy mornings
when they look cold and drab.
#vss365 #poetry #rainbow
I swear that laughter is
the most
and least
human thing.
To be laughing
really laughing
is to feel something so much
that you are no longer there.
When we get to wherever we're going
I'm sure that we will find
the only reason we were here at all
was to get lost
in laughter.
#vss365 #poetry #laugh
Thank you for saying so, it's much appreciated.
I only slightly remember
my secret spot.
Submerged in the bushes
sight unseen
just little old me
with some scattered toys in the dirt
and the spiders all around
spinning webs while I spun tales.
I wasn't afraid of them
or even really aware
so we lived happily
as neighbors.
#vss365 #poetry #spiders
