Best Mindless Poems
My desk is all of a shamble
My garden is full of bramble
Does this show me to be
High in ability
Or just a bad example
So, if I tidy up the mess
Would my intelligence be less
Would I be a social turd
Misunderstanding each word
Just like a politician ... yes?
Einsteins Quote :
If a cluttered desk, signs a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
Penned 17 April 2015
water wanders slipping
over and down rocks aimlessly
finding its way home
Omicron
He has arrived
to eat the ignorant
a few cells mutate
more intelligence
than the masses
who murder their neighbors
since when have truck drivers
become virologists?
#racism #love
Mindless judgement
I wonder when racism is going to end.
I hear loud screams and cries.
As if a… lightning beam hit individuals.
who seem to be walking without a worry in the world.
with smiles on their faces and with a single blink.
Every two seconds lives are ending.
“BRATATA” the shotgun goes off.
someone else has been shot down by the ones
who are supposed to protect us.
Badges on their chest to shield themselves.
It has nothing to do with just us but to crush us.
I see people doing nothing but stare at the scene
their hands weigh in their pockets heavy with guilt and sorrow.
The bleeding never stops, The greed has controlled us.
How can Minds be so narrow? Instead of finding the actual criminal hustling Xanax and ecstasy.
they find the most innocent out of the bunch and munch them till they crunch.
Once they’re through they have no remorse, the police force lead to someone's demise
I worry about this continuing will there be a difference in the nation's population?
In the back of our heads the word MIGRATION
It will be just like a vacation.
that will never end.
Donald trump will be happy with the idea right? He enters the room to a standing ovation.
In his eyes The U.S will become “great” and bright but instead he is just instilling us with fright. He carries nothing but baggage.
As the count decreases so will our intelligence.
What did Malcolm x and Martin Luther king jr. die for?
It pains me to see the people of my color going extinct.
I worry. Am I next?
Am I not safe anymore?
As my blood pores on this paper, I feel like I’m climbing a non stop mountain.
sweat drips.
1, 2, 3
I can’t breathe.
I hope to god one day this beautiful earth will be filled with all the colors ever created.
I want to see kids playing, waving. It would be amazing.
I want to see grown ups sitting on chairs on the beautiful grass and sharing laughs just having a blast.
Even if it means that I have to be in the sky high looking down at the once horrific universe but now if you observe it is more well rounded and grounded.
I pray, it becomes that way.
Tell me something that I don’t know
We breathe the same air,
We shed similar tears
Cause we lived under the same sun
Man, Woman and child
Somehow, you haven’t got the message yet
With all your wealth
Your buffalo soldiers
Why hold the world hostage
^
You can skip death
Even if you lock yourself
Away from the world
Mindless behavior is
All he knows
You can’t buy the air that we breathe
You might try
Must you
Launched a nuclear war
Took a cruise down a river of booze.
Pissed my pants and filled my shoes.
Now it's time to clean it up.
Take a shower and drink a cup.
The fever caused my nerves to shake.
I had to leave her, it just didn't take.
That restless feeling wouldn't rest.
So now I hope it's for the best.
The wheels are rolling slow and steady.
I turned left and then saw Betty.
Drove a ways and heard this plinking.
Turn signal stuck and still was blinking.
I took the hint and headed south.
Now I look down in the mouth.
Jumped a freighter for the coast.
Sent my regards back in the post.
Now I'm sittin' on the pier.
Wonderin' where to go from here.
Borrowed a boat without the keys.
It's dangerous doing what you please.
Gas ran out and I hit a reef.
Sprung a leak, nothing but grief.
I bailed out as it was sinking.
That's the way it goes with mindless thinking.
How are you doing?
I'm fine how are you doing?
I'm fine how are you?
mind gone there's no more credibility
unable to accept any responsibility
trust is lost when will we find the closing
cost
have no fear push those away who want
to draw near
the temptation is great when there's
nothing but hate
mentally controlled by forces unknown
just want to be left alone
continually being drug back like a train
coming off track
an example must be set but it's so hard
living with so much regret
knowing the future seems so bleak gotta
find one more winning streak
only worry is letting others down the
burden of holding the crown
identity has been misplaced along with all
natural taste
thoughts are screaming into the ears
mistakes made throughout the years
when will this storm end like a message
that won't send
rains bring in floods of unrest and all the
doubt fueled by this unwanted guest
never ending thoughts of heaven and hell
wanting so bad to just hear the bell
physically asleep but sub consciously
awake trying to find the right combination
of pills to take
bury all the feelings within like writing a
letter but don't know where to begin
just so tired of this rambling and all this
mindless gambling
The feeling is neutral if not numb;
to the fact that most dogs are now rather dumb.
They waddle and limp to whoever has food,
regardless of thought or apparent mood,
led by hungers conjured and imbued.
Forgetting to hunt, they now excrete and eat all day,
mumbling and barking with nothing to say.
There are mindless games
that occupy our time
and take away all skill
of relevant communication.
Technology of future days
threatening our financial ruin
as well as personal status
to the world untouchable on line.
Obsessive and compulsive
they generate some inner call
that steals away our spirits
and diminishes our education.
Meant once to enhance our lives
make us more productive
smarter, more intelligent, more human -
they have failed.
The idea of artificial intelligence
is more real today
than ever once conceived
as now, we are replaceable.
The next revolutionary jump
in the reduction
of the human mind
succumbing to machine.
"The Magi Beats Sweet Mindless Hum Drums Against Day's End"
The abstract lines
you hold onto tight
are leaving marks
in my heart
like rope burns
the pleasure of winning
by not giving in
and then some pain
when you walk my mind,
you never turn away, you stay
My mind
is volcanic
a salve for romantics
a soiled grave for real living
it is bedded 6ft deep in dreams
and new sheets wrapped
around us, the notes old
for loving and singing
it’s unforgiving
Love, my Love
A tug of war
between being there
and sliding closer to here
I kiss and swap notes
on a tongue enveloping
our secrets you wet
in the swimming of
hum drum daily exits
book marking
our beginnings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The Magician" / Andy Shauf
https://youtu.be/PN0RPWII7gY
"Do you find it gets a little easier
Each time you make it disappear?
Oh fools the magician bends the rules
As the crowd watches his every move"
Lyrics / "The Magician", Andy Shauf
https://genius.com/Andy-shauf-the-magician-lyrics
Waltzing around carelessly, trampling through the golden daisies, oblivious to the coiled up snakes, violently hissing.Blindly shadowing a group of prepossessing wolves, with their lustrous coats gleaming a snowy white. Sashaying along a busy highway, head down, eyes closed.
You don't know where your traveling, you don't know what your achieving, you are stricken with grief, prostrated on the ground. Now, you mindlessly stumble around, no longer transfixed by trepidation. Mindlessly staggering away, forever scarred, forever branded. You are perpetually senseless, stuck in a cycle of forlornness, where you cannot abscond, trapped in a feeling of depression.
Everybody still has bits and pieces that make us human, traits from a time before we became convoluted replicas unwittingly tracing our steps to the grave. We all started with hearts full of desire, souls on fire, the curiosity to explore the universe. So many broken down over time, dwindling away with each day, the urge to survive supplants the love for life. Refuge found in machines like us, like us these machines multiply without knowing why. Too tired to fathom a world of wonder or fantastic change. A race running automated protocols written long ago with no serious attempt to change. Chaos would be preferable, at least then order could prevail but with obsessive compulsion engrained in us all we're stuck in a loop. Nature does not need to be changed, inner or outer, it's priorities and paradigms that must be sorted. From the outside looking in we're a cautionary tale for any presence that wanders by. Within our disjointed leaderless mass we're constantly recoiling and resetting from a blood fued that managed to soak us all in its intoxicating crimson long ago. Broken and battered these new models furiously forge meaningless legacies. Tainted and sick from our own creations, tethered to pieces of paper that have no actual value but the worth that's been infused by generations of greed and neurotic psychosis, if you don't have enough you better get more if you have too much don't share with the poor. This mantra has helped ensure that we don't stray from a system that lusts for bodies and turmoil. It dissuades intelligent thoughts and bold suggestions. I can see and touch and feel and I can tell you what is real but I can't tell you the point because at this rate our species will die. We saw the world around us, decided it wasn't enough and started shaping our own. We made all the parameters and froze in time our modus operandi. Now that we're increasingly fusing a digital reality with a tangible world, we've justified a reason to stop asking why, instead we embrace the healthy malfunction and consume, delete, repeat... consume, delete, repeat... consume, delete, repeat... Warning system error!... would you like to restart?
Drain my brain of everything
And leave me with nothing
My heartache
My pain
My sorrow
My depression
My grief
But mostly take my bad memories
No bad thoughts matter to me
Block out my haunted past
Of the abuser of my mind
I only ask you that you leave the memoires of good friends
Leave my family
My love
My soul
My kindness
My music
My ability to laugh
And my only natural talents
Music and what ever art that I can be taught...