Best Rewired Poems
An unhurried sun slides across the horizon
Preparing for slumber behind distant waves
And daylight’s last seagull rides thermals in search
Of a late night fish supper - the herring he craves
A paint shop explosion enlivens the skies
As the sun doffs its cap to the tail end of day
That silhouette seagull, against crimson, flys
Before finally veering and heading away
As one with the beach and the shoreline beyond
I watch vibrant heavens succumb
To a darkness profound although I stick around
And I wait for tomorrow to come
The night has its chills but no hectic-life ills
As I feed my small campfire with sticks
One deck chair, one fire is all I desire…
And a thermos for my caffeine fix
There’s no moon, no stars and there’s no beachfront bars
The surf is my soundtrack tonight
I’ve seen moons and stars work with Venus and Mars
To set all above me alight
But tonight is unpainted and I get acquainted
With shadows that flicker and prance
As I recline there, amused, I’m aware
That the fire makes my own shadow dance
I don’t truly doze and a distant bell knows
That I count off its chimes in the night
And as the world sleeps, somewhere near, a bird cheeps
And I know that it soon will be light
I’ll witness the day and then scurry away
Through the hustle and bustle, to bed
Inspired, I’m rewired, and yet, rather tired
With my first chapter clear in my head
My thermos delivers one last warming cup
As a new dawn blue-rinses the grey
A seagull, perhaps who went last night unfed
Circles early for breakfast today
Brain rewired
The spine of prison rattles
Hearts harden
Hungry dogs
Chomp on the bars and the bones
Of his hope
He is lost
Dreams and fears confirm his tears
Time is gone
Guilty truths
Drizzle down his swollen cheeks
“God, I’m yours. . .
Lift my eyes
For your light is my way to
Shame my foes. . .
My clothes droop
My body slumped against death
This soul swells. . .
I need her. . .
If only you knew how much
I miss her. . .
I need You
For You have stayed here with me
Patiently. . .”
The sun peeks
His sad eyes take in the warmth
His heart melts
We are free
The sky is open to you
Now Stay Strong
9/12/2015
Such a weight, these boulders of depression.
Carrying them has become a useless, sad obsession...
A way to define the core of self, the Inner Being
Only talk of lightening the load, no thought of ever freeing...
A soul's place is through the void, to be preserved forever in ice,
Ice of Blue hues and Nothings - so nothing to avoid.
Grey grit mixes with the mist of time expired. Dirty memories.
Several generations based on the same pattern.
Reproduced but not rewired.
Currents lost in cul de sacs and weeping men in doorways,
Bottled laughter auctioned off then vapourised by sun's rays.
Tell me this, TELL me the story -
is man aglow, or does he bask in God's Glory?
The wonderings and whisperings of those who need to blend.
No-one can figure out who is foe and who is friend.
Hearts breaking with audible cracks while demon's chew on pain,
keeping anger as their snacks.
Leaching colour from the world around.
Searching till every weakness is found - preying on insecurities and lust
till the last bones are but powder and dust.
Endless Grey is all I see.
Even my shadow has departed from me;
But I stand straight and hold myselt tall -
never moving in case I should fall.
Don't look left, and don't look right lest fear attacks your need for flight.
Loose the soul, cut silver threads for Divinity swings low.
Don't end the game before it's begun, take care to walk it slow...
Walk it slow for those who lag behind and fast for those who run.
Every searching till you find...
The Meaning of The One.
Long dreams
Alternate seems
Short happiness
Emerges snappiness
Sweetly savory
Faith bravery
Glossily scuffed
Hardly chuffed
Heat cracked
Odds stacked
Ignitable flame
Hope's aim
Pair required
Thoughts rewired
Both rediscovered
Love recovered
subtle depth of sadness speak of tides,
within the water true an tried,
thoughts splatter like tomato sauce
Dolphin’s stagger off to hide,
love will return of course.
Love cannot be denied,
Love’s subtle intercourse,
Rewired…
.....Don Johnson
I cheated when I went to the electrician school.
I don't know what I'm doing, I am truly a fool.
I always screw up every house that I wire.
When the power is turned on, people scream "Fire!"
I connect 110 volt wires to 220 outlets and 220 to 110.
When people see my work, they never hire me again.
I was foolish when I decided to wire my house too.
As it burned, I realized that it was a stupid thing to do.
I've been sued two hundred and fifty times and soon it will be two hundred and fifty-one.
When I rewired a man's house who had no insurance, he shot me in the ass with a gun.
I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree.
If you want a house that you can keep, don't hire me.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall
Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims our lords conceive
The whores to culture, placid in their chains
Reclining prostrate, ready to believe
Our nation’s spirit sinking to expire
Omniscient demigods behind the screen
Transmuting our light to synthetic ire
Red, white, and blue bows to red, blue and green
Unconscious fulcrum, force you can’t deny
Black keys in gray hands of the puppet priest
Subliminal, no chance to wonder why
Clandestine reins pulled taut, they lead the beast
Imbue the symbol with gilt qualities
Admire how they conspire, our life rewired
Such dazzling tricks to blind the polity
In breaded, cheap amusements, we are mired
Our brave new virtual reality
With hidden craft, untruth is overlayed
Eclipsed sun darkens to totality
Beneath benighted noon we walk as day
Predicted, instinct’s base reaction known
To tidal waves of violence and sex
Minds titillated by distraction’s bone
From our Media-Government Complex
Our internecine hatreds stoked, inflamed
Creating and enhancing the divide
True culprits are protected, victims blamed
Incessant war, the great rift yawning wide
Unseemly freedoms have been made taboo
Renouncing power, most don’t even grieve
Relieved to give up guns and money too
Behind red tape and laws lurk skulking thieves
Resounding echoes, our once great New World
Through wavelengths, diodes, context redefined
Cold software guiding social plots unfurled
Far colder people fine-tune the hive mind
Inheritors of might presume the role
Unburdened by the ballast of remorse
Their dark ascent to power and control
Soul-searing wind as you climb to the source
Some zealots hold that this is Satan’s world
Each object of desire imbued with blight
Much clearer when the plan becomes unfurled
So glaring it becomes they have the right
This morbid monolith, our freedom’s bane
Temptation steals your breath, you’d best beware
Choose reason in a world that’s gone insane
Reclaim your only soul and say a prayer
© Thomas W. Quigley
7/17/16
Mostly Iambic Pentameter
Meet Me in the Silence
Bleeding call
All my worlds fall
Too much suffering
Painful non-attending
I’m a mess
I’ve failed every test
I couldn’t possibly please you
There is nothing left to hold on to
Amazing grace
Retie every cut shoelace
I keep tripping on myself
I love too much the empty desired wealth
God please save me
Darkness is not the key
Myself I hate
I’m a messy love and you’re my mate
Capture me
Do it slowly
Grasp every wound
Don’t misunderstand me; my fate is not doomed
Feel my infiltrated beating heart
I’m in your arms don’t part
Blow through the weak defending desires
What I believe is true needs to be rewired
From what I think I love but don’t love I need saving
On top of me reality and imagination is caving
God send it all away
With you my heart wants to stay
Meet me in the silence
Let it be tense
Stare into my eyes
Shout the lyrics of my cries
Let me fall onto you
Let these tears be new
May they not be sad
This ongoing painful ride was the last one I had
Its Hidden Messages in my Texts
worth Examining
you can see the Chosen from The Strangling
beatens an chains
all linked to a prophecy ordained
I've looked through documents for the Author of this Manuscript
Which is me the Key the King to a degree only the oppressors see who exists
science defying the recessive diamond genes to manifest a seed to triumph
We Athletes the Giants
with Might an Speed
Born Supreme a Diamond
still we shine through out all the famine
genocidal manaics
with prideful hatred attached
Forces of evil who masquerades as the Men In Black
with the Neuralizer with a Brain zapped
With a body frame detached to tell fables of raps
i disconnected from the Cable an a fatal impact
rewired my cells so it's able to react to the tornadoes they craft
another dispatch
a brother in the pavement with no pulse to graft
wonder now how savage insane we act
we goin mad is there a way to get back
being the Power Circle
but they mixed pink lemonade in at
generator operator destroyer
i made a general observation to be a detourer
be a general overstating his Order
so they can see his illuminated Aura
we can be Kings we dont got to be gangsters
Gangster is King with the Glory given from the Creator
thats why im letting this Red Pill Orbit
you can see through all our misfortunes through our history Courses of History Horror
we are Glorious
Victorious
I Am Morpheus
who went through a Metamorphosis
who Orbited a Solar Eclipse
an Burned the Moon so the Sun can be Lit
the One in the Matrix close to the Oracle
Zion
im a Lion
who knows the Architect who designed the prints
this supreme mathematics abstracted of the Creators Calculus of my birthday to be in this present state
so you see these prime birthdate numbers is ordinal
Im the Ultimate Warrior
Against Jake the Snake
I Put Snakeskin on my Mocassins
an make chains out of they Vertebrates
an made a Vest out the Lizard Scales
My face shine with the Melanin so now you know why my Pigment isn't Pale
Soul Summoned out the Book of the Dead to Lead Nations out this Wizardry Spell
Into the Body of Israel
Years of history, failures and mistakes,
written through the eyes of winners.
What happened to the other side,
the story of the so-called sinners?
We all find peace when truth finds us,
but not when it has been locked away.
We will not know what has been taken,
from those who died that day.
Only those who were silenced know what had conspired;
a truth filled with their feelings.
The victors took the circuits and had them rewired
to fit in with the wheeling and dealing.
And what have we now but a half- told tale,
filled with glimpses of the truth that we seek.
What would have happened if the rewriting had failed,
the strong now regarded as weak?
I fell asleep
Dreaming of desire
Inflamed by fire
That love inspired
In decadent attire
Lucidity rewired
Balancing highwires
Frequently supplied
What transpired
between
Glowing sapphires
between
Calling a ceasefire
between
Raging bonfires
between
A lovers fire
between
Unfolding desires
I fell asleep
Dreaming of desire
Inflamed by fire
That love inspired
In decadent attire
Lucidity rewired
Balancing highwires
Frequently supplied
What transpired
between
Glowing sapphires
between
Calling a ceasefire
between
Raging bonfires
between
A lovers attire
between
Unfolding desires
(Unfinished)
Soon the sun will shine
Through the east facing blinds
I haven't worked in seven months
Yet, I rise every day before him
And write a poem or two
The ceiling fan wobbles
Finches, sparrows and a cooing dove
Greet the dawn
Sweet morning love
Best time for me
Should be waking up in cooler climes
Shoulda been coulda been woulda been
Gone by now
But for this old house
Drug off a mountain top
From a mining camp
That got scraped away
And dumped across the highway
Miner's shack really
Bought it for about
One year's teaching salary
In 1995
Kept all its 100 year old doors
Crystal doorknobs and skeleton key locks
Stripped away the lath and plaster
Took out some walls, moved another
Replummed, rewired
Refinished wood floors
Put down some maple
Added on some rooms
Guarded it all with white pickets
It has it's charm
Why I fought to keep it
Quit my job in Vegas
Retired altogether
So I could stay here
I don't know
Funny like that
Usually don't care
Pretty good at it
But this old house in this old town
I do
Although right now I wish I were
Dwellung somewhere north
Grand Tetons,Yellowstone, Glacier
Somewhere cold
Got my eldest daughter in Montana
But I'm here near my youngest
And her baby
Son just got back from Kuwait
He and my favorite daughter in law
Coming to visit from NY
Wants her dad here for barbeque Wednesday
Golf, then dinner out and a pub crawl Thursday
She's good to my son--good to everyone really
Si she gets what she wants
I'll put a shine on the place
Marinate a prime rib for the big easy
Buy her tequila, his whiskey, some beer
And get a tee time
I'm happy
I could be snuggled up in the cold
On a pine scented morning
Be fishing before the sun hits the water
But no one would come see me
Guess I'd fight again
For this old house
Sun's beating the blinds
It's garbage day
Gotta drag out the bin
Two whole bags
Higher trash fee now than
When the house was full
(Sigh)
Was it some kind of a subliminal perception?
Confusing my interpretations of a misconception.
Was it you that pulled an affectionate deception?
Forcing me into a fake deflection.
A maneuver of the circumstance selections.
A ruse, a scheme, a hoodwinked hoax.
Walking around in your personality cloaks.
Hidden persuasions,
caused my mental imagery to blurry.
"Why you dodging me now?
Sit down, there's no hurry".
I just need a second of your time,
Help me figure this out.
I'm a little confused,
how this situations turned out.
Let's analyze the beginning,
the initiation.
Yet again,
I do get tired of being patient.
But it won't be much longer,
at this rate your health's going.
I just can't save you anymore,
your killing yourself,
slowly.
How does a person become so unstable?
Cycles like this?
Believing well structured fables.
My thoughts catch on fire,
like my circuits need rewired.
Ashes still fill the void,
where you burned me out,
with your crack lighter.
I just wanted to tell you,
thanks for this paradox.
Keep my memories in the attic,
in a duct taped shoe box.
Some days I'll admit,
I miss the past you.
The one before you turned into,
this cold bitter shrew.
Now your growing weary,
hairs turning gray.
Wasting sand in the hourglass.
As grandfather clocks tick away.
With every hit that you take.
Chemicals taking it's toll.
Lost your Mind. Body. And soul.
I do apologize,
from you I had to retreat.
I had to be the bad guy,
and do what's best for me.
I never meant to leave you behind.
But really the truth is.
I keep trying to hide.
Now that the truth's made an appearance.
I caught a glimpse, saw your face,
til then, never
was my vision the clearest.
I'd never noticed,
all the lines and cracks,
patched up in between,
weak attempts,
to keep your reflection unseen.
Let's ask your keeper,
and see what they tell?
The masquerades over,
pull off that, veil.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
who was the best masked?
At the ball?"
Never your mind,
with my twisted fairy tales.
My mind got ran over,
skipping tracks on Disney's,
story Beast and the Bell?
Anyways that's the story,
of a para-box border.
Just another bipolar,
with a mom complex disorder.
johnsondon2 | September 17, 2010
GREEN GLASS OF SAND IN PAKISTAN
Green glass of sand in Pakistan
The atomic blast denied
Radioactive skeletons
Are buried where they fried
New Mexico has radioactive sand
war time atomic tests
Green sand is there quite unplanned
Just by the atom blest
Was it only 10,000 years ago
Since then the world expired
Brightness of a thousand suns, the blow
World reborn rebuilt rewired
Rama fought with mental might.......all the Alantean Officers dropped dead...
The enemy Generals die ............forgotten advanced visualization mind control...
Atlantean might, left in a night
Valixi crossed the sky
Vimana of Rama walked the skys
Valixi dived in quick
Metal thunderbolts & Rama dies
Indus valley, burnt the brick
Don Johnson
Valixi Atlantis (People of the Asvins, Atlantis Aeroplanes)Aeroplanes & Vimana Indian Rama
planes, which used mercury so say the repair manuals of that time. Read the ancient Indian
Mahabharata document if you doubt .
The great circle of reoccurence of life is bringing the Indian nation back to its former
glory.
The first sunny day in a very long time
My heart is lighter, the world is sublime
Daisy and Danny are lying asleep nearby
Their snoring sweet, a canine lullaby
An MRI and blood test scheduled once more
Every few months and this is number four
A DNA repair gene on chromosone 10Q26 the strand
This is a gift from the brain, rare and grande
It works with the new chemical TMZ
Works with chem/radiation, should work for me
Husband and wife a little less afraid
The angel of death is now delayed
Still means I will get tired
Immune system weakens, the brain is rewired
Speech therapy, pain, combine with PT
In the end we all have a date with eternity