Confusion. Poems

AI

If a parliamentarian votes yes,
Does he say A or Aye?
Can we trust that politician.
If instead he says AI?
Is he speaking tongue in cheek?
Is he confused, merging A and Aye
Or using a new form of double speak?
Might he be a historian
Lost in thoughts of Israel’s Ai?
When asked mother may I
Write my essay with AI
Whatever comes of

Twin Curse

Crossing the addictions
of body and soul
Delirium tremens
is taking its toll

Like Nitro and Glycerin
waiting to strike
Their coupling disastrous
all day into night

My spirit when willing
the flesh all too weak
Those few days I’m able
my willpower bleak

The detox not working
no cure comes my way
All food tastes like poison
these shakes here to stay

A bomb ticks within me
its fuse ever burns
Tomorrow

Kindred Spirits

*Kindred Spirits*

 I am often labeled as possessing "special" needs, and while there lies a kernel of truth within that phrase, the needs which burn brightest in my core are no different than yours, dear friend. Just as you crave acceptance, I ache for it too; a longing that colors every sunrise and sunset I

one before dawn

awake usual thoughts 
failures made imposed 
turn others sleep 
those like may also awake 
guilt not helping light 
rest night fears conflicts 
wars doubts known not 
all prepositioned 
keep hope peace joy love 
isolated chambered atomized 
quarked vanquished 
Lord Jesus maybe will  
many claim dead still 
resurrection appendage 
little  importance since 
not fit

Getting a Grasp on Our Thoughts

When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how will they relate?

We try to relate them to things we know.
Each thought should be placed right where it should go.
So many topics to assimilate,
We constantly add and have to update.

Without

A painting without a name

I'm unsure of an image popping up in my head 
A dot locates alongside a crowd, with a space reserve
Until now, of its decay from the fresh dark to pale light 
Which has been started  the image once  begun to alive

It's been never so sure of that the disparity remained 
As a balanced

More Than A Soft Toy

She was just five years old so her current hurt weighed more than her body.  

Words spoken by her mama hadn’t ever hurt before, they’d always been gentle and encouraging, but today it was her mama's words that turned her guileless emotions sad.  The little girl didn't know what to do.  All

Broken Things

Broken mugs 

And broken promises 

A broken lamp 

And broken knuckles

A broken TV 

And a broken stack of plates 

Broken drywall 

And broken glasses 

Broken bottles

And a broken door 

This is a broken home

And my heart cannot break anymore

- A Assertion -

      Some claim that Elon Musk is a humanoid robot
      revolutionary technology - who wins the jackpot

The shadow whisper

It’s whispers.
Can you hear them?
I don’t want to,
but they force me to.

Sitting in an empty room,
with no one—
just a cigarette in my hand.

Every time it touches my lips,
it kills me
and makes me want to avoid it—

I know that cigarette is not good for me,
but I like doing something
I know is going to kill me.

But he

I had blood on my face

I had blood on my face. Dirty. Gracious. And… disgusting. Blood dripping on my face. Didn’t know it. It just smelled bad.

When I looked at my face in the mirror, I thought… that the mirror had the blood.

I kept cleaning it. Cleaning it. Rubbing it. With my arms. With my palms. With my fingertips.

At the

Don't Forget the Cream

Lately folks, my mind has been somewhat dusty,
I "think" I heard of some new kind of disease.
Plus, my cognition has been somewhat rusty,
I keep forgetting where I put my keys!

I'm late!, I'm late!, for a very important date,
But...I don't remember with who or where.
I can't explain why my brain makes me wait,
I just know sometimes,

Years of Horror

I can't help but wonder if we could even fix it anymore.
 
I don't know if I could ever forget crying there on the floor.

And I can't help but feel that all our future has in store,
 
Is years, and years, and years of horror.

Maybe , Maybe Not

In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, a dichotomous dialogue unfolds,
A perpetual pendulum of doubt, that oscillates between certitude and uncertainty's darkening folds.
A litany of lost opportunities, a catalog of unfulfilled desires,
Echoes through my consciousness, a haunting refrain that fuels my deepest fires.

The specter of indecision looms, a constant companion that besets my every stride,
A

Tears of Venezuela

America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.

You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.

O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.

But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.

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