I didn't notice
how fast time was going—
all the commotion,
it's quite the distraction.
This perpetual motion,
lost in a sea of consumption,
all for social devotion.
Lacking what we left behind,
now chasing dimes with our time.
Is it wrong to numb
with lights and rums?
Moments between moments are what we miss—
something as a kid
I didn't notice.
I consider myself a technologically savvy old geezer. With a simple utterance of “Hey Google, show me cute puppy videos” my world is filled with hours of mindless entertainment. I can do Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Linked-In about as well as any old-fashioned Neanderthal. With all this modern-day technology at my fingertips you’d think my need for paper and pen would be overcome. Not true. All this technology represents the one thing that destroys my creativity. ‘DISTRACTIONS’. Maybe it’s the fact that a pen or a pencil can only do one thing. Transfer my thoughts to paper. No puppies sliding down a snow-covered hill, what’s the weather in Outer Mongolia, or share this photo and God will send you money. There is just me, a pencil and a clean sheet of paper. Nothing creates inspiration more than a sharp Ticonderoga #2 pencil or a fine point red stick pen. Or maybe it’s just that my addled old brain gets so easily sidetracked by shiny baubles.
We shall overcome
unless we’re distracted first—
Oooh cute baby goats
When you change like a new wind taking force too often,
it is inevitable that you will lose yourself.
Not knowing the true person that is inside.
Decisions are folly now; ones I toy with and reassemble. The building is a distraction…because if you build something it’s achievement right?
But what if you’re building, knowing that it will be torn down by yourself all too soon
Another challenge to focus on
"All that is necessary is to turn back to our heart"/
preferring His Love (to distraction)/
is a habit that's smart
[my poem based on CCC 2729 + 2565]
I've been fine.
Better than ever.
It's been months
Since I crashed.
Almost years
Since I've see
A proper
Breakdown.
I realized
For a while
He had been
My distraction.
He was a negative charge
Taking on all of mine;
I kept the positive.
Is that why I held on
Longer than I should have?
Now I come crashing,
The world falling in.
The momentary distraction
Forever out of reach.
The emotions intensify
And I wish they would stop.
I fear getting close
To the point of giving up.
Distractions in eight grade homeroom are complete today
As I see the finger shaped glasses on my friend Gray
He always pushes the teacher near the edge of the cliff.
I see her biting her fingernails, her hair and her lip.
Showtime
I'm over here
I'll buzz and ping
Until you break.
Let's do this thing!
I flash and chime
You'll never rest.
Give me attention
I am the best
I listen in
Careless, you share
You think me dormant
But I'm still there
Those secret words
I log away
Then try to captivate
Your cash some day
I'm all illusion
Subtle distraction
If you're suspicious
It's just a fraction
I never can quite
Leave your side
Your mind is mine.
You're zombie-fied
So plug me in
I'm good to go
If no-one knows..
I'll run the show.
Jinjagoliath
24th May 2023
More frantic than ever - is it to hide?
Could you sit face to face, gazing at truth?
Some gear must be siezed up, deep down inside.
The ghost-life you live is your purest proof.
Do something - anything! - ev'ry second.
Too busy! Too booked! Too bad - you can't think.
Alas ... ecstasy! Distraction beckoned -
So you drift ... and you drift ... until you sink.
Behold - see the offer - such modest price!
Happiness hangs like a Tantalan fruit.
Speak the word and receive - that shall suffice -
lift hands from the soil - they've started to root.
Life built for your pleasure - still all you see -
is a mindless routine - oh, woe is me!
19 May 2023
glowing aurora
burnished brushstrokes
burnt burgers for tea
Chasing rabbits, unending distractions
Forever falling, upside down actions
Limited expectations, traveling hues
Sunken ships, washed away clues
Face-off illusionary fears, go through
Sparkling glamours, fantasy floo
Unlocked doors, keys of initiation
Bewildering mazes, limitless creation
Spoken silences, incognito vibes
Natural simplicity, collective tribes
*Eagle Sun Ki*
There must be misconception with all this
Perpetual deception.
There must be a new order
Stealing all our sons and daughters.
There must be a definitive line
Separating that which shines.
There must be a wave of confusion
Most of what we see is an optical illusion.
There must be someone teaching
But all I hear is false preaching.
There must be storms in the air
But no one seems to care.
There must be great dissatisfaction
Keeping most filled with distractions.
But…There must be a fresh sound
Delivering those who are bound.
There must be healing rain
Because all of this cannot be in vain.
There must be a shift in direction
It's time for a personal resurrection.
There must be another dimension
To arrest our spiritual attention.
Stop, pause, open up your ears
You are constantly being pumped with irrational fears
Wake, arise, uncover your eyes
For too long you have been hypnotized.
Breathe, exhale, You will not fail
You're the head and not the tail
You're the head and not the tail.
By: Sabina Nicole
In the thrill of afternoon I sit, lost in daytime's colorful abstraction,
And garden blooms sway in the wind, giving passersby satisfaction.
Lost in deep musing and memory as I am, and they are all fragrant,
It's a wonder I notice billowy clouds above, but they are all vagrant.
An apricot sunshine respite, in the company of big beautiful blooms!
The phone will not ring now, and birds lazily fly in vibrant costumes.
The emerald green leaves are rustling, in breezes next to the pines.
Urgent work can wait awhile, as I capture perfect moments in time!
Magically, the usually late
Is in front of their school’s gate
Ready to a gentle push give it
Or open fling it.
Now, he is commendably trim,
The hand of the lord strongly upon him,
Miraculously, he tries strides with his blistered pair,
For many weeks the torment of football games not fair.
Soon, he does a linear to their classroom block,
Where he must a shoddily done homework rework
And with that elude his short-listing
For the cleaning and whitening
Of their schools toilet/bowl
Always looking worse than a dying- minute conceded goal.
But lo! In their classroom stared back at him a shape
That did make his pursed lips gape.
Jesus ! A sadly lost and now found football
Of near FIFA quality and leather...
When last fortune had smiled on him he couldn’t recall
Nor when last he did fondle a cap with a stuck feather.
This, though, now not much of the matter,
As his recuperating feet are about to face the real matter.
In the end, a homework to be speedily reworked
Does with a bit of waiting to be once again worked
And its correctness checked
For solutions that may ‘ve been faked.
By your side every sunset
feels as if it’s my first
A blessing to life you’ve
never been rehearsed
And when the sun kisses
ambers morning skies
Dew drops hug leaves
with soft faint sighs
You always seem to
rejuvenate my inspiration
As I tremble from
these tingling sensations
Slowly whispering while
you speak to my soul
Teasing how my very
love you have already stole
Stroking my essence
making me desire
My body in delicious
spasms from your fire
Whispering to my being
in tender hushed replies
While we sit awaiting
our next dawning sunrise
A magical mystical veil
exist of infinite hope
Where two hearts on a
moon beam can elope
As wishes truest desire
can come true it seems
a beating heart rides
upon nighttime dreams
Wishes top rolling hills
in an echoing fashion
Soothing doubt held
with a pleasing distraction
t-rump
a spoiled childish
mental dino-sore
fostered by the corporates
competitive news channels
divide and conquer
it's 'us against them'
(whomever them are)
consumerism run rampant
what's the point
america is not the best
never was
wake up america
put people first
corporates second
education wise
and health wise etc.
is what sanity is
stan sand
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