MUTUAL DISTRACTIONS
evolving
affinities
ferment
alliances
with
communal
theology
of
eurhythmyic
utterances
&
contemplating
opaque
consequences
whilst
suppressing
synthetic
rigidity
of
feeling
expressed
openly
&
integrating
immediate
resolution
in
exotic
influences
with
deliberate
echos
abolishing
communal
themes
In
their
originality
Daydreaming- a distraction from reality
DISTRACTIONS
She slithers away,
Our feelings,
Like a snake,
And indeed the strings.
The man with the box,
Oh, the camera,
Sprint in second like the fox,
With shakara;
Just so you know,
And just so you listen,
Strings of now,
The noise to hasten.
Pastor, these are much,
And maybe,
You can quench,
Or you can just let be?
This your temple,
Wears distractions,
And the interior looks purple,
Losing her intentions.
Polithiefcians kissing the mic,
Exchanging blows,
Of insults to psyche,
As the bundles belows.
Is this truly salvation?
With her poke,
Or temptation?
This may choke.
Hey minister,
Tell your friends,
To tame the sinister,
And distractions ends.
Too many distractions,
Is it the lingerie:
Or the many temptations
Comraderies?
Truly, we need time,
To serenly meditate,
With christ in sight,
But sores repudiate.
We come for salvation,
And not distractions.
Distractions
from a seeking path
there are many which
shout from all sides
perhaps destroying
the path
introducing freedom~~
Do I want this?
Your hands on my skin
You’re gripping my chin
With every kiss
I just want to be Nurtured
Your hands explore further
My mind resists
But my body continues
I'm not gonna miss you
I reminisce
To a time I felt scared
I wasn’t prepared
This isn’t bliss
My body feels dirty
I smile, flirty
Why do I do this?
I put myself in places
With so many faces
I cannot resist
The distractions they offer
‘cause that's what they all were
I’m done with it.
Distractions
What falsely makes you happy
Could be your destruction
Cos there is no paradise in hell
Most hell feels like heaven nowadays
So trade your ways with cautiousness
Let your conciseness be alive
Their is power in thought
So picture your life by yourself
Be the author of your ways
Be the origin of your movement
The universe will moves with you
Only when you are ready to be yourself
So I chant satisfy my soul oh God
For I have been wailing
Yes I have been through ups and down
I refuse to be where the world thinks
I should be
Cos my dreams is not their vision
My prayers is not their answer
My life is not their ways
My sermons are pure
Yet the world is made of false hope
Full of diverse
Distractions.
Our land of stars and stripes, now glows,
with screens that flicker in hallowed halls.
Entranced humans shuffle, with eyes fixed below,
on small gadgets that have us enthralled.
Should the Statue of Liberty, our symbolic girl,
be holding a smartphone up to the world?
While tweets fly like eagles and hashtags swirl,
foreign disinformation trends as fast as it’s purled.
In lunch halls, real conversations take rest,
as influence is sought—in hoity-toity, binary quest.
Friends are backdrops—originality in short supply
as likes and shares make our dopamine fly.
America’s zombies, though *********** drained,
shuffle endlessly on, with Wi-Fi stimulated brains.
Once the land of the free, we’re now the land of tech
with minds wrecked by truths unchecked.
As we rock and sway—the new robot way—
will our old, analog-republic simply fade away?
.
.
Songs for this:
Airhead by Thomas Dolby
.
Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_01.mp3
Drivers pay attention, you need to be more attentive, aware and alert
Distractions are very dangerous resulting in somebody getting hurt
Reckless drivers have drivers, walkers, joggers, and cyclist in a panic
Now leaving home for an drive, jog, walk, or ride can end in a tragic
There's plenty of areas to pull over to handle what can certainly wait
Allowing a distraction while driving can cause you to look up too late.
Life distractions cause panic in many ways
I lay awake once again
Unable to clear my head.
I wish this storm of thoughts would cease,
And allow me to go to bed.
I dream about the future.
I reminisce about the past.
I think about things I could have done.
A funny thought crosses my mind and makes me laugh.
I try to comprehend the vastness of space,
And speculate about aliens.
I theorize about time travel
And what was there before time began.
I try to count some sheep
But they mull around so fast.
I lose track and have to start over.
How much time has past?
I think I figured out why we have wisdom teeth,
Where Atlantis may be, any why we end prayers with Amen.
I paint a picture in my mind.
Then erase it, and paint it once again.
I do everything but sleep.
Then I wonder why we even need to.
Imagine everything we could accomplish if we didn't.
Probably nothing, just like I do.
Wait beyond the earth is doomed.
Sun grew hungry, thus consumed.
Further wait until time tires.
Watch as all motion expires.
Unstitch all that has been sewn.
Witness that which can't be known.
Mould a shape that's yet unseen.
Remake all that has not been.
In the ‘some’ of a number, a zero gets lost.
In the idea of ‘some’, values turn frost.
In equating ‘some’ with ‘some’ of the few,
A territory is gained and a battle renewed.
With ‘some’ of the trained, the Devil tenders right.
Married to ‘some’, lovers are at plight.
Though spirits blossom in ‘some’ of the prime,
Yet autism and dyslexia, hardly rhyme.
In the distractions of ‘some’ the future is brewed,
In faith and trust, some frets get glued.
Busted disgust in ailments rise,
Money merry, and death surprise.
‘Some’ of the past is a ruinous ghost.
Battered pain ---a spirited host.
Let go of ‘some’. In vigor applause.
Time will freeze and the ONE will cause--
Merriment and laughter in bounty oft,
Colors and treasure, music aloft---
Will see ‘some’ faces, in lustrous delight,
Morning will see the halo of Light.
mind unspooling
easing my way into the garden
to prune the over eager
feeling well
in a loosely-strung way
excitable dog
threads my legs
I am centered
balanced
dog now barking
chasing squirrels
dog kicking up flustered
clusters of sparrows
doors slam
neighbors yell
dog pissing on the roses
strategic withdrawal
dead heads still
un-dead
wind whip's-up
a spiky shudder
gin and ice
snatched from the fridge
running for cover
There's an intuitive notion
That the world is bound
By the grace of something
That'll never be found
Hatred and heartache
Spread, across the lands
Love stays oblivious
While marching in bands
Intentions grow strong
For the good of us all
But the outlook is Blick
With a group so small
Growth in the numbers
Who's had growth in the heart
Will eventually see that the universe
Is both near and far.
#"Don't Turn Away!"
At least of all, NOT today!
You ARE being spoken too, yes YOU!
This goes far beyond mere noise, and the volumes are deafening! What am I referring to? The Ultimate Gifted Voice, "WITHIN".
But, sometimes we opt to ignore it...
And yet, it chooses NOT to ignore us!
How fortunate is that?
What a REPLENISHING supply!
The GOLDEN VOICE asks, how long will you keep procrastinating? I AM WITHIN YOU TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR ESCALATING!
Someone elects to sleep...
the inner voice weeps; it yells, it rages,
it screams it's time to advance to
NEW STAGES!
"WAKE UP!
IT'S TIME FOR A SHAKE-UP! ! !"
It's Time, to Align, for an ADVANCED Version of "YOU"! An ENHANCED Pay-Off from Mere ACTIONS Pursued!
©Renee D. Gross (GHPPR) 2023#
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