When I’m not tapped into a music stream.
I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.
But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
sexual frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures
So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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Right Now by The Creatures
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
Categories:
fn, cheer up, humor, mom,
Form: Free verse
Fn->spacebar lights my keyboard
So I can see the keys to score
Wanted placement in the game of poetry
Top links in line so I'm not ignored
Little mouse help route my cursor
So more corrections makes things less worser
Oh I miss my pen and eraser
And the days I was an ardent curser
But today I let the keys do the tapping
While my mind is set a rapping
And the computer seems to do more work
As I'm just here wide-awake napping
Categories:
fn, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Chi town
death town
three years old
shot in the head
town
sick town
businesses burning down town
white flight town
chi-town-ghost town
another 14 dead over the weekend
town
the whole fn city can't breath
chi-town death clowns
juggling tombstones
town
riot town
tonight-another bloody night
town
A small Baptist church
sits in the middle of chi town
"the well of hope": it whispers in small black letters
night time-gang graffiti overtakes faith
pisses in the collection plate-
In the morning the pastor searches
the broom closet for a paintbrush
and only finds a laughing witch-
there's no answers to questions
the people no longer ask.
Categories:
fn, city,
Form: Free verse
wl mt u @ arpt 2 nt wt whs
smos hs wtng 4 u
wt wz ur flt #?
p/u @ gt ? wn u arv hm
t/o fd, fn, bb gm
fyg hg n lv lv.
Translation:
will meet you at airport tonight with wheels
smooches, hugs waiting for you
what was your flight number?
pick-up at gate 5? when you arrive home
take-out food, fun, baseball game
flying high on love, luv.
Categories:
fn, appreciation,
Form: Verse
I dream in tornado,
gray spinning
blade of pulsing
mother
fn
pain
Categories:
fn, mother, nature, pain,
Form: Elegy
"Text Talk"
wl mt u @ arpt 2 nt wt whs
smos hs wtng 4 u
wt wz ur flt #?
p/u @ gt ? wn u arv hm
t/o fd, fn, bb gm
fyg hg n lv lv.
Translation:
will meet you at airport tonight with wheels
smooches, hugs waiting for you
what was your flight number?
pick-up at gate 5? when you arrive home
take-out food, fun, baseball game
flying high on love, luv.
*For David Williams Text Talk Contest.
*August 26, 2012.
Categories:
fn, love,
Form: Kimo
The siren wailed
The time for killing
Had begun
Let us board our choppers
Go to war
Finish it
Until it is done
I cannot hide
My dread
For, I knew the odds
So many of my friends...
Are dead
Will this be me?
I can, only survive
My training
Carries me through
To manage fear
To stay alive...
I learnt of bravery
Of men
Who were wasted away
Lost for eternity
I learnt of men
Whose actions, I cannot compete
I cocked my FN
The enemy to defeat
I cannot digest
This lust for killing
I have a job to do
Like so many others
They felt this, too
I could not leave
Bob, in all his pain
I carried him
So far
I would do it
In a heartbeat
Again
I would never leave
Any of our men
So, under heavy fire
I carried Bob
I released my fear
I carried him clear
It is all won or lost
On the toss
My circumstances
My training
My comradeship
Carried me
As I carried Bob
For this
They gave me...
The Bronze Cross
Categories:
fn, war,
Form: Ballad