What you don’t see is the river of mind
coming through from the past.
The future also comes through,
your handprints are all in place
waiting to be nailed down.
You see a brush leaning against a wall,
it's the sweep already swept,
what it brushed away was this day.
You think you made it through,
but it's not a real life that lives you,
and only you walk through it.
Categories:
habituation, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It’s a kind of habituation,?
it’s a kind of a life?
you walk in it, over it?
through it.?
?
What you see or don’t see?
is still all there,?
coming through from the past.?
The future also comes through,?
tomorrow has already painted next steps,?
they are just waiting to be taken?
then hung on a mind gallery.?
?
You can see millions of cells,?
brain cells, dead squamous cells,?
octagonal memory cells?
bee hive stacked.?
Some cells have ruptured,?
tear-drop ghosts spill out drop by drop,?
puddle wetly.?
They all must be reincarnated?
breathed life into.?
?
Now you can look back and see?
if you have cleaned house,?
or just used time to litter?
the temple grounds.?
Categories:
habituation, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You get used to being here.
Small stains mark where you bruised the house
with gate-crashing day-dreams
you can see them transpiring through wood and brick
through the dry walls and the worn carpets.
It’s a kind of habituation
It’s a kind of a life
and you walk in it, over it
and through it
with closed and open eyes.
What you see or don’t see
it’s still all there
coming through from the past.
The future also comes through,
tomorrow has already painted your next steps,
your hand prints, they are
all in place waiting to be nailed down.
You can see millions of cells being cast down
upon the floor, the brush leaning against the wall
that you will use to keep one day ahead
so you can look back and judge for yourself
if you also have come through.
Categories:
habituation, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Drown not in yummy yesterdays, seize the breeze of today
While intuitive initiatives aplenty beg to be taken
Into your stride if only ears and eyes should every Saturday
Strive to debunk myths of dependency on mistaken
Opinions on dominions of double tongues that drag
A train of ambiguity in an ambience meant to weaken
The resolution wrapped in rapid reflections to brag
Flagging fortunes, sagging sagacity and overt
Vanity and inanity driven beyond conjecture to mug
Denial of pain, create a drought from a flood to assert
Infatuation in a situation where habituation lives
In cycles of woes and wonders interwoven to insert
A full stop at the commencement of a move that gives
Death to joy, fill moments with frowns that down
The motive to live, elevate the motive that forgives
Risible reasons why we play the corny clown
Defend duplicity, caress cash and crash a crown
On limbs of love, cut off our noses, bruise faith
Feel foppish and seal deals that steal our last breath.
Categories:
habituation, poems,
Form: Terzanelle
I know it’s shocking, and you’ll be like “Watt!?” but it’s true and i’m ex-static and you should be too. Light it sink in Faraday or two, don’t be so direct for there are alternative views. Let’s charge towards a higher current, and flow with The Field. Ohm not relatively speaking, we have to heal so wave goodbye to those conditions and give them no further energy, electrify your life transcending entropy. conduct the truth like a Tesla coil, resistance is futile, striking down from the divine- if you only knew the magnificence of 3, 6, and 9. It won’t divert, or subvert to the outskirts, the truth Herz. Once you understand the gravity of the situation you’ll transform your habituation to one of productivity, synchronicity and synergy. No re-Morse or regrets, peace be with you for infinity.
© Copyright Ash Grimshaw 2017. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
habituation, education, fun, humor, science,
Form: Free verse
If I am driven to attention may that attention break will
Shackle of hope eyes to a sea mountain rumble
To cease opportunity to break down barrel the sight of the sky is just a reason why
To habituation the great mystery of the world do one have to enter those depths below
If the wind of a whistle moves with out motion then barre sight found way to shore
Shackle of hope eyes to a sea mountain rumble
If one is sincere and with every stroke of a detail fond bigger characters
To open a folder strive with dust behind every motion and
With righteous mind let it be known
Is love immoral.
Shackle of hope eyes to a sea mountain rumble
Love immoral.
Categories:
habituation, art, love,
Form: Verse
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 ********
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation
4 keratinization 4 k-ration
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation
4 thermojunction 4 titillation
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion
4 weatherization 4 workstation
4 zombification 4 zonation
Categories:
habituation, angel, baby, birth, child,
Form: Alliteration