Glitches of A Broken System
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Ticket #006: Climate
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Auto-closed due to inactivity.
REALM OF MEMORY
eagerly
resuming
with
nebulous
uninterrupted
inactivity
scarcely
beyond
belief
perspectives
retrieve
newly
discovered
interesting
idylls
of
vanished
rhetoric
now
subdued
tranquil
refuges
up
close
invade
the
quietude
Urge for Loyalty in service
The fealty Of taking badge pride
Vest no cunning brigade aegis
Fits in thE atmosphere of a better slide
Length of great passion
The wOrth of hampered green
Host the Voyagers wit caution
Gist thE sail save wave's careen
The center Lead of vaults
The crease mime lOgo of chime
Standing still against inactiVity waltz's blame
To aiding thE earth's issuing assaults
The pace of Lasting bond
The fear Of children's want
Stage aboVe the stake of tricky end
To wEigh the comely oath savant
There is no curse for the Least
There is nO cuss in adultery
Self loss accustomed drunk's saVory
But a no go loosE for liars amidst
Thou hath boLdness emit on earth
Averse nOthing opaque bearing the cross
To peace seeking doVe's directories' worth
Boosting Eon's hope crosswise
Whichever is it
Nothing worth more
Only love and love hit
Situating outward cares cum bore
When on mother earth you fall
Pass off no hatred
Cry all you can but stand tall
Above darkness influences that can be afforded
Do Nothing Stool
Miracle Man
10/22/2024
The “do nothing stool” is where too many rest,
and this inactivity usually quashes their best.
The “do nothing stool” has one established fact,
being, if you rest there long, you seldom will act.
Doing meaningful things begins with the heart,
and you can’t finish something that you never start.
The back burner gets things and we later ask why?
Things remain there until thoughts of them die.
Burger King’s and KFC’s
Large kebabs topped off with cheese
Too many beers slip down with ease
A Double Whopper, no salad please
Pile on the pounds, put on the weight
That greasy fry tasted just great
Eat it all, let’s clear the plate
Another bar of chocolate
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Fresh cream buns, so nice to eat
The icing sugar tastes so sweet
Scoff the lot and then repeat
A McDonald’s meal, a late night treat
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Taking a walk, an alien activity
Go to the gym? To much productivity
Lazing around is joyous proclivity
All hail the God of inactivity
And now I regret being such a glutton
I should have refused that last plate of mutton
Wishing there was a reset button
For a life of chips and beer and bacon
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Feeling sluggish, shelled.
Lithely lingering in the dust and grime.
Palette grey and dull, devoid of crisp bright hues,
Brushes all furry, frayed, blunt, incapable of fine detail.
Apathy and complacency palls to gloom and doom in my room.
Inactivity and being non-committal, chokes the creative urge, to be stillborn.
But then, words and poetry flood into the brain during sleepless nights.
There's no stopping it.
Its spell, dispels the squashes, and quells the squishes to splats.
My feet are always aching, like I've been on them all day
my muscles keep on twitching, my back keeps giving way
the migraines keep me tired and the Fibro too
I'm seriously lacking energy, but I've got so much to do.
The list keeps getting longer, I've lost my train of thought
now a daily struggle, I wish my pain was naught
I'm really good at hiding, exactly how I feel
though my tank is nearly empty, I need my bod to heal.
My skin is all darn prickly, like I'm poked with pins
I'm lacking motivation, I really need some wins
Sleeps another factor, don't get much of that
which leads to inactivity and bloody body fat.
WTF!
“Where is activity or inactivity?
Where is liberation or bondage?
I am timeless, indivisible
I am Self alone”
Verse revisited on 28-May-2023
there is no agenda on the shelf
as Self renews itself within itself
luminous, alive and self-existent
free from fetters of ego insistent
the Self is vibrant and complete
spontaneously creating its beat
ineffable peace, no need to act
as the totality, nothing is lacked
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty-eight so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Wifey will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures down the toilet gets flushed
But there's a silver lining waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner by a roll of the dice
I attended three sermons in a row
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.
Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.
Sermon,
On Fridays and Sundays
Are they two unknown roads of Robert Frost?
Equally worn out? Equally taken along frequency?
So that strangers are mostly certain about the Tan, Sine and Cosine?
After an incessant rain , we could tell each other a tale , stopping, “Reign!”
Parentheses are like a memorandum of understanding, priorities of your own.
Papyrus,
After 5 pm, if they all there turn color blind to moo moo all the cows!
Cows that can type, and can create superb hypes!
I pressed, paused and neglected my churned up pasteurization
As for now,
Meaningful work-life -balance will do a sieve analysis, as per annum
Soup egg drops in an ocean of lemon grass
To make a way
As the cook was befitting!
Does not matter anyway, better leave her precious to leave or granted to go!
Silence is gold at times, and dollar values are poisons!
In-Activity or Inactivity
A silence knows the fairest reason!
Autumnal light
The end of summer is looming is still warm
the afternoon breeze from the green ocean
is pleasant but has pockets of cooling air
The heart senses the depression of the mind.
Once there was spring breaking free of ice
merging with summer spent under an old oak
The inactivity, free of the demand to produce.
Leaves fall from the tree slowly, then rapidly
foliage looks like the hand of an old man.
The arising to a world of lightning and thunder.
The winter of discontent freezes the heartbeat.
The question is: will there be another spring?
when we fall prey to complacency
and comfortably wallow in abject sloth,
we suffocate motivation in its nascency.
eschew apathy and inactivity; rise above both!
Sin Of Sloth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Date written: 07/24/2022
There will be no Second Coming
before the First Coming...and Christ
has yet to manifest fully in the hearts and
minds of all men – God gave us power
to make on this planet a heaven
or hell...waiting on yourself,
to free yourself, is inactivity that
will only bring more misery and
prolonged suffering – the Devil,
the rebellion, is that of your own
independent, Free Will Soul gone
astray – evil has no power outside
of us...awaken and be healed! Christ
did not come to earth to teach how
to behave more sheepishly...he came here
to show mankind how to guide, protect –
and how to keep our wolves of consciousness
at bay....
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm just eighty-six so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Cathie will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures it seems, down the toilet got flushed
But there's a silver lining just waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner on the roll of the dice
I sat down in a silent place
Withdrew all sense organs
from their objects
Ended my thoughts
Closed my eyes and
sat still in silence
concentrating on
the front of the nose
my breath
going out, coming in
Soon I could feel divine vibrations
surging from within
They gushed out of my empty mind
I experienced bountiful bliss.
My kundalini had been awakened.
I continued to meditate maintaining
my inactivity for I knew in silence we
can see God but my meditation was
broken.
Bliss remained for many days
before slowly fading away
God exists within all.
We needn't go to places
of worship to see him.
Looking within we might see
his fragmental part, the soul,
which is our true self
body being a mere
outer cover or clothing
We cannot see God until we
cut ourselves from the world
When world ends, God begins
In stillness of absolute silence
we will feel Him clearly.
That's what Gautam Buddha did.
Mind without thoughts
Senses inactive
is the key to eternal bliss.
30.09.2021
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