I believe life owed me no more than a chance,
at times my failures were of my own making.
Often times I’ve procrastinated at first glance,
and missed what God intended for my taking.
I deposited opportunities on the stove’s back burner,
with intent to address them some future day.
This wouldn’t happen to an astute discerner,
inattention always demanded a price i pay.
Sometimes but once an opportunity came ,
and then God gave it to one more deserving.
I faced the mirror with my finger of blame,
without hope of the opportunity returning.
Time is critical in making good decisions,
get it right the first time, life grants no revisions.
Paint on a brush never dries,
for it's compulsion never dies.
A painting is never done, in an artist's eyes.
it's only left a-hanging, until others arise,
that sway away attention, to what's there besides.
Love like art, is never a game won, nor a goal.
It takes many touch ups to stop it growing cold.
For inattention is what's forsaken in love's lost soul.
When love's art is abandoned, it gathers dust and mold,
and never gets refreshed, with wet paint brushes, on hold.
Intention scorns inattention
~ as do old age and dementia
Failed Marriages
Written: by Miracle Man
5/12/2024
Many marriages are failures due to one’s inattention,
and it wasn’t either party’s lack of plan or intention.
But from the start,
they drifted apart.
Because neither party would seek God’s intervention.
He had a sneaky tongue,
it bent around his molars
like a serpentine noodle.
His Adams apple
was an ever-shifting abacus
that calculated words
as if they were untethered beads.
Mathematics were his
clinical persuasion,
a laudable science
he hammered
into a sterile
impregnable language
for bespectacled cyborgs,
for he (the Bradly),
daily taught snotty tykes
who ponged of sticky,
childish proclivities.
Some teach, some
kill the ozone of eager minds.
We kids and Mr. Bradly
were never meant
for each other,
but he did instruct us
in the oily arts of
disinterest,
indifference,
and inattention.
“By Design”
By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious freedoms
part of ours, under cover
in our infected delirium
dissolving over-rated
control and power
dissolving
food for thought
dissolving
seconds in minutes
in hours
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“I divide
In the sky
In the seams
Between the beams
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other …”
delirium.
“The CAM diagnostic algorithm evaluates four key features of delirium: 1) Acute Change in Mental Status with Fluctuating Course, 2) Inattention, 3) Disorganised Thinking, and 4) Altered Level of Consciousness.”
intradimensional -v- interdimensional
To ponder why,
In deep dismay
To Daydreaming in the stream of consciousness
Mixed in mind and heart desires
That detaches from current task and test,
Don’t quit your daydream
Trance aid fantasy
Intervision encapsulates me
Hallucination musing
Don’t quit your daydream
Imagining inattention gathers
Inattentiveness woolgathering preoccupation
Don’t quit your daydream
Emotional brooding
Obliviousness engrossment
absentmindedness Self-absorption
absence of mind
staring into space
abstraction
Don’t quit your daydream
lack of concentration lack of application
figment of the imagination
unrealizable dream Home is castle in the air
Wishful thinking fond hopes Self-absorption
Wishing upon…
Whatever it is Don’t quit your daydream
11/22/2022
For Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
wind whispers her inattention
as I stand staring at you
looking into an open window
that doesn't seem to be breathing any air
i reach for your pureness
imagining what could appear
the hollow of the daylight
hidden in the darkness
attempting to disappear
I stroke your amiable cheek
kissing you softly
without hesitation nor fear
the keys on the piano play in the background
alternating from black then white
alluring, as darkness is to light
a sensual serenity succumbing
to feeling, we both know
is right
your head rests upon my shoulder
I whisper my attention
holding on
forever tight
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.
Exhaustion drips its weary head
Shrouding me with desolate apparel
A forlorn wardrobe of melancholy blues
Colors of emotional peril.
Indifference holds my body still
Unconcerned with the cold
Distant journeys in my thoughts
Apathy strong in its hold.
Nonchalance a steady companion
Detaching me from reality
Unaroused by what’s in front of me
I’ve lost all sense of vitality.
Inattention stands unyielding
Unwilling to make way for diligence
Insensitivity plants a seed
Growing strong in its militance.
Numbness gnaws away at my spirit
Paralyzed from its greed
Dulled by life’s anesthesia
I lack the passion to be freed.
My mind is in confusion
I think there's been an intrusion.
The things I see are just an illusion
and I am seeking a solution
Before I'm overwhelmed with emotion.
In my mind, there's a combination
of possession
of obsession
of aggression
Something has blurred my vision
and has lowered my ambition
I don't know right now if this is a confession
it's been a while since our last short session
But, I believe there's been a deviation
and a disassociation
*Stop all communication.
*There has been a breach in the information.
*Alternative initiation.
*New determination.
*Protocol transition.
System reboot: New variation
/: No more distraction
Subject isolation
/: No more frustration
Lose passion,
Lose affection,
Lose foundation.
System configuration
New partition.
Other personality integration.
Could not delete all old files, system malfunction.
Conclusion
Now I am an amalgamation of silence and communication.
an accumulation of inattention and consideration.
a combination of relaxation and agitation.
articulation of imagination and exaggeration.
So, what's your recommendation?
Never know what lays unseen till you dare
Exit through the door I have feared so long
Weaving such a tale that has no compare
Beautiful destruction my life's theme song
Each time I boldly rise from the wreckage
Ghosts I thought laid to rest try to follow
Inattention quells their silent message
Not known to balk or in pity wallow
New cities and places excitation
Inside me grows, my soul's motivation
Needs constant motion without cessation
Great things are possible all in their time
Savoring all moments lightens the climb
01/22/2021
New beginnings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Many people spend their days
With total inattention
To any music, which to me
Defies my comprehension.
The radio’s flipped on as soon
As I get out of bed
And plays all day except for times
The TV’s on instead.
From classical to blues to rock
My world is filled with song
And only when there’s music
Do I feel that I belong.
Without some melody, a home
Is quiet as a tomb
But with those notes surrounding me,
My spirits start to bloom.
Whisper in my ear, without my permission
Aimless, entertaining, aiding inattention
Pleasures of the world fill my desires
Vision unclear as I play with the fire
Double edged sword dealing with habits
Mind on the run as if it were a rabbit
Dismissing the need for prioritization
Psyche saturated through over-stimulation
Time passes by, and you won't even notice
Success or failure depends on your focus
Miscellaneous Tidbits
By Tom
Stupidity
A trait for which medical science has found no cure.
Full of Dregs
Ever look at a drop of water under a microscope?
I imagine our lives appear much the same in God’s eye.
A Pancake’s Two Sides
One thing worse than never having enough,
is never having any.
Call It Individuality
Just as there are opposite sides to each coin,
There also are opposing views to your every idea.
Intelligence Bests Speed
Leading the pack isn’t necessarily being faster than the other dogs,
Sometimes it’s knowing where the shortcuts are!
There are two ways of doing every task,
The way you prefer it, and the way you get it.
More people are fleeced through inattention,
than by their lack of knowledge.
You may criticize the results,
But you have to praise my effort.
The source that has grub staked me to life,
will one day declare my note is due.
Then our debt will either be marked “paid in full”
or “weighed in the balance and found wanting”
I fail in getting the desired answer,
because most times I’m asking the wrong question.
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