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I cheated when I went to the electrician school.
I don't know what I'm doing, I am truly a fool.
I always screw up every house that I wire.
When the power is turned on, people scream "Fire!"
I connect 110 volt wires to 220 outlets and 220 to 110.
When people see my work, they never hire me again.
I was foolish when I decided to wire my house too.
As it burned, I realized that it was a stupid thing to do.
I've been sued two hundred and fifty times and soon it will be two hundred and fifty-one.
When I rewired a man's house who had no insurance, he shot me in the ass with a gun.
I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree.
If you want a house that you can keep, don't hire me.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Misunderstood misrepresented misery
Spent my youth being told all the ways I am wrong
One day expected to get it all
Disconnected disassociated disgusted
A head attached to a body with warm holes for his pleasure
Smile moan shut up and open wide
These are my twenties
Lost longing lonely
These are my thirties
Rewired rejected resilient
This is late-thirties
Isolation desolation masturbation
Filling my own voids
Patching up my soul
Embracing myself
Sad scared sage
Separate
Settle no more
Seek
Self fulfillment
Safety
Security
Stars lighting up the nights sky
Start over
Somewhere new
Hopeful
Holding space
Heilung & Hecate
Brain rewired
The spine of prison rattles
Hearts harden
Hungry dogs
Chomp on the bars and the bones
Of his hope
He is lost
Dreams and fears confirm his tears
Time is gone
Guilty truths
Drizzle down his swollen cheeks
“God, I’m yours. . .
Lift my eyes
For your light is my way to
Shame my foes. . .
My clothes droop
My body slumped against death
This soul swells. . .
I need her. . .
If only you knew how much
I miss her. . .
I need You
For You have stayed here with me
Patiently. . .”
The sun peeks
His sad eyes take in the warmth
His heart melts
We are free
The sky is open to you
Now Stay Strong
9/12/2015
Words Not For The Faint Of Heart
Commemoration for those gone before
Affectation of all you continue to adore
Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war
Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor
Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate
Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state
Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate
Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate
Augmentation of the algorithm just to watch you bleeding concentration
Abdication of the firm decision to be needing an invitation
Applications that are stern in their derision of the cheapest imitation
Admiration of the vision that requires an invocation
Cosmological wonder at the formation of a star
Chronological plans asunder as the organisation takes things too far
Pedagogical pathways go under like the motorisation of the car
Methodological melodies make thunder as the applause acknowledges every bar
Broken by the aftermath of all this rhythmical thinking
Woken by a polymath of history missed while I was blinking
Spoken words meets sociopaths inside a ship that’s sinking
Token forms of telepathic silence that sees me winking
Altercations of a race in danger from dawn to dusk to midnight fire
Annexation of a border to cross when life inside becomes too dire
Amputation of a limb that has begun to gangrene and expire
Affectation that is over the top as my neurons need to rewired
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright
I left the country from where I was raised
Only to find out my whole life I was a slave.
I walked into a world, shiny and new
Where at first I did not know what to expect say or do.
It’s more beautiful than anyplace I have ever seen
But I still have old data and I am being rewired from the machine
For the place of plenty and riches is where my soul now runs
At times it can scare me when I realize what I had allowed myself to become.
But the waters are clear and the rain is pure
I must look to the light and what it has in store
Battles once returning
are suddenly burning
For time helped me heal
From the vultures that were once aloud to steal
Change is scary but what’s more scary is not to change
Pieces of this culture are becoming less and less strange.
The old way of life in that far away land
that will never compare to the joy of having fear of no man
In this place I am learning how to finally stand,
In this place I build my house on a solid rock instead of sand.
By: Sabina
New world contest
At midnight, beneath the silent crown of Mount Kailash,
I wandered alone, my eyes fixed on the vast tapestry of stars.
Then, without warning, a river of light fell from the heavens—
a radiant stream, golden and blue, draping the mountain in fire.
Figures appeared, human in shape but woven from pure white light,
walking, yet floating, descending without sound.
No words escaped their lips, yet my mind heard their voices.
Telepathy—sharp, clear, undeniable.
“We are the Anunnaki,” they said,
“keepers of the Milky Way belt.
Earth is our living laboratory.
From time to time, we come
to give tasks to those prepared.”
In a blink, I was lifted to the mountain’s peak.
Laid face down, I felt their touch upon my spine—
a spark, a flood of static fire racing through me.
I was powerless, yet strangely awake,
as if my soul was rewired.
“You are one of our chosen antennas,” they whispered,
“a bridge between frequencies,
a vessel through which hidden knowledge will flow.
At times you will appear, at times you will vanish,
but always, you remain our instrument.”
Then, as suddenly as they came,
they returned me to the path where they found me.
The light faded, the night grew still.
Yet the question burns:
How did Zechariah Sitchin know?
How did he see what few dare believe?
And why, when people say I am visible and invisible,
do I now understand—
I am simply a human antenna.
she stood on an empty bucket with a tight noose around her neck
when doubts crept in through a hole in the bottom of the rusty vat
naked she was twisted torn with defeat tattooed into a punctured heart
vacant echoes of darkness played a symphony in search a broken record
on desiccated skin she had painted all regrets in bright orange crayons
scratched it over with charcoal and waited for final accords of freedom
a mistuned guitar offered Nirvana but an accordion drew out suspense
screechy fiddles bowed to the drum beat calling for tranquil surrender
slit wrists oozed sorrowed blood on transition to redemption and closure
the kitchen smelled of gas as her match stick legs gathered last strength
she had not eaten for weeks and trusted liquor had been her only companion
if only she could overcome apathy and inhibition to pitch up her courage
but her arteries refused to relinquish blood for fatigue to settle for broke
the vessel stood rock solid on shaky grounds of a tiled kitchen floor and
she wondered whether the rope was a rubbery pendulum waiting to snap
and therefore she hesitated at the threshold between paradise and hell
well she pondered I’ve got that one out of the system I might as well live
off my list now I know how it feels like to hand over the conductor’s baton
if my inner audience hesitates to cast the final curtain the show must go on
when she refrained from muting an orchestra she faded for silence to grow
she almost tripped the fuse but severed the cord and rewired her feelings
to align with the desperate reason that life on the edge was better than death
13th November 2020
Do online courses work? For your mind?
Wake up. Work. Languish. Sleep
Wake up. Struggle. Dissatisfied. Sleep
Wake up. Depressed. Sleep, repeat
It’s suffocating in the mind
Whatever was taking away my inner peace day after day
was a costly affair
I was becoming a toxic piece of grudges
the excruciating pain, wasn’t subsiding
I was counting on myself to rise again and I was reading atomic habits for it
Then I enrolled in a healing and manifestation course online
And I started the therapy within,
accepting the pain as a subsidized power
Of healing and health
I slowly groped inside my hideous self
To find that trigger and owned it
I initiated my thinking for the present
Dumping the melancholy of the past
And the anxiety of the future.
I did pain body meditation
the storm was still raging, the dilemma’s still pertinent
But I was moist in my oasis hydrated in my cognitive resonance
I rewired my inner engineering
unguarded my senses, dumping the prerogatives
Cuddling my awareness, flowing in oneness
With the ephemeral, the ethereal.
I practiced non judgement non resistance
Because you know all pains are psychosomatic
It’s not my body, It’s my mind
It’s not the present , It’s the past
It’s not the situation, it’s the emotion
It’s not my relationships, it’s my past experiences
I told my stuck emotions to leave sooner than later.
Then when I opened my eyes
I love bombed everything
My laptop, my eyes, My quintessence, my hair
My mousse, my serum ,My writing fanfare ,
I’m not giving my self worth in anyone else’s hand like a costly glassware
I invite shame and failure to revisit me like evening guests
But I don’t pamper them- I just sit there watching them have a monologue
It’s liberating
I’m future pacing success
I’m healing and I’m manifesting
Iam …..becoming!
Light is ….beckoning!
Wake up , focus, feel good , sleep
Wakeup, accepting, calmer, sleep
Wakeup with purpose, inner peace, meditative sleep
Do online courses work? For your mind?
This one is working!
I fell asleep
Dreaming of desire
Inflamed by fire
That love inspired
In decadent attire
Lucidity rewired
Balancing highwires
Frequently supplied
What transpired
between
Glowing sapphires
between
Calling a ceasefire
between
Raging bonfires
between
A lovers fire
between
Unfolding desires
I fell asleep
Dreaming of desire
Inflamed by fire
That love inspired
In decadent attire
Lucidity rewired
Balancing highwires
Frequently supplied
What transpired
between
Glowing sapphires
between
Calling a ceasefire
between
Raging bonfires
between
A lovers attire
between
Unfolding desires
(Unfinished)
Soon the sun will shine
Through the east facing blinds
I haven't worked in seven months
Yet, I rise every day before him
And write a poem or two
The ceiling fan wobbles
Finches, sparrows and a cooing dove
Greet the dawn
Sweet morning love
Best time for me
Should be waking up in cooler climes
Shoulda been coulda been woulda been
Gone by now
But for this old house
Drug off a mountain top
From a mining camp
That got scraped away
And dumped across the highway
Miner's shack really
Bought it for about
One year's teaching salary
In 1995
Kept all its 100 year old doors
Crystal doorknobs and skeleton key locks
Stripped away the lath and plaster
Took out some walls, moved another
Replummed, rewired
Refinished wood floors
Put down some maple
Added on some rooms
Guarded it all with white pickets
It has it's charm
Why I fought to keep it
Quit my job in Vegas
Retired altogether
So I could stay here
I don't know
Funny like that
Usually don't care
Pretty good at it
But this old house in this old town
I do
Although right now I wish I were
Dwellung somewhere north
Grand Tetons,Yellowstone, Glacier
Somewhere cold
Got my eldest daughter in Montana
But I'm here near my youngest
And her baby
Son just got back from Kuwait
He and my favorite daughter in law
Coming to visit from NY
Wants her dad here for barbeque Wednesday
Golf, then dinner out and a pub crawl Thursday
She's good to my son--good to everyone really
Si she gets what she wants
I'll put a shine on the place
Marinate a prime rib for the big easy
Buy her tequila, his whiskey, some beer
And get a tee time
I'm happy
I could be snuggled up in the cold
On a pine scented morning
Be fishing before the sun hits the water
But no one would come see me
Guess I'd fight again
For this old house
Sun's beating the blinds
It's garbage day
Gotta drag out the bin
Two whole bags
Higher trash fee now than
When the house was full
(Sigh)