A nightmare but oh this “great” team
Loves making the suffering scream
There’s no place to hide
While those on this ride
Think they’ll resurrect Hitler’s dream
Even if tears run down your cheeks and struggle to dry,
Even if your thoughts wander in search of a loving past,
There still remain the memories of each day that everything can recall,
Scenes of love that often overwhelm you despite the sadness.
Even if the days are sometimes a path of distress and pain,
Not losing your footing, returning to life hurts — you must let the veil fall.
Even if you’ve lost the desire for celebration, for being king or queen to others,
Learn to live again, write letters of your finest thoughts to the stars.
May they become messengers of unique moments offered to the beyond.
Lay down your arms and let yourself be carried by the wind, a breath, a breeze.
Nothing fades, like a dust of the universe sprinkling our steps.
Let yourself be cradled by a spring of life so the wounds may heal.
Sometimes still you overflow with pain and your heart is sorrowful.
Soothe your soul to let the most beautiful moments take flight.
Tame this darkness to offer the brightest face to your loved ones.
Keep rays of sunshine in the hollow of your hands… Even If…
Joël Charvillat.
They sell us a closet and call it a suite,
With views of the garbage that rots on the street.
The "sun-drenched" appeal is a bulb in the hall,
And "charming" just means that the ceiling might fall.
We barter our heartbeats for four plaster walls,
Ignoring the unknown collector who calls.
The ledger is hungry, the paycheck is thin,
A game where the tenants are unable to win.
So listen to prophets with gloves on their hands,
Who shouted the truth to the deaf, city lands.
It echoes in hallways where dreams go to die:
The rent is, frankly, too damn high.
While biking uphill...
Meme: "How long will it take us there?"
Mumu: "About an hour."
When they reached the top of the hill, Meme was surprised and said, "Why did you want me here?"
Mumu: "I want you to look around and see the World."
Meme: "The winds are so strong. They are pushing me away..."
Mumu: "I wouldn't let you drop from the top where you are standing right now."
Meme: "Is there something else that I need to know or see?"
Mumu: "You are just dreaming. I am from the Underworld. Wake up now... before I eat you alive!"
The world today
Every thing at our fingertips
A meme factory
Consuming everything
And feeding everyone
A rapid endless stream
Satisfies the insatiable
For the briefest instant
But robs us all
Of lifetimes
Of discovery
And so we are initiated
Taken out of our mind
Into another
Stages of the path
Snakes and ladders
Life hacks
And buried treasure
Whatever it is that holds
Generates
And shares the meme
The light within
A hall of mirrors
Knows no bounds
And needs no introduction
And still the child discovers
Their way
Turning fear into familiarity
Confusion to wisdom
And the simple joy of following
A path
Older than time
(9/8/24)
In the realm of Solana, a gummy's in charge,
A silly meme that's living large.
It's making folks rich, breaking the mold,
Turning regular folks into millionaires bold.
A funny candy leading a financial spree,
Who'd have thought it? It's wild and free.
But in the world of crypto, anything's cool,
Even a gummy making people drool.
So chuckle along with this sweet little treat,
As it rises up, making finances sweet.
Breaking the rules, one chew at a time,
In crypto's world, where fortunes climb.
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.
like a selfie
that wasn’t taken
I’m the guy in the street
I know
you’re captioning me
from your side of the road
and the shops
with their massive eyes
are making me too viral
light of life's reflections be seen as
within minds meme-ores...easier...
than heard as some physics-call of a
ringing headache as a reflect...shun...
stan sand
life's heart of being
...'memories'...
allows an unlocking
of time as an existent
...'meme or ease'...
of mind to tip-a-fly
the minutes such that
...'me more eased'...
to see the past change
to now-consistency as a
...'meme-ore eraser'...
to reveal the origin-all
stans sand
had a potential thought...
just a 'minute ago' of
an 'encapsulated idea' ready
for a poetic discussion...
of a concept that a 'perceiver be'...
thee 'time-moment
itself' as a numerical presence...
that is an 'awareness of being'
with respect to the concept of...
a 'count knot' as a basic 'meta
for' some consciousness complexity...
where-in 'one idea' may
consume 'or' reproduce...
itself as an 'other
notion' with an appetite...
for 'change able' ideas
stans sand
Western natons lead, womens emancipation duration
Contraception..Anti-creation wealthier relating makimg
Less, so lower fabrication false elation.' House prices
Prized possesions ownership rising 70s 80s 90s got
Into the naugtys, now deflation a dragging serration fraying
Politicans are braying, demographors are playing trying to
Be God, I see its also playing; many billions still dying.'
Starvation intesifiying as with insects as susteance some are vying?
Farm land left lying; fallow..what are they just before us lie-ing?
Italy Japan France Britian Germany Ukraine depopulation decrying
I see, so where is the growth? Is it stable other countries
Can they boast? at the very most ? Is gaslighting? And ghosting? are
Its proponents false hosting ? Claims at odds I would see in the
Glare of reality.'
Some of those closest to me
are concerned my poetry
does not rhyme
every time.
I do not complain,
but try to explain
that total symmetry
is not important to me.
The meaning of a verse
is, for better or worse,
the point of a piece.
Rhymes are just grease.
Mental lubrication to let words slide by,
while I try
to impart a certain feeling,
repulsive or appealing.
This frees myself and my reader from the
tight restraint of what seems sing-song.
But maybe just this once,
I will kind of go along.
With words that we utter we wind through the day
Mortal matter we mutter as mind mules decay
Exports of odd thoughts to extremes across seas
The relief of belief spreading memes like disease
By parchment, by paper or carved into stone
By improbable chance or by one glance alone
By smoke, sound or signal, or flashing like light
Streaking into the heavens and into the night
Speeding softly unsealed and scattered for years
Seeding stellar strewn fields of celestial spheres
Leaking into the fabric that permeates space
The one tiny echo of one human race
The masters of mad mountains,
the dark dwellers of deep,
the misty myth of memory
slips into soulless sleep.
The timeless, tangled tree-tops,
the perfect placid plains,
the eyes of heirs eternal,
now bore the barraged brain.
Amidst the active androids,
sharp, scintillating screens,
the lore of lasting legends
just melds to mindless memes…
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