Three cretinous judges, have commited to
The slaughter.' Of the B C Ostriches what?
Such a crime and dis-order.' Who knows these
Sleazball black robed ghouls? Who pours
Their water, man its so un-cool who tends
Theif hair who would shake their hand? Who
Would be their neighbor? Who can approve of
Their plans.?
Numb.... Lonely
Staring at the same gloomy rain
dripping down 2 different
window panes
over 300 miles away
Feeling alone & ashamed,
full of regret because of how
we hehaved
but not giving up
bc this Actual, Magical,
One of a kind love
is just too unfathomable
to not crave
its right there out of our reach,
our plans, wants & goals
so easy to speak
but walls of fear deadlock life's gears,
and we rolled backwards
without even realizing we were
so far gone,
my dear
we did this together
but you gotta honestly tell me
if climbing back up w. me by your side
is going to be too heavy
I can only love you if you let me
I need you just as much,
You're the only one that gets me
and accepts me,
and my damaged beyond repair, crazy drug addicted brain
we drive eachother insane
but it could be so much different
we can be happier than ever
its an uncontrollable animal instinct
I wish that whenever you got mad
you'd just shut up & kiss me
before the bullet filled words
rip through my heart
& every single one hits me
like im marked with a bulls eye
all we need is stability,
but the chaos continuously emerges instantly
Since the mind dwells on tense well past,
Endlessly over-analyzing, happenstance recast,
Ignore the mind, let awareness be, let it grow.
Learn to feel, live in the mindless ways your senses know.
Warm to breath, the waft of breeze in your hair.
Feel warmth of sun, the texture of things laid bare.
No need to grasp, claw, dwell, gather or cling.
Let each sense come-in, and be whatever it can bring.
For pain will come, go, and then slip away.
Pleasure too is fleeting, not longing to stay.
Come what may, enjoy, revile, welcome all-in with glee.
Be here, be now, be aware, from a doting mind-set, set free.
I’m nowhere but in my mind.
this year is ending and a lot of things have come to my senses. My love life has been going in a spiral, no one really appreciates my love.
Yet , I yearn and desire to fall deeply in love. I never can win when it comes to relationships because in this society, love isn’t a word.
Lust seems to fit more , it is rather quite sad cause some people are not for such foolish things.
I am the percent of people .. not because people don’t love, the fact i have been bind to receive no love.
My heart has been filled with hatred and anger for years. Yet, within me there is so much love to give.
My eyes burn with seeing the reality of life. Some come and go as natural. Ah , for those who see you to your fullest are the ones you cherish.
I’m watching a new path of life come before me, will i walk on it ? I would hope so to see what is in store.
they sit in front of the screen,
blue light buzzing in their skulls,
plastic guns in Facebook hands,
outside, the sirens wail like hungry dogs,
the streets are cracked veins bleeding,
somewhere, a boy is learning to hate.
fists swing in school hallways,
knives flick open like second thoughts,
a mother checks the news,
sees another name,
another body,
another child gone.
we teach them how to kill before they learn to live,
show them war before we show them love,
give them bullets before we give them books.
men in suits count the profits,
smile as the numbers climb,
another war, another market,
another grave to dig.
and the kids, they dream in gunfire,
grow up with bruised knuckles,
hollow hearts,
laugh at the blood on their hands.
when did the world decide
that dead boys make good business,
that broken minds are easy to control?
turn off the screen.
open the window.
teach them something else.
My mind is busy almost every hour,
but I let go when I'm in bed or in the shower.
How I love to turn off my mind and let it drift
as mystical sources offer me a gift -
a poem or words for a friend spring from the void,
an empty playground inspirations oft enjoyed,
while, as expressions, the light of day they seek,
so now my gentle heart gets a chance to speak,
straight from inside when my brain's control has ceased,
as, at last, my mind becomes a sleeping beast,
and I join fully in the human spirit's feast.
I’ve written about it before
Because it’s just so interesting
The way the mind works doing mindless chores
As I zigzag in and out of trees mowing the arboretum.
Sometimes there’s a pattern I follow.
But usually, it’s a sporadic dance
Of split second decisions
Weaving around as the moment dictates.
Then sometimes something rare happens,
Or rather doesn’t happen,
And I find myself completely out of mind
Mindlessly mowing, turning and twisting in random motion.
And it’s in these rare moments
That I find freedom,
Or at least get a taste,
Of what it’s really like to be free.
I catch myself then of course,
And return to some semblance of mindful mowing,
I am after all merely human
Human all too human.
(7/6/24)
Furiously the flurries fly. Attached to wall, me on phone.
My Dad makes tracks, and I wonder at the dashing of snow that cools
Mindless chatter. Aspiring flames leap from chimney, as wind moans.
The feeling is neutral if not numb;
to the fact that most dogs are now rather dumb.
They waddle and limp to whoever has food,
regardless of thought or apparent mood,
led by hungers conjured and imbued.
Forgetting to hunt, they now excrete and eat all day,
mumbling and barking with nothing to say.
Viewed from my window
don't bother, they're here
the point of it all?
Omicron
He has arrived
to eat the ignorant
a few cells mutate
more intelligence
than the masses
who murder their neighbors
since when have truck drivers
become virologists?
At times He shouts to clear his throat, AHEM!
We are the phlegm.
Puffs of dandelion dust,
ignoring life, allowing hearts to rust.
Each day we rush upon ourselves,
shelving more decisions,
piercings and incisions,
in the side of eyelids, nose, and tongue.
unknowing victims, of
what we know not from.
beaming like returning martyrs,
blown to Kingdom Come.
matter splattered, gut ache or remorse;
no age is better for it; no age worse.
it’s what we choose to look at now;
it is our Holy Cow.
maybe sin is in the looking,
maybe in the not,
eyes averted;
disaster flirted with,
Mr./ Mrs. Smith,
composite couple;
doubling our efforts
to keep up, win the cup;
get the bowl;
satisfy a never-filling hole.
Our procedure is to marry;
double-feature of our troubled futures;
sutures for the wounds inflicted
in a psyche so conflicted;
we sit for hours and hours
hours and hours, paying folks
to analyze the guiltiness of flowers.
We simply grow, didn’t you know;
afraid of what we have created.
Frankensteins,
so overrated, - tall,
but not so unrelated after all.
stuffed with self, extruded
he staggered, drunk selfish
unable to hear,
unable to imbibe the context.
blinded by mirrors reflecting
distorted selfies in a slide show,
content with mindfulness
walking on the beach, he tripped
fell forward, distracted,
fell face-down, mindless,
limp and unimpeded,
no hands caught his fall,
leaving his mask, full-facial
and expression-less,
a self-portrait impression
a blip embedded in the sand.
Life is a saga of suffering
Selfishness stings
Harsh words hurt
Past pains pounds
Mind is miserable
Thoughts torment
Tears take a toll on you
Peace is lost
But life must be lead
Tasks to be finished
Crying hampers health,
How to be happy?
I finally found a simple solution
Complete concentration
At the task in front
Mind and senses at the moment
Observing, feeling, enjoying
No thoughts, no pain
Calmness, joy and bliss
Past is dead like previous births
Future an illusion
This moment in front
Waiting to be lived, enjoyed
To allow it to slip away in thoughts
Stupidity
Serving no purpose
A wonderful world waiting to be enjoyed
Enjoying it by living every moment fully
Permeates peace
Promotes joy.
18.05.2021
For What Brings You Peace by Chantelle Anne Cooke
1st place
Centered on the tipping point of an unsure foundation
Time transfers the vibration of light from a closed receptacle
I see a bright star descending into the depths of unchartered
lands, chaotic waves and hurricane force winds, gorging its roots
into the dirt, the gravel, the impenetrable rock of stubbornness
and angst.
Mimicking a seed planted in the center of the earth, it begins
the journey…………..
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