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Zombie

Mindlessly I will follow every trend.
Controlled in all I do by appetite.
Pursue it single-minded to the end.
But new things mean I cannot rest at night.

We both know there are many just like me
Who, if you don’t look close might seem alive.
Who hunger to possess all that we see.
Who think we need all things just to survive.

I search for what I want, not what I need.
And what I grasp will never be released.
There’s always more on which I long to feed.
My hunger’s such that it will never cease.

Consuming like a zombie to the core,
No matter what I have, I still want more.

Japanese Beetles

Don’t be fooled, they carry 
nothing of the Orient’s allure.
These voracious beetles,
if they had the appetite, 
might easily bring down 
the loftiest sequoia.

Depraved sexual deviants,
they deflower helpless roses
in broad daylight; and, like
Medieval artisans of yore
turn hardy zinnias into
empty-ribbed cathedral windows.

Their shells are hard like 
scarabs, but charmless,
slicked with an iridescence
cheap and tacky like carnival glass.
Eager to reproduce their kind, 
they feed and copulate 
at the same time.

Sex has never lost its need
with any creature on this planet, 
least of all these pesky beetles, 
so a potent sex attractant does
the job. And even in the heat 
of destructive flames, they go
at it mindlessly one last time.

Oddly Enough

"Go along to get along" a wise man he once said
(altho' I don't concur)
but it occurred to me
neither follower nor leader be if you want to get ahead
and if the herd you stroll behind please do consider the view
(but not too closely)
yet what is worse yes you may curse
that which you step into
some believe the squeaky wheel it should be removed
(not receive the grease)
as all's smooth-run when replaced by a working one
or so it has been proved
to mindlessly open the mouth thoughtless of going kaput
(only to change feet)
it seems to me an opportunity to put a bullet in one's foot
the nail that sticks out it should be applauded
(not hammered down)
as one may fall for anything
and those who stand for something they should be rewarded
tho' possibly preaching to the choir some say it's idle chatter
(willy-nilly silly patter)
let's not forget to forgive or to live and let live
as ALL lives matter

I thought of you today

I thought of you today
And reprimanded myself
I love someone else
And you shouldn't be in my thoughts

But you're everywhere
You're in that blue butterfly I saw
Flying across the gray sky

You're that cloud shaped like a heart
Floating mindlessly into the sea up above

You're that daisy I picked
Growing through the cracks of the sidewalk

I went to that bench
In the park where we sat
Seemingly another lifetime
I can't get back

I could still feel your arm around me
I shouldn't feel it

And you love someone else
And it's not me
I wonder why we moved on so quickly

Or maybe it was just you
Finding another love
While I tried to stay in the past

I looked for the cloud again today
It was a cloudless day 
And the sun seemed halfheartedly shining 

I thought of you again
You don't think of me, do you?

Forever Thinking

I've never been a groupie, and I never ever shall be.
They mindlessly follow, no thought of their own.
They think what they're told, then call it the truth, 
But I can't follow, I must think, no matter the cost.

But when I say what I think, they cry out, they resist.
If I try to explain, it only gets worse, they can't hear me.
They're comfortable in that place of absolute knowing.
While I flounder in the realm of wonder, forever thinking.

The Empty Chair

I leave the sun-dappled autumn sidewalk, entering the office

The empty chair there lingers.
dark tendrils coiling in my mind—
my blind rage pleading for quiet healing.

flashbacks clash like striking thunder
opening buried treasures of truth.
and in that final brand searing cry
My heart reborn, mindlessly adrift in spectral mist.

I gladly depart as sleet glazes, streets so slick…..

Holy Punchers

I think hell to be like a midnight grocery store
shelves filled with burning crucifix and pestilence.
Bloody-black water up to the necks of Half-souls.
Groping mindlessly in the dark...
searching for God in brackish hopelessness. 
Flint and wooden carts colliding-
black water biters abound.

The checkout line is a turnstile 
manned by faceless- dripping things
wielding holy punchers
eternally pocking your debit card soul.
while howling      Next!

She is Lost

I know she is lost 
but those lost 
can be brought home 

I want to print 
one hundred 
missing flyers

but how she’d hate 
to be found
believes she knows 
this twisting trail 

Like her mother’s 
weary face 
awaiting a simple knock 

If I linger 
in her swelling shadow 
will I be swallowed? 

If I dispel 
my every urge 
to search and save 
will she forget me? 

If I rush 
toward her trembling arm 
golden cape draped from my neck 
will she resent me? 

Missing pets 
might stray to long 
surrounding sidewalks 
turn strange 

She is far from 
a mangy mutt 
still she prowls in pursuit 
of his fleeting praise 

How does he have her 
blindly convinced 
he is steering 
the right direction 

How does he have her 
mindlessly certain 
his hostile affection 
is truer than us 

Us who never screamed 
who seldom swore 
would not dare sneer 

It is unsettling 
to remain upset 
I have lost her 

She is the one 
trudging through 
the disorienting fog 

She is the one 
facing the perilously unknown
evergreen grove 
miles from home 

I am only the one 
who knows 
she is lost

Mowing as Meditation

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)

Where did the time go?

I lay down, already twenty-
two. Memories of years past
flood in-  it was like a
month ago I visited New
York. No, a year?

Where did the time go?

I ponder while mindlessly scrolling,
instinctively-  unaware of what I
see. Hours of hours seeking the
small hits of dopamine that seep
into my brain.

Oh, that’s right-  addicted
to my phone, unaware the
Earth sped up its rotation,
days shorter and 
shorter,
filled by gray screens 
in this blue world.

The Inkling

I have an inkling 
My writing is winking
At me behind my back
Or maybe its just blinking, 
Mindlessly thinking
While wrinkling up
My tiny universe
By tinkering
And intermingling
The real and the false~
I hear a clinking,
A chilling kind of whistling;
What is that stinking prickling 
I can feel bristling 
Up and down my spine?

Stellar endings

Afloat in a river of stars,
Ecstasy knits the raft of thoughts,
A destination is what I seek,
Sailing away mindlessly, expecting the waters to speak.

The water calmly paves the way ahead,
As the fog of disturbance clears.
Hesitation takes bravery’s stead,
A detour that feeds on our fears.

Darkness fills the air,
It shadows the glorious sheen.
The magnificent aurora- my trail ahead,
Now had been swept off the scene.

Left with no light and soul within,
An icy breeze blankets this shell of mine.
Out speaks a voice so thin,
‘Endings are where new things begin.’

Too Young

Aren't I too young to burn,
here I am again, waiting for my turn.
Never knew this is what it meant,
trying hard not to let my faith bend.

Can't life be easy, like swift waves in motion,
tired of keeping my head high even in this commotion.
Shielding myself every step of the way,
I gazed upon the moon, its pallor in dismay.

A plethora of concerns, too much to endure,
Now, even caring seems like an arduous lure.
This ceaseless burden weighs heavy, never-ending,
how much my heart could take after every mending

Awaiting moments to transform into memories,
as only they possess the essence of eternity.
well! unnoticed by those around, I strain,
A human, I hear my own heart's wrenching pain.

Please just let it be, exhausted of laying fronts,
My fragments possess finite bounds
mindlessly yearning for someone to comprehend my lore,
I hope I never encounter the threshold, where mending exists no more.

Kill with kindness

The quotes say's kill them with kindness,
so you offer the most righteous kind of kindness you can,
And they take that kindness that you so carefully cultivated and nurtured,
And with gates wide open you allow them to freely pick from your kindness Orchard,
But through arrogance and greed they take advantage of this act of kindness,
Taking more and more until the Orchard is bare of ripeness and brightness 
That kindness you gave has now become your weakest weakness,
A weakness they've taken full advantage of with such boldness,
And now they unleash an assault of venomous vileness,
Because you're consciously depriving them of a kindness,
That they once helped themselves too that they picked from mindlessly,
And now they act surprised to see,
That there's nothing left to pick from the Orchards kindest kindness tree,
They are left hungry craving the fondness of The Orchards kindness,
Which it gave so willingly so blindly so kindly, The kindness Orchard will one day Bloom again divinely,
But the gates will never again sit open idly, 
They will only open to guests that are chosen much more wisely.

Fated

And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy unfolds unscripted. And then once more. The chronological avalanche swift recall swipes quickly to next. Where I have been, never again, yet reminiscent, always. Trails erased and failed anew. Aging days no longer brighter, burning coals dim to ash till heat demise.

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                erosion attitude
season’s grind edges away

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