Life is so often very ordinary
with things to do, so that's mundane
but they just must be done
without them life wouldn't be the same
Shopping has to be done weekly
for them we couldn't eat
some food we like, others not
our tastes vary just like our feet
Sometimes we've got responsibilities
to support loved ones at home
they need medicine or special drinks
or even just to recite a poem
Our vehicles need to be checked upon
so we can drive them every day
fill up with fuel for a journey
keep them clean and tidy on the way
There's so much to be done
we need to be healthy and so fit
then these mundane things of life
are done and so we don't quit
The morning spills its liquid light,
A clockwork bird takes silent flight.
I fold the sheets, I brew the tea,
And tether my wild soul to me.
The porcelain cup, the silver spoon,
A quiet dance that frees the moon.
These little loops of thread and twine
Are what preserve this mind of mine.
When chaos howls, and skies turn red,
And gravity forgets my head,
I turn the knob, I sweep the floor,
And find the strength to breathe once more.
The mundane acts, a sacred chain,
That catch me as I fall through rain.
In spinning plates and polished glass,
I watch the darkest shadows pass.
A simple rhythm, ticking slow,
The only anchor that I know.
It saved me from the endless deep,
The gentle hours I wake and sleep.
Others will always take a little notice,
When you go missing, they look for you like potus.
These feet plod. This heart
Heavier drags
Less motivated, whose mire
Of foul greeds through.
Filled up with creatures
With claws for hands.
Who, sinking deeper not one
Glint, gratified
Thereout is shown too ,upeyed.
Devil's outlands!
I’m mundane and you are not
You’re full of excitement
I lack the vividness you’ve got
What a misalignment
You're expressing interest
To the breaking news
While I set my mind at rest
Cause it did refuse
Eat the rubbish multiplied
To the great extent
Better be mundane than tied
To an endless end.
A bold vision takes shape in her husband’s mind
crowds out the mundane
Wondering if the world is ready to embrace it
will it be boon, or will it be bane? …
Though driving his wife nearly insane
Adding ‘pay husband extra attention’
to her joyous day of ~
doing three full loads of laundry
carpooling to three different schools
supervising homework assignments
dusting, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming
preparing three meals for a family of six
and washing
the dirty dishes ~
Thank God for the mundane
for keeping the wife’s vision plain
The voice within, a whisper bruised,
Fights the noise the world has used
To carve a man from primal bone
To cage the beast, to leash the lone.
The mind, a mat where wars unfold,
Instincts wild, but nurtured cold.
They tame him not with chains or rods,
But with applause and wooden Gods.
He wears the mask, rehearsed and tight,
Performs by day, forgets by night.
Painted smiles, a jester’s role
Each laugh, a wounded soul.
Temptation hangs like a golden fruit,
But plucked, it tastes of ash and soot.
He dances for a wage, a name,
A line in ledgers, rank and fame.
Rituals rot in daily spin,
A prayer to clocks, a suit for sin.
Validation, the new divine,
Poured like wine to numb decline.
Frustration bubbles, seeks escape,
But lids get screwed in human shape.
No scream escapes the echo’s hold,
The cage is warm, the bars are gold.
A one-way street with silent bends,
From cradle’s cry to coffin ends.
And what shall grace his stone in sleep?
“He lived to please. He died too deep.”
Wakey, wakey!
The buzz from my advanced THRITY THREE TEN seem to yell
Opened windows slapped aging mango leaves on my face
Monday already? Morning already?
Granny’s creaking chair again!
Savoring with folks of mine the bland toast with juicy old gossip, mom’s warm smile
Welcomed into my everyday worn out NIKE with pain
Unending miles, but starts with a mile.
The bus took forever to come
Even when it came two minutes, fifty-seven seconds earlier,
Latest gossip rent the air, formally strangers banded like long lost brothers
Monday already? Morning already?
Of course, the day went by quietly as usual
The honking of tired vehicles continually pierced my ears
It seems like the beggars made a fortune again
Afternoon ended, the sun is setting.
Inspiration Mode: LOADING
Obviously, this early dinner has become part of us
Worth it though, because I was stolen by a dreamless sleep…
Wakey, wakey!
Morning already?
I fall in love with the sky time after time again.
Perhaps that is how I learned to love so hard,
To love so much,
And never expect anything in return.
I fell in love first with something ever changing;
Nothing can disappoint me after that.
If I could follow
The blue kite soars in the sky
Escape the mundane
In light of it all
In light of the mundane
the obtuse nature of the
*****sapiens
the willingness to adhere
my soul delights in
belief in dreams manifesting
balance universally formed
in mustard seeds and eternal springs
things yet unseen
a ladybug’s touch
plucked four leaf clovers
who can know
who can cast foreshadows in-
in light of it all
in in light of the mundane
Is it me? Is it real?
The feelings that I feel…
never seem to match
the world around me.
What if I’m lost in time,
wrapped up in some sublime
cosmic poet’s next attempt
at melancholy?
I don’t ever feel at home,
most times would rather be alone.
I’m broken, yeah I know
cuz I don’t change things.
Maybe I’m just out of place,
running long in the wrong race,
or maybe I’m no good
at understanding.
But what if the way I feel
though I’m told, “it isn’t real”,
is tied to something more
than what we see?
What if the lives we live
and the efforts that we give
are based upon a script
that’s cockamamie?
Then who’s right and who is wrong?
Guess I’ll simply play along
and do the best I can
with how I feel.
And I guess we’ll wait and see
how this all turns out to be,
when we finally learn…
just what is real.
Does it matter what you do
or matter what you say?
Does anything mean anything
when you live Groundhog Day?
Is there a way to please the Gods
so that they’ll let you go?
Or maybe there’s no point at all.
Perhaps it’s just a show.
But what else can you do
if you find you’re stuck in this scene.
You have to just keep going
and hope you will find the thing
that they are wanting you to learn.
You have to find a way
to end the drama, check the box…
and escape Groundhog Day.
Sun ray sneaking up through the leaves,
Paving the way towards me hiding a story up in the sleeves.
A freshly brewed coffee in an undiscovered café,
While a heartfelt letter to a disputed man living the cliché.
A secluded place surrounded by every lover's dismay,
Completed by their unconditional love in display.
The sweet dreams are strangling my present days,
While the feeling of once felt love is left in haze.
The shining sun of different unknown places,
Hiding the constant doubt of fading those traces.
The heart-wrenching memories are in an attic now,
While nonchalance is the new reality somehow.
The once walked path is now a whole new lane,
While following it will lead to the same old shame.
Customized
Custom requires behaviors which
Usually are good for us, but
Sometimes it is better if we
Think
Outside the box and
Make different choices and use our
Imagination to add
Zest to our lives so that
Every day
Doesn't become mundane
I’m waiting at the bus stop.
It’s beautiful for some reason.
I’m embarrassed to think that it’s beautiful because it’s mundane.
It’s called a bus “stop.”
But there is movement everywhere.
Fingers moving from text to text.
I erase that in my mind because it’s corny.
I don’t have a pen, just my phone.
I can type on my phone, but that would make me weird.
Writing about a bus stop feels silly.
So I just stand there, tapping my feet.
I put in headphones.
And listen.
My surroundings sparkle even more.
Musical reflection connecting to a bus stop…
I wish I could come up with something better to write about.
The bus arrives.
The bus stops.
I give up my seat, and stand where everyone can see me.
I listen to a pop song about love and other things.
I had given up my seat to a man with a cane.
I wonder what his story is.
He’s just an ordinary person.
In an ordinary seat.
But I can’t help but smile.
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