Total passivity
Seems to me a relevant strategy
To confront the humiliation that is offered to the large
But some would say small world of askers
All kinds of believers in their right to demand something
Who can’t stop asking and expect hoping
Don't ask, don’t beg and don't ingratiate
This is what they expect from you
To bring you down forever
At best case scenario
Applicants are put in line
For a bowl of mushroom soup with crackers
Do what they don't expect
Don't do anything, don't ask
And I promise you the time will come
When it will be their turn to ask
Let them ask and they’ll answer themselves
Gradually there’ll be more questions
But the answers will be fewer and simpler
The sunrises and sunsets will come and go
Silence will produce the most pleasant of problems
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How to make the neat little bin
For the used tea bags.
PASSIVITY
looking
passing through
an idealised
alternative
sensibiliy
meditates
on the
entirety
a
denial
of
a
discernble
imposition
diverse
constraints
in
the
rigorous
recognition
of the literal
possibility
of insight
such
a
reflective
stumulation
in
a considered
framework
both
authentic & justified
In second grade, Romeo wrote me a love note, confessing his feelings toward me and asking if I felt the same. "Check yes or no" was written on the bottom, along with three empty boxes. (A "maybe" one was an afterthought, which made the decision easy.)
Maybe we would date,
play a game of chase,
hold hands at recess,
and sit together on the bus.
~Just the two of us~
Maybe we would run away,
get married,
have babies,
and live happily ever after.
Maybe....
When I handed it back, he smiled at me, crossed out "maybe," and emphasized "yes or no?"
Coyly I couldn't confess my interest in writing,
so I chose "no."
Maybe "no" meant "yes"
and "yes" meant "no."
Maybe he didn't know.
Maybe I'd never know him.
4-1-2021
For want of full virtuous zeal oligarchs thrive
Against deserving clamor for brighter ideals;
And perennially trampled commoners groan
Under weight no inured villain distantly feels.
Bereft of real fighting energy better humans
Give in to the more determined aims to slay
Life's fairer side and reward villainy's titans;
Enabling winds that fuel evil's choking sway.
Vice is a flightless bird cast in wingless youth;
And his bold victims must know this total truth:
Kind men unwilling to act knit wing and plume
That latently promote all enemy gall and fume.
And culpable crime's not by commission alone,
But by hesitations to clip his spiraling webs too;
They're held to have fired with the outlaw’s gun,
Quiet eyes that see the victim thus cruelly gone.
Even much more to blame is the idle watcher,
Than cold-blooded hands that steal or torture.
with the
interaction
of mist
and heat,the
langorous
humidity
is everywhere,
moisture..
..prevails.
slowing
down
life to a crawl,
wrapped
all around
by the mundane..
time
stands
......still