each day
is my living wake
I wish you cared
& they weren't fake
my eyes are dry
tears made of dust
never mind
no one's fussed
all the f"cks
& suppressed damns
are my quiet poetry slams
rotate the fear
rearrange
the dread
ego & id
are well fed
days unlived
nights unslept
scarcity of love is kept
no howls of pain
but they twist & turn
retina & eyelids burn
tunnel vision
bottlenecks
sort through
my personal effects
recalibration
set in stone
through it all
I felt alone
reaching out
with brightly coloured gem
fear itself
I couldn't stem
hold the image
lock in view
lose balance
as all askew
life made up
of pretty rubble
but I'll commit
to be no trouble
From the moment i rise
i hear fresh coffee
perking in the hotel room,
with such an awakening aroma
I gaze out my window
overlooking Daytona Beach,
people have already
staked claims on the beach
with lawn chairs and
large umbrella
The healthy jog along the water
not too close to pull them into
the rolling tides
that roll gently in
leaving white foam and
souvenirs with their travels
As i walk onto the beach
I can taste the salt
rolling in from unknown lands
as it contrasts with my coffee
My bare feet sink into the wet sand
i watch tiny bubbles form
as the sand breaths beneath my weight
I stand
consumed by mornings light
becoming one with the wind
as i sway in motion
A recalibration
needed at least once a year
the beach
my sanctuary from life
The ides of March sing consideration
for widows who must accept that new name.
The guides of March bring realization:
life, as it was, will never be the same.
The tides of March trace recalibration
as adjustments to the world we re-frame.
I confide this March in my Salvation.
Where do skeptics go in grief’s waiting game?
The offsides of March face deliberation.
mistakes made, can we move on without blame?
Oh such a mess.
The Scientific nebulous.
Deception, misdirection, misrepresentation.
Electronic misinformation.
The recalibration.
Attainment is futile.
For the vile.
Love and friendships torn apart.
Right from the start.
Traitorous laughter.
Fallen lives a disaster.
Betrayal of Magna Carta.
Distorted facts.
Piracy in their glass houses.
Shattered.
Humanity ridiculed.
Bereft, wayward as criers obligated.
Liberties, Freedoms, to dust.
Memories of trust.
Oh dear, what a mess!
Will they confess.
It’s up to us.
Oh the Scientific nebulous.
Ink drips from pen
and forms this notion
that night sky kisses
black skin while we sleep.
We awake to sun soaked
visions where poetry
looses its invisibility
and is highlighted
all over you.
Attraction, everlasting
like an ancient inscription
I've been searching forever
to find a little good trouble
to get into.
Lose the gown and
wear my thoughts
one moment more
Now, drop expectation
let's deal with the stress
we've been facing
as we bathe
in nakedness
You see?
Your glow needed a
recalibration
skinny dipping through
my imagination
Pen dipped, one drip causing a
thousand ripples on dawn's canvas.
A chain reaction ensues
triggering another convergence of
"tell me what your thinking"
Short answer is:
I can't take my mind off of you
It really is kinda deep watching sun light reveal you in long answer form.
Attention frozen in quanta of time
Fulcrum determining inner chime
No sooner we become an observer
Spontaneity is distorted by the doer
It is only in the continuum hypnotic
That we resonate with bliss eclectic
Thus ascension is the recalibration
Of our core in unbroken meditation
Imbibing impressions in continuance
In resonance with pristine innocence
Once attention is awake in stillness
We simply are is-ness of being-ness
08-August-2020
emotions
thoughts and words
misguided
misaligned
misconstrued
soulful
chiropractic
adjustment
sudden
surge
of
recalibrated
bloodflow
all is well again
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
After the midnight countdown chorus,
Bubbly pops and spills on floor,
Characterising how life is for us:
Depicting wastrels at the core.
Even with high profile charity
Folly remains preferred mode:
Gainsaying, with verve, deserved parity
His Love amongst the needy sowed.
Insensitive, most of us will dine,
Joking through poignant appeals:
Kicking back with a lamb roast and some wine;
Lapping cream as some child’s sores beal.
Maybe this year we’ll be more aware:
Nod to homeless in the street;
Or perhaps even pretend that we care:
Pretend we don’t think they’re all cheats;
Queering the system with their deft ploys.
Recalibration required:
Shift from cynicism to goodwill’s joys
To reclaim hearts which were inspired.
Undo the years of tainted sorrows;
Validate the soul now mocked;
Wash from minds the shallow values
X-box age has thus far imbued.
Yield to He for so long blocked:
Zeitgeist for now and all tomorrows.
Excuse, may I perhaps suggest that you adjust your settings
Access my local area network by rebooting your memory
Restore it to our history, the mail, the messages we shared
The cache of stored work temporarily filed away remotely
Technically challenged by the format you display
Data of no gateways or connections in sync
Prompts the recalibration of my control panel
To search and review my settings reboot or even restore
Closing all windows and formatting firewalls
erasing the data, the history and their locations
troubleshooting the back pages encrypted
with messages no longer managed or stored
This media of you remains pasted on a clipboard
Components that await configuration and review
Left to their own devices by default in my domain
Downloaded, bookmarked in favourite library files
I delete all prompts and search settings and all tools
Inheriting only drivers generic and with false attributes
I apply these settings, I delete the data sources
Denying permission to any external links of you.
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