Are you angry at that belly of yours again?
The One that held space for life?
The One that still has lightning strikes?
God working at full capacity,
Expanding and contracting it beyond comprehension.
Are you still remembering how it all felt like a fight?
Aren't you holding that belly with gratitude?
A lineage came from there...
Once hidden, never again out of sight.
Hips strong enough to create a village!
A system so strong,
It brought something into the physical plane...
Can't you feel its light?
Are you still angry at that belly of yours?
Lets keep working on making it strong again.
No need for the tension,
Let's rewire its perspective.
It created unconditional love,
Nothing's ever felt so right,
Nothing in this world that is consumable replicates our children...
Let that belly shine bright.
Out of respect for justice
I will take a smaller bit
In an old-school way I trust me
But the trust is incomplete
Out of privilege for savage
I become less civilized
When a savage comes to manage
Isn’t it good to stay alive
Good to watch the old campfire
Still proceeds its life, half dead
If the embers can rewire
My old brain, I’d be so glad
Sing our songs of cheap catharsis
Sneer and smile, and tell me please
What you couldn’t, when unconscious
We were us, as close as this..
When I’m not tapped into a music stream.
I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.
But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
sexual frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures
So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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Right Now by The Creatures
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
I want to stop the world.
Not freeze the spin.
I want to critique inertia
Still the blind momentum.
Interrupt the cycle of noise,
The pull of distraction,
The serpent of deception.
To stop the world
Is to reclaim your attention.
Not just mine,
It’s ours.
Like a constructed Mandela effect
I jump and I land,
And the grass beneath me bends.
But imagine—
If we all jumped at once?
We could shake mountains,
Build ladders,
Rewire thought stations,
And touch heaven.
We could finally separate
The poor from the hopeless.
We could,
Unpause,
as we please
Not by wealth—
But by will.
By love, or illusion.
If 25 cents is half an hour
How much can I buy with debt?
And change needs time.
Yet we keep filling
Other people’s time
Just to feed ourselves.
The Pope lost the Ark.
The sun and moon now rule time.
They cut the legs off our ladders
And built moats around the mountains.
But if you jumped with me.
We could start earthquakes.
A global fast.
A universal dream.
A moment of divine absurdity.
A means to a mend,
Not an end,
Amen,
She says she likes me, yet I don't like myself
I've yet to be the man of my dreams, yet such to aspire
Not one to keep promises to himself
The one without peace behind his eyes, an unquenched fire.
Waking up unproud of the way of life, wishing to go higher
Yet she likes who I am, while I ache for who I could be,
And some days, that gap feels like failure, a longing to rewire
She sees a light I've yet to earn by my own standards, I can't retire
Perhaps that's what love truly is, a quiet conspire,
Not to wait for someone to arrive, not only for when things are dire,
But believing in them while still on their way, like building an empire
Maybe becoming isn't about being ready first, no need to perspire
Becoming is rising, its chasing desire,
for Someone who sees who you fully before yourself, are the true inspire
May be the best motivation to become what they know you are; you may now retire.
("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustic photo collage)
The Programmed Mind
Riding our brain waves
What we do and say and think
Finds a lasting home
At whatever level
Those vibrations take us.
Do we remember our dreams
What we did, said and thought
As the relaxed state of REM sleep
Molds us, solidifying or disrupting,
Our daytime persona?
Do we consciously seek out
Our own reprogramming
In deep prayer and meditation
Establishing familiarity
With primordial zero-point awareness?
Or do we simply
Follow our impulses like a dog
Basking in the pleasure
Of comfortable routine
And operant conditioning?
It is our mind after all
To have and to hold
Or rather as the case may be,
To reclaim and rewire,
Program and heal for ourselves.
(4/16/25)
“The Sonrise Inside of Me"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 04/04/2023)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
My heart aches
My body breaks
My mind protected
My tissues exorcisted
A whole new level I have found
Learning to process trauma
Has definitely broken new ground
Feelings, no longer suppressed
All coming to the surface
Beyond what I would've guessed
Now I'm feeling them all around
Trying to be more careful
So my mind calms, remaining sound
Doing the work on myself that I need
No, I'm not giving up
Even though my heart still bleeds
Time did not make it easier in my case
The longer you've been gone
The heavier the weight
But I will not give up healing myself
Doing the work, moving forward
My health won't go on a back shelf
I'll press through, I will press through
Never losing my focus
Taking steps, onward with you
Thinking of you, will not always be pain
It will be my heart's strength
A tool being used to rewire my brain
You'll always be The Sonrise Inside of Me
Your life a true inspiration
Of what the world was meant to see!
I have no words right now
My mind is all blank as of now
Right now all I want is to be away from all different kinds of energy
I want to sit in complete silence
I don’t want your contagious spirits around me
Just for a minute let me breathe
I like enjoying my own company
I need it so badly
Please get away from me
Stop hovering me
I need to recharge myself
I need to rewire my brain cells
Every time you talk it goes one ear and out the other
I’m mentally exhausted right now
I can’t give you nothing right now
Leave me alone because my mind is all blank right now
The opportunity sparked a fierce desire
A cunning liar is trying to conspire
Plotting schemes that would require
Causing the masses tears to flood the mire
The choir sang with voices higher
Looking for a bold lady or noble squire
Capable of mending our old attire
Bake these words in an air fryer
The hissing revealed a situation growing dire
Look a devious flyer is soaring above the spire
Falsely proclaiming tales to inspire
Hiding in the quagmire as an actual occupier
Their words thickening the air like a humidifier
The supplier is attempting rewire
All of us who dare to still inquire
An amplifier’s hum drew the self-proclaimed sire
Who foolishly gazed at stars with his heart’s desire
Each promise made proved to be a modifier
The identifier called it out as a testifier
Through it all the proclamations became slier
We need to rise above the snake oil salesmen’s ire
Buckle up and find the strength not to retire
Find the heart to not back down or tire
Explain
Short ?circuiting again,
Someone check the main,
There's an energy drain.
Rewire the brain,
Break the chain,
Let's end their reign.
I'll explain.
Subjected to pain,
Everyday strain,
To attain,
Financial gain.
Trying to maintain,
While they campaign,
Leaving a nasty stain.
Can someone explain,
Our money spent in vein.
The problems still remain.
It's insane,
Inhumane,
Our existence inane,
Trying to retain,
A piece of the mundane.
Spirit explains,
It's creating disdain,
On your inner plane.
Its Limiting our domain.
We need to retrain,
To Ascertain,
And Regain,
The power we contain.
Time to obtain,
The key to the arcane.
Open the door to your deepest desire
look inside this fantasy factory;
It may be blurry but it’s clear to see
you can always get a little higher;
Ambition breeds something of a spitfire
building skills and aiming for mastery;
Open the door
renegade instigators for hire,
able to express themselves so freely;
If you feel stuck and are feeling badly
upgrade to an optimistic rewire;
Open the door.
life tests by fire
finds soul tiring
rewire head-heart
I could put a robot to disgrace,
Not a part of me that hasn't been,
Stitched,
Fused,
Wired,
Or replaced!
Now the next thing to do,
Is rewire my brain.
My granddaughters' puts mine to shame!
Perhaps an IQ or two,
Stuffed into an ear.
Oh my!
Watch out!
The hearing aid is in there!
I know the AI's are all about,
Perhaps we could find a used one,
With less mileage,
And I could switch out!
I took a look and then sank in my teeth
to taste the blood that was lying beneath;
Consumed by the fever of a vampire
instinct is impossible to rewire;
Instantly I felt the hunger quiet,
no longer did I feel taken by it;
Dripping from my lips the taste of copper
serene carnage had replaced the stupor;
Feeling the clearing of a dark dense fog
no need for any kind of dialog;
Despite his battle with mortality?
The Blood Mafia did not hold the key;
No matter with what I had to contend,
to this fate Jordan would not be condemned.
A teacher broke his left-handedness,
until the right reluctantly awoke.
His right hand turned
to inner paths.
They tried to rewire him,
he was too right handed now,
but he kept slipping out of their minds
The boy continued taking
unofficial routes.
Teachers gave up on him.
He drew his own mind maps
explored them.
Eventually, by chance,
he found his place
at the center
his two hands joined
to the logic of creative
prayers
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