Its never been an object..So why?
reiterate that as a reality.? While never acting
On the opening.' Of interaction with the
Enormity of possibilitys, summarily.'
There is an empty chair
Awaiting your arrival
To sit and talk, drink coffee, laugh
No concept of deprival
There is an empty chair
Awaiting your appointment
To sit and wait, deliberate
Fearing disappointment
There is an empty chair
For me to sit and rest
While wondering just how you are
Resulting from your test
There is an empty chair
Sitting side by side
Hearing the prognosis
The need to run and hide
There is an empty chair
Sitting next to mine
We hug and cry and wonder why
Your health is in decline
There is an empty chair
Just to the left of me
Holding hands we reminisce
Of life's sweet memory
There is an empty chair
Awaiting your return
But you are gone, now an image
Of that I only yearn
There ought to be a law against it,
Definitely not a good fit,
To pass a law without a way to enforce it.
There ought to be a law against it,
Allowing some brainless twit,
To think of it,
There ought to be law against it,
Passing a law without local input,
To make nonsense of it.
There ought to be a law against it,
When a law change allows only lawyers to profit,
And productivity stalls because of it.
There ought to be a law against it,
Law changes to make crime legit,
With police on sick leave because of it.
There ought to be a law against it,
A law to tell us when to sit,
With there are not enough chairs to allow for it.
I've just been to Africa.
Our trip was a rush job.
In a hazardous and chaotic cosmos,
it's another world. Entirely.
If you go to another planet,
don't plan on staying long,
they're slippery and dangerous.
I'm back now—to my weird little life,
where I’ve always been netted and safe—
in classes—swaddled in color-coded calendars.
I like books - book books, paper books.
There's something memorable to durable goods,
the physical, a hex to text you can touch.
School requires a quiet disappearance.
All at once but nothing dramatic,
just small, measurable units
moment by moment edits.
A pleasure removed here or postponed there,
things renamed “inefficient” mostly.
One can lose oneself in self-improvement.
As you get better at academic measurables,
everything else suffers.
You can streamline your personality,
to disengage with distractions—
no matter how cute they are.
.
.
Songs for this:
TiK ToK by Kesha
2 days into college by Aimee Carty
There you go
mind like an accordion
with eyes aglow
and first to start
words pile up
into a pile of ashes
enough to fill me up
and smother my heart
was there a reason
for crashlanding
was it out of season
or just a mess
there’s rot in the bone
for so many say no
though prone
to the eternal yes.
You Can Look
At It That Way...
You Can Whirl
It Around...
Down To Ultimatum,
Darker Than Drooool...
Sticky Molasses
Sweet Swirling
Lowwww.
Where Bliss!?
When
The Darkness
Discovers:
*LIGHT*
-Gray Squirrel
09-26-2026
There once was a man named Clegg
Who had a wooden leg
It was full of coins
Right up to his loins
So he never had to beg.
(A series of Senryu poems)
He got her number
from a friend who thought him cute
freelance matchmaking
His poems of her
sounded more like yelp reviews
—good—but not five star
His texts were a kind
of a boyfriend audition
- he got no callback
.
.
Songs for this:
SILVER APPLE EYES by Kasabian
lamb (feat. Kellin Quinn) by Julia Wolf
It is ongiing..Its in the spiritual places, its
On the living of a viable life, its on your freedom.? Its on your thought pattern, on
Your movement, its always been so' yet now its more visible, all is being revealed.'
Leading to a push to cut back regular
access, the Bible once was under lock and key, its always been like this, information control by some.? Do we
Wish to enlist? And fight our indivudual self.' Also do we recognise the scenery.?
We must not drink or eat
Absolutely nothing to drink or eat, I repeat
Forget sex, there’s no holding hands
Even a peck on the cheek is banned
As for washing, bathing, or showering
Maybe a maybe, if one's odor is overpowering
All of this, and Yom Kippur is called a holiday
~ Easy to see why the whole day in synagogue we pray!
There are days when my capacity for anguish runs thin
I can’t grok suffering as deeply as once I did,
In those carefree days of work and timelessness
Lacking the necessary sense of direction to ask
Is this place where I find myself truly mine?
I’d gladly rehash now this desultory vision
To fill the desperate need of balance and calmness
But it always occurs too late to be changed.
Who can tell why the autumn brings this anxiety
In a hindsight, what looks like a budget movie, poorly directed
As if I’m passing some young guy
On a shady street, in a lunch hour
In whom I would never recognize myself
With whom I don't have a word to share.
There once was a certain floozie
Who sang just like a chantoozie
Not in smoky night clubs
But in outback pubs
It happened when she got quite boozy.
There is no night when there is light
When there is light there is no night
The light in you makes right
You make right the light in you
You become the light when it is right
When it is right you become the light
Getting past Mezzo's
Meddling has been a chore
For me to
Yeah and you and the
Soprano bothered me to
Since you chose me
A high compliment
I say I do
Auh ooh auh
I'm in love
With you!
____________________
My auh ooh auh
My ooh auh ohh
Auh say she love
Me too
My auh ohh we
Mentions in whispers
Her ooh she golly
I do's
We've been together
Through storms and
all kinda weathers
My auh ooh auh
Wish to marry me
I'll say I do!
My auh ooh auh
It's ain't complicated
That's true
My auh ooh auh
He knows I love
Him too
My auh ooh auh
I will do anything
For you
My auh ooh auh
I am in love with
You
There is nothing eternal.
Therefore, we cannot be bound.
Yet, look upon reality!
With bound iron chains
Shouldered upon our backs,
We begin an invisible war.
"We win, and sometimes we fall."
There is something eternal.
Therefore, we are bound.
"In the name of family,"
With fused iron chains
Locked tightly against my chest,
In your name and mine,
We plant our flag upon this earth!
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