Routinely, like clockwork, like every morning,
I walk to my drive way and enter my pickup.
I start the engine and turn on the radio.
Immediately, horrific and unbelievable news.
I head off to work, not knowing what to expect.
I stare across the airfield of an airforce base.
Not the least surprised, airplanes are grounded.
I arrive at work in wonderment.
Our work highly depends on airplanes.
Today is a none typical 911 work day.
We are instructed to perform our normal
duties of pickups and deliveries, except,
'Do not take cargo to airport but report to
The yard at end of route'.
NOT SIGN HOUSING BILL
ELECTION COMMISSION KILL
TRUMP DOES WHAT HE WILL
It’s never still.
Like a clicking jaw.
Thoughts get relayed.
Sometimes replayed with a new cover song.
It’s not just what could exist.
It’s like a cradling feeling, unreal.
In real time or unfunctional.
They claim.
It’s never still.
It’s whooshing with no sound.
It’s gracious imagination which nods to me.
I saw a jaw.
Disintegrate as if it was my own.
And I closed my eyes as if eyes can hold still.
Please believe me when I say:
Thoughts can’t be stilled.
Try to crack them with a hammer.
And get another vision.
Try to forget the crackling.
And another candy wrapper falls from the sky.
It’s never still.
My thoughts are ribbons.
Got overshadowed by:
The typical earth.
Typical Is Still
Not Guiltless Enough
To Lie For---
To Excuse
Alleviation Of Guilt:
*Saint Conformity.*
There Must Be Some
Other Way
(Or Other) To
Alleviate Guilt...
(Unless You Love
Guilt
That Way...)
?Huh?
Now You Made Me
Lose My Choo-Chhoo Train
Of Thought....
Oh Yeah, We're Here For The
Entertainment, And We Are
Totally Part Of The Show...
((All The Actual Parts.))
Say THAT Twice.
At Least.
But We Aren’t The Author,
Or Whatever We Think
Passes As One...
(Unless You
LOVE GUILT
SOOO MUCH.)
It's Entertainment For Creation
And Continues To Flow...
Pro-Creating Each Re-Birth
With The Same Probability
Re-Excitement Every Moment!
That Smallest Moment: NOW!
Despite All The Madness
Manifested Around It.
Typical.
-Gray Squirrel
12-18-2025
2025.2.4
Today, I accidentally overrides one of my poem.
Now, it is gone.
Can I retrieve it? Maybe?
From my head, my heart or my memory?
I wished I have saved it on the USB.
So I would not loose it.
People make all sort of promises.
They hardly keep any of it.
Every where I go,
It seems troubles will follow.
How was that so?
I really don't know.
I always try to keep my profile low.
I love to travel, even on my own.
Met lot of people, as the trip ended,
Some of them, became my friends.
They called me every now and then,
We travel again.
To me, a good friend is someone,
Who was able to treat one another,
With respect, honesty and speak kind words.
Words cost nothing to the speaker,
Uses nice words to please each other.
It is easy said than done,
People forget all that, when they are upset.
That was it my friends.
Goodbye, till we meet again.
Election twenty-twenty four; in blighty.'
Would this turn, for the better be?
It ended, as quite the alarmer.'
For despite all statisics..
They just got..? quyeer karma.!
made a little outline
followed it in no way
typical writing day
In the journey of life, when paths seem unclear,
Take up the book, let wisdom appear.
With stick in hand, carve your own way,
Through challenges and trials, come what may.
Luck may falter, but faith holds strong,
With pen in grasp, you'll right the wrong.
Embrace each chapter, with courage anew,
For the world awaits the wonders you'll pursue.
I woke up bright and early today
Everything will be okay
First, I ate breakfast
and hoped that I didn’t choke
Next, I took a soothing shower
hoping that we’d have stable power
After wearing my best outfit
I hoped my neighbour wouldn’t throw a fit
I took my keys from the table and my hands began to shake
Were my clothes suitable for the weather?
My resolve started to break
I walked to the door
But began to pace in front of it
When I couldn’t take it anymore
I curled up into a ball
I finally calmed but the sun was down
I stood up and walked to bed
Maybe next time I’ll have more luck
There have been plenty of times where i have been successful at only seeing the worst, hypothesising that it's one the most typical successes.
Then there comes a time where my mind can't possibly take it anymore. It becomes so numb towards pain.
After a brief period of dissociation my mind started paying heed to all the little things, involuntarily.
Why that happened? we don't know. But I'm glad it did.
I'm delighted my body was able to turn towards the light like that.
But what were those trivial things?
To be able to see the pink and purple skies until you recognise
When you were able to be of aid to a stranger in need
an unexpected acquaintance asking how you're doing and seeing young children playing.
Meeting a tiny pup on the streets, your doodling turns out to be a masterpiece.
A random stranger smiles at you,
the petrichor, the sensation of water tickling your feet on the shores and
of gentle sunrays kissing your face.
I suppose it's all just evidence that not everything in the cosmos is meant to be dreary.
What is a typical day?
Old grey still here, okay?
Quiet day, slow news town,
Avoid toxic situations, no frowns,
Pray online for a bless,
Taking it easy, unstress,
Quiet, slow news day,
There is no other way.......
On Sundays I go to the bank
So I can fill up my gas tank
I dislike refueling
When Putin is drooling
But I'm just a typical Yank
A TYPICAL AMERICAN FAIRYTALE
Whispered, hollow "I want you" s
Screamed, haunted "I loved you" s
Pleaded, remorseful "Please don't go" s
Murmured, sad "I wish I didn't have to" s
Pulled strings, hearts forced to dance
Unfortunate words, slammed doors that won't open
Forgiven things, never forgotten
Once ripe love, now toxic and rotten
Clutching hands, hidden bruises
Envious glares, stabbing words
Vicious tongues, bared souls
Deadly heartbeats, gasping breaths
Happily never after
A house got windows for aeration
As well as for time travel
The front window a time tunnel for the future
The back window a time tunnel for the past
50 years ahead and 50 years back
The front window gives you a view of
Bright, clean and broad roads
A fragrant smell of flowers and a thick shade of trees
A beautify world of afforestation and greenery
A world full of expectations and dreams
Higher education
Law and order
Business transactions
Scientific inventions
Digital applications
The front window is always opened
Unless not at home
It's closer to the open sky
And warm sunlight from heaven
The back window gives you a view of the past
Dark, narrow and dirty lanes
A bad smell of rubbish
Attracting flies,ants,wild dogs,wild cats and rats
Prostitutes,thiefs, briberies and scandals
Conspiracy and backdoor government
The back window is always closed from
A deadly smell from hell
But don't forget
You also got two windows in your heart
One full of conscience
And the other full of evil
It's an assignment from God
Oh dear, do utilise the right one
Before it's too late
Spring feels like seating on wagon clearheaded as judge
A wagon jobber’s cart splashing water while passing a river
Temperate air blowing and whispering around
A whim of holding my lover, haply defining life at a beach-
-took over me
Summer sounds like crazy god of fire, you can’t come near
Feels hotter as Indian spicy-hot food
Always accompanied with Chinese summer soup
Desisting from heat and flames
Flames of affection after sighting a lip glossed young tender modernized girl
Autumn feels like a newly wedded couple
Beautiful as autumn foliage flowers
Like arm of palace, majestically falling from trees
Falling like petals on grand party
Winter taste like luncheon meat
It reminds me the cheers and uproar on winter sport
Loud but uncharged
Cold weather striking through, a warm cloudy like breath sparks out of nostril
Holding on to my clothes like fungi
seasons of typical year, flesh and tender in my mind
everyday i pay attention to what next year will bring
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