there’s a head ache caused by a chill
body signals it needs some rest
nectar within yet continues to spill
rising bliss mists notify we are blest
spine as always is a band of steel
cool heat therein has a soothing feel
as the witness unthinking
watching, sensing, feeling
poised as awareness unblinking
savouring taste of bliss appealing
each breath we embrace and release
dwelling thus in time dissolved peace
i was a frog who wanted to be king
until i realized i couldn't even sing
a songbird shrilled
"you're only a croaker out of tune"
still i stood on my stump with a tortured smile
croaking my heart out all the while
i dreamed of being a stand-up crooner
a swamp-side sinatra maybe a little sooner
the crickets laughed
the herons one-legged stared
every fragile dream i swallowed
sat inside me
broken and unprepared
the wart-filled toad spat from his lily pad
"you’re stretching your skin boy
settle into the scum"
i carried an empty pond inside
where a thousand thorny dreams went to die
the audience left
the moon went home
a cold blue screen spit its light onto the scum
unthinking
no one returned my croak
i died a little every time i tried
my face looked back from the pond
mud-covered
wart-covered
ugly
my reflection looked away
all it could do was cry
today the water settled
the mud claimed the surface
when i looked down
there wasn’t even a frog
left to die
More or less
Walking
More or less
Reading and writing
More or less
Thinking,
Was what
Has been.
Much less walking
Much less reading and writing
Much less thinking
Is much, much concerning.
No walking
No reading and writing
Outsourcing thinking
As the great AI unthinking “revolution”
That will be
The end.
If the wind stopped moving,
If the rivers ceased to flow,
If the clouds no longer soared across the sky,
If time itself forgot to wrinkle—
We would not be who we are.
If stones were not so hard,
If the soil were not so soft,
If flowers did not bloom so beautifully,
If thorns were not so sharp—
How would we ever learn what it means
to be strong, tender, beautiful, and in pain?
Clutching a handful of breath in the lung,
Calling a few fragments of land “ours,”
Having gained everything so easily,
We proclaim ourselves the supreme beings.
Being unaware of nature’s rhythm,
Unthinking of its laws and fleeting existence,
One day,
The descendants of some future evolved species
will look at humans locked inside cages and say—
“Once, they were the advanced creatures of an age.”
Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations
Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream in there back pockets
with horses following them
It's beleived he awaken from
the dream inspired to
to build an under ground amphitheater
there he'd televise shows
across the world
Today I’m grateful for understanding the responsibility
and the power of my words…
How they can make you laugh…
or they can make you frown…
How I can use my words to build you up…
or if I’m not careful and unthinking
use them to tear you down.
Flourishing begins. In the balance
jewels sparkling green and blue.
Tentative fronds with daunting climb
from warming depths, ever upwards.
Scornful Giant rages above; life fuel.
Spiteful rising waters are smothering -
cooling; organic in purposeful desire.
Random chance repeats changes again;
ancient pathfinding revealing providence.
An algorithm in time. Ever learning.
Reaching failures educate young
unthinking minds, of the the Twins.
Twin jewels in promise and destiny,
wards kept close; safe from the abyss.
Lifting them up to mind’s canopy,
as roots raise trees to the sky.
Generations immeasurable past.
Vaunted consciousness long awaited.
Looked upon the sky and were.
Children of the Twins.
CONTRI and DISTRI
Someone somewhere decided English
needed to be changed.
As usual with our copy-cat world, so dire
an unthinking band wagon has spread as
a forest fire.
An academic,typically verbose, wrote
'why use one when two' could sound
more up-to-date and new!
Thus the 'double prefix' was conceived
and sadly like a Topsy grew.
Contri and Distri have wrongly become
the norm and vernacular pronunciation
overcoming like a desert storm.
English does indeed each day live
and breathe ... BUT..
one thought with you I leave..
a double pre-fix cannot be ..
ignorance is not bliss..you see?
CON & DIS are prefixes to, for example
English words like TRIBUTE.
however 'Contri and Distri' are not prefixes
to any known English word,
they are a 'modern' 'madhatter syllabic nonsense'
straight out of Lewis's 'Alice in Wonderland'.
Another 'modern affectation' like the pronunciation
of the letter 'H' as 'haitch' instead of 'aitch'.
This morning
whilst brushing my teeth
and trying
with very little success
to obey the dental profession's plea
to brush in a circular motion
and not
in a side to side motion
I noticed some ants
scurrying about on the shiny porcelain
doing no harm
just going about their morning routine
as was I
with very little thought
and even less concern
I brushed them into the basin
turned the tap on for a beat or two
and flushed them away
as I turned the tap off
with toothpaste foaming around my mouth
and running down the toothbrush onto my wrist
a terrible guilt and a crushing sadness
at my unthinking cruelty
at my cavalier snuffing out of life
overtook me
and wrought within me
an overwhelming desire
to tip my head back
and wail at the ceiling
to try and assuage
the soul-deep sorrow
the deep-seated need for forgiveness
that wracked my very core.
To suffer the insults of fools is a worthless thing.
Dismiss, and disregard, unthinking, tactless fellows,
who've nothing else to do (like court jesters of a king)
than peevishly chide, rail, protest in foolish bellows!
'Tis better to give praise, tribute, and to confer fame.
Or, when laurels are scarce, offer instead your support:
sweet words incline the heart, indictments just inflame;
for good-for-nothings just blitz you as a first resort.
I am in awe of her beauty,
a laugh that lights a room,
a presence that can't be ignored.
I am caught and can't escape.
She is out of my reach, a space between us.
I want to talk and get close
but no, there is no chance.
I can't get near
She is more than me, I am nothing to her.
I can't get close, a canyon grows
I retreat from the edge
until I burst and shout at how I am hooked
But I am an unthinking fool,
and now the chasm is too big to cross.
She's on one side looking away.
I on the other looking back.
The armament
Awakening into the harsh light
of blinding loyalty.
Jubilation and flags.
Soldiers synchronized
Stirring talks, hateful lies told
La vie en la rose
someone sings to stall time
The unthinking holler
Daring, the long night
The thinkers know the score
The smart knows too
but join, bet on the winner
Among the ruins, the unthinking walk
The scholars write books
the smart knows when the smell
of cordite is gone, the world needs
more weapons
CONTRI and DISTRI
Someone somewhere decided English
needed to be changed.
As usual with our copy-cat world, so dire
an unthinking band wagon has spread as
a forest fire.
An academic,typically verbose, wrote
'why use one when two' could sound
more up-to-date and new!
Thus the 'double prefix' was conceived
and sadly like a Topsy grew.
Contri and Distri have wrongly become
the norm and vernacular pronunciation
overcoming like a desert storm.
English does indeed each day live
and breathe ... BUT..
one thought with you I leave..
a double pre-fix cannot be ..
ignorance is not bliss..you see?
NOTE CON & DIS are prefixes to, for example English words like TRIBUTE.'Contri and Distri' are not prefixes to any known English word, they are a 'modern' 'madhatter syllabic nonsense' straight our of Alice in Wonderland.
I am so far removed from the under-30.
'Dame the torpedoes; full speed ahead'.
No rearview mirror; no looking back.
Overly ambitious; overwhelming determination.
Indeed, true confession is good for the soul.
I regret the hurt that I must have caused.
But we often forget such until we are old.
I can't believe the riskiness and the daring.
Although honest, sincere, and hiding nothing,
I took matters into my own hands, never considering
that such authority was never placed in my hands.
I can't believe the 'unthinking of me', and presently,
it's hard to fathom the blatancy and youthful foolishness
that I once deemed as Christian faith. I have sighed over
my early days of blindness, thanking God for His Favor and
Grace. I am forever grateful to those who tolerated me.
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I am so far removed from the under-30.
'Dame the torpedoes; full speed ahead'.
No rearview mirror; no looking back.
True confession is good for the soul.
We often forget such things until we are old.
I can't believe the risk and the daring.
I can't believe the unthinking of me.
It's hard to fathom the blatancy and
youthful foolishness that I deemed as
faith. I have sighed over my early days
of blindness, thanking God for His Grace.
I'm grateful for those who tolerated me.
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