Category Writing
Overrun by Barbarians
My mind has been ground down into mush Constipated thought, no matter how I push As obfuscation, trivia and drivel dribble out Any wise words of mine, missing in action That said, I’ll fight to drivel and dribble on Mayhap a turd of wisdom will squeeze out Flow from this fickle pen, held in my […]
That’s the Rub
There is oh so much you can fit Within but a few choice words Brevity, it’s said, the soul of wit So say less, if you will be heard If your thoughts do run longer Better when carefully set down If not, they’ll likely be wronger Feet in mouth; you’re a clown Bombast bloating into […]
Bookie
The sign simply said Books, I sighed In the distance, books what I espied Below it, sat a smaller sign with more A-J books may be found on this floor K-Z would be found only up the stairs The way I drooled, I garnered stares
Where You Find It
Creative venues, I’ve sometimes said, inspire Me, to there create, ignite a spark of living fire Whether this expresses me as a saint or a liar From mud pies, imaginary games, till I expire Yet, mud pies return to earth and man to dust If drawn to a monk’s meditation or carnal lust
Pattern Recognition
We are creatures of habits and instincts. Often, despite what we think, know or believe, we respond to our body’s chemical and hormonal cues or behaviors learned in childhood. No matter what we encounter, we face reality in ways we were taught. You’re smart, but were told you are stupid and incapable of doing anything […]
Keeping Up
Have you seen the ad about a fictitious media platform called Woo Woo? Though it seems ubiquitous in the San Francisco Bay Area, where I live, I’ll assume that you haven’t. The ad shows two nerds in an elevator, standing behind two much hipper people. One of the hipper people asks his buddy if he’s […]
One Step
I walked to a park in a neighborhood I was familiar to me, but not my own. The world had impinged upon me, darkened my mood and I had allowed it to do so. Watching a local sports team I loosely follow, I began feeling defeated. Not only were they losing, but also playing poorly. […]
Just How it Goes
I’m an old white guy I shouldn’t rap If I even try They’ll call it crap But I am troubled In every way My stress is doubled On every day Terror and fright On the news Each and every night Not my views Toil and strife It creeps inside Through every orifice Nowhere to hide […]
Many Lovely Things
Coming to terms with the world at small. Do you think that means anything at all? Time: construct for cosmic construction. Pimple on God’s face: a pustule eruction. We say, hey Mom, hey Mom, look at this. We’re hushed, pushed away, just ignored. How can anyone simply ignore our bliss? Till time passed retorts not […]
The Inside More
I approach the sentient sentence trees at a dignified pace. I am nervous, but reverent, unarmed as seems appropriate. Under these sentence trees, I am in the moment, every sense heightened. People, places, things stack together, combining to become new shoots or already massive boles, the tops lost from sight. Like birds, tastes, sharp, illusive; […]
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