I wander around,
Plugged into my phone's headphones,
To blot out the sounds...
Whether it's outside
Traffic on streets, or silence
That spawns busy mind
Churning up voices
Planning and plotting my way
Through today's choices.
I'd like to tune out,
To be entertained, immersed
In music about
Human conditions
Like men of constant sorrow,
Or epic visions
Conjured by movies
Recalled, who used tunes with scenes
To evoke beauty.
03 September 2015
02 September 2015
P.o.t.D. 9/2/15: "Working the Graveyard"
While the sun shines,
All seems so fine,
But on the flip side of the Earth..?
Drunks and addicts abound,
Who feel their antics sound
So funny - annoying at ten years sober.
Transients come by in drifts,
Practicing a thousand grifts,
For food picked from the trash, or coins from strangers.
Then there's just plain crazies,
Lost in their mind's mazes,
Thrown up to parry reality's harsh, sharp blows.
Vampires walk the streets,
Symbols of disease,
Sucking the life from their fellows' marrows.
Socially awkward,
Or sociopaths?
These solitary crows congeal into a murder,
Making another night
Facing the Graveyard's frights
Pass into a peaceful day, even though slept away.
All seems so fine,
But on the flip side of the Earth..?
Drunks and addicts abound,
Who feel their antics sound
So funny - annoying at ten years sober.
Transients come by in drifts,
Practicing a thousand grifts,
For food picked from the trash, or coins from strangers.
Then there's just plain crazies,
Lost in their mind's mazes,
Thrown up to parry reality's harsh, sharp blows.
Vampires walk the streets,
Symbols of disease,
Sucking the life from their fellows' marrows.
Socially awkward,
Or sociopaths?
These solitary crows congeal into a murder,
Making another night
Facing the Graveyard's frights
Pass into a peaceful day, even though slept away.
01 September 2015
P.o.t.D. 9/1/15: "Thirty Hours"
Start of a long day
With some games, some work, some chores
And art as book ends.
With some games, some work, some chores
And art as book ends.
31 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/31/15: "Pebble's Erosion"
Anchored in the stream of life?
Or, easily carried by currents
Like a pebble battered
By a downpour's raging runoffs?
To end up far from a solid home,
Weathered down to a tiny core
That might one day
Be that irritation
In someone's shoe...
Or, easily carried by currents
Like a pebble battered
By a downpour's raging runoffs?
To end up far from a solid home,
Weathered down to a tiny core
That might one day
Be that irritation
In someone's shoe...
30 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/30/15, second attempt: "Eulogy for a snowflake"
Ah! Such a delicate little snowflake,
Dissolves swiftly away upon our brutal touch
Of inner fire, human desire, and grasping hopes to acquire!
As the glaciers recede, the mountain tops are laid bare,
And Poles sink into the ocean waters -
We become such ugly tyrants, evil masters,
Sealing our doom,
Like that poor minuscule crystal
Became fated to lose all finessed detailed
When it drifted into our hula hoop's room.
Dissolves swiftly away upon our brutal touch
Of inner fire, human desire, and grasping hopes to acquire!
As the glaciers recede, the mountain tops are laid bare,
And Poles sink into the ocean waters -
We become such ugly tyrants, evil masters,
Sealing our doom,
Like that poor minuscule crystal
Became fated to lose all finessed detailed
When it drifted into our hula hoop's room.
P.o.t.D. 8/30/15, first attempt: "chaos"
Delicate snowflake
Dissolves swiftly upon touch -
Ugly tyrants, we.
Dissolves swiftly upon touch -
Ugly tyrants, we.
29 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/29/15: "birthday haiku?"
Another year passed
With its failures and success,
Wisdom gained, joys learned.
With its failures and success,
Wisdom gained, joys learned.
28 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/28/15: "Blind Contour"
Without looking,
I trace upon the paper
The line that my eyes pick out
From along my subject's surface -
One continuous path followed
Falteringly, with flaws galore -
And yet, some shapes and surprises
Are teased out of the process,
Easily overlooked and dismissed
By what I thought was there.
I trace upon the paper
The line that my eyes pick out
From along my subject's surface -
One continuous path followed
Falteringly, with flaws galore -
And yet, some shapes and surprises
Are teased out of the process,
Easily overlooked and dismissed
By what I thought was there.
27 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/27/15: "First Day of School"
Butterflies in my gut, perhaps?
Or worms of worry, eating serenity?
First class starts in two hours,
And I feel just a bit unprepared.
Not sure how strict they'll be
About the drawings I'm to produce,
Or the time to devote outside of class...
Worried that computer problems at home
May tangle up my time,
Send me to a lab as yet unknown.
Not sure if work will interfere,
With its long hours, late at night
Making it hard to produce during daylight.
Some frustration around finances, too...
Waiting for money to appear
That was promised last weekend -
Even then, it may not be quite enough.
Why am I taking this class?
...Honestly?
To try to better my skills,
To become a computer worker,
To back out of the dead end
I seem to have found myself in:
Retail workers are a dime a dozen,
And the tutors have no students.
I do want to go to this class,
Yet I feel that I'm rushing in.
Or worms of worry, eating serenity?
First class starts in two hours,
And I feel just a bit unprepared.
Not sure how strict they'll be
About the drawings I'm to produce,
Or the time to devote outside of class...
Worried that computer problems at home
May tangle up my time,
Send me to a lab as yet unknown.
Not sure if work will interfere,
With its long hours, late at night
Making it hard to produce during daylight.
Some frustration around finances, too...
Waiting for money to appear
That was promised last weekend -
Even then, it may not be quite enough.
Why am I taking this class?
...Honestly?
To try to better my skills,
To become a computer worker,
To back out of the dead end
I seem to have found myself in:
Retail workers are a dime a dozen,
And the tutors have no students.
I do want to go to this class,
Yet I feel that I'm rushing in.
26 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/26/15: "Listening..."
Tin can for a drum,
With a new friend playing bass
On upright washtub...
Making music any way we know how,
To beat out the angels and demons
Hiding behind our crinkled brows...
What horrible torture became me,
That I now sing off-key -
An octave and a third
Below what used to be.
It seems that now I mimic
Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, and Lou Reed -
Mind you, not that bad of a company.
I tried to play recorder as a child,
And gave my early years at college
To walking and playing riffs on harmonica
Until I bent it forever, by sitting upon it.
Yet, no instrument do I claim finesse upon.
So, I guess I must be a fickle critic...
Forever discriminating what I hear
With what I hold oh so dear.
I claim no song written today,
Or even good metric talents,
To line up words to funky beats...
Some times I like to throw out some rhymes -
Influence, perhaps, of Pink Floyd and all their lines.
Still, no forced rules today,
No attempt to rhyming play.
I wonder aloud,
How music lifts my dark clouds,
When I just listen.
With a new friend playing bass
On upright washtub...
Making music any way we know how,
To beat out the angels and demons
Hiding behind our crinkled brows...
What horrible torture became me,
That I now sing off-key -
An octave and a third
Below what used to be.
It seems that now I mimic
Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, and Lou Reed -
Mind you, not that bad of a company.
I tried to play recorder as a child,
And gave my early years at college
To walking and playing riffs on harmonica
Until I bent it forever, by sitting upon it.
Yet, no instrument do I claim finesse upon.
So, I guess I must be a fickle critic...
Forever discriminating what I hear
With what I hold oh so dear.
I claim no song written today,
Or even good metric talents,
To line up words to funky beats...
Some times I like to throw out some rhymes -
Influence, perhaps, of Pink Floyd and all their lines.
Still, no forced rules today,
No attempt to rhyming play.
I wonder aloud,
How music lifts my dark clouds,
When I just listen.
25 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/25/15: "too much stuff"
Lost in this town's crowd,
With simple lives out of reach -
Options beget fears.
Does that even make sense?
Can people see the portents?
Probably not, being so busy
That it's tough to sit and breathe...
With simple lives out of reach -
Options beget fears.
Does that even make sense?
Can people see the portents?
Probably not, being so busy
That it's tough to sit and breathe...
24 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/24/15: "Where Is the Art?"
a mumble and a stumble,
i then take a brief tumble.
unable to digest some truth,
i feel like a broken tooth -
pain zapping through me, forsooth!
in desperation to get the deed done,
i write haikus,
or maybe i'll just rhyme some?
then, noted, archie writing style?
...but there's still shifted punctuation, hmm?
feels like some sort of surreal act -
this is not a poem, yet it tries.
who can tell that what i write
might still separate truths from lies?
under every line, a scene I do draw
that seems like fluffy stuff which money buys -
"trying too hard!" he will sing
and i shan't reply, like the humble mice.
This week begins another journey,
A second foray into visual arts..?
A class on visual illustration,
In preparation for a degree in game design...
Unlearn what mind sees,
Teach hands to follow eyes, to
Trace reality.
i then take a brief tumble.
unable to digest some truth,
i feel like a broken tooth -
pain zapping through me, forsooth!
in desperation to get the deed done,
i write haikus,
or maybe i'll just rhyme some?
then, noted, archie writing style?
...but there's still shifted punctuation, hmm?
feels like some sort of surreal act -
this is not a poem, yet it tries.
who can tell that what i write
might still separate truths from lies?
under every line, a scene I do draw
that seems like fluffy stuff which money buys -
"trying too hard!" he will sing
and i shan't reply, like the humble mice.
This week begins another journey,
A second foray into visual arts..?
A class on visual illustration,
In preparation for a degree in game design...
Unlearn what mind sees,
Teach hands to follow eyes, to
Trace reality.
23 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/23/15: "On the Death of Romance?"
Many years of my life have been spent
Living solitary and single.
I suspect love's inspiration went
South, when no ladies asked to mingle...
Living solitary and single.
I suspect love's inspiration went
South, when no ladies asked to mingle...
22 August 2015
21 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/21/15: "Why, God?"
Men created Gods,
Hoping to explain
Powers that they could not fathom.
That's my first theory,
But I think it has some flaws -
Like anything created
By imperfect, incomplete men.
I believe, that we want safe shelter,
Sanctuary from the chaos
Of the massively independent universe.
We want so much
Just to belong,
To feel a part of,
To feel we have a great purpose,
To feel connected to it all.
I depend on God(s),
On Powers greater than I,
To trust in causes and effects
That guide my actions
To help the greater good.
There are still times,
When I react out of fear,
Trying to snatch and grab
All that I can from the show.
Let that greed leave me, now.
Also, I can not predict
My fellows' actions,
As they may not play
By the rulebook that I use.
May that hate..?
Dissipate?
Is yearning for polite society -
And also carnal passions -
Are those desires to be with others
Fueled by Suffering,
In the Buddhist sense of the word?
What do I need,
To find quiet peace?
Right actions,
Some times self-sacrificing...
Interactions,
Some times quite unexpected...
A sense of direction,
Some times hidden by minutiae...
I rarely try to bludgeon you
With details of the God(s) I use -
Yet there they are,
Lurking in the background of my superego:
Scientific models and explanations;
Mythos Greek, Norse, Indian, and more;
My Catholic upbringing,
My current Zen Buddhist and Taoist leanings,
Modern mythos like Gaiman's Endless
And urban legends and society's group ethics;
And just my plain past experiences
Of things done right and things done wrong.
Why are there God(s)?
To bring order to the chaos,
To give sanctuary for the wounded,
To guide the group consciousness,
To make our time on this blue pebble
Just a little bit more bearable.
Hoping to explain
Powers that they could not fathom.
That's my first theory,
But I think it has some flaws -
Like anything created
By imperfect, incomplete men.
I believe, that we want safe shelter,
Sanctuary from the chaos
Of the massively independent universe.
We want so much
Just to belong,
To feel a part of,
To feel we have a great purpose,
To feel connected to it all.
I depend on God(s),
On Powers greater than I,
To trust in causes and effects
That guide my actions
To help the greater good.
There are still times,
When I react out of fear,
Trying to snatch and grab
All that I can from the show.
Let that greed leave me, now.
Also, I can not predict
My fellows' actions,
As they may not play
By the rulebook that I use.
May that hate..?
Dissipate?
Is yearning for polite society -
And also carnal passions -
Are those desires to be with others
Fueled by Suffering,
In the Buddhist sense of the word?
What do I need,
To find quiet peace?
Right actions,
Some times self-sacrificing...
Interactions,
Some times quite unexpected...
A sense of direction,
Some times hidden by minutiae...
I rarely try to bludgeon you
With details of the God(s) I use -
Yet there they are,
Lurking in the background of my superego:
Scientific models and explanations;
Mythos Greek, Norse, Indian, and more;
My Catholic upbringing,
My current Zen Buddhist and Taoist leanings,
Modern mythos like Gaiman's Endless
And urban legends and society's group ethics;
And just my plain past experiences
Of things done right and things done wrong.
Why are there God(s)?
To bring order to the chaos,
To give sanctuary for the wounded,
To guide the group consciousness,
To make our time on this blue pebble
Just a little bit more bearable.
20 August 2015
19 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/19/15: "sun spots"
a solitary drop
upon my scalp
where once a bump annoyed.
unsure if i'm blessed
by birds above,
or rain struggling to arrive
in the sweltering summer heat.
is this a Chinese Water Torture
concocted by Mother Nature?
"Just give hime one drop,
and fuel the possible paranoias..."
after many nights of pressure pains,
the bump was skillfully cut away
by my family physician;
yet now I am troubled by
"Other Spots"
appearing around my skin.
too many long walks;
in heat, cold, sun, rain;
through the heart of Texas
without great protection -
almost mocking the weather
and all the havoc it can bring.
so, now I carry an umbrella,
and a tube of Neosporin,
but no sunscreen yet,
and very rarely, a hat.
I suspect, in my foolish Lone Star heart,
that I am a worshipper
of this weather that comes down so, so hot.
upon my scalp
where once a bump annoyed.
unsure if i'm blessed
by birds above,
or rain struggling to arrive
in the sweltering summer heat.
is this a Chinese Water Torture
concocted by Mother Nature?
"Just give hime one drop,
and fuel the possible paranoias..."
after many nights of pressure pains,
the bump was skillfully cut away
by my family physician;
yet now I am troubled by
"Other Spots"
appearing around my skin.
too many long walks;
in heat, cold, sun, rain;
through the heart of Texas
without great protection -
almost mocking the weather
and all the havoc it can bring.
so, now I carry an umbrella,
and a tube of Neosporin,
but no sunscreen yet,
and very rarely, a hat.
I suspect, in my foolish Lone Star heart,
that I am a worshipper
of this weather that comes down so, so hot.
18 August 2015
P.o.t.D. 8/18/15: "Here's Johnny!"
My spark lies dormant,
Flat-lined by bipolar meds:
"All work and no play..."
Flat-lined by bipolar meds:
"All work and no play..."
17 August 2015
"Before the Fall" (P.o.t.D. 8/17/15)
Classes start real soon;
Unsure how they'll be paid for...
"It will all work out?"
Unsure how they'll be paid for...
"It will all work out?"
15 August 2015
"Combo Dinner" (P.o.t.D. 8/15/15)
Barbacoa, guisada, and avocado -
A trifecta to spawn many tacos -
Is complemented by rice and refried beans
To create a tasty dinner
Settling well within my gut...
"Ah! Arrandas! Awesome as always!"
A trifecta to spawn many tacos -
Is complemented by rice and refried beans
To create a tasty dinner
Settling well within my gut...
"Ah! Arrandas! Awesome as always!"
14 August 2015
"Game of War Fumble" (P.o.t.D. 8/14/15)
Thousands lost today,
Because I forgot my shield...
Time to rebuild troops.
Because I forgot my shield...
Time to rebuild troops.
04 August 2015
03 August 2015
"To Be..." (P.o.t.D. 8/3/15)
Be open.
Be kind.
Be loving.
Be free...
From suffering,
From "blinds",
From attachments...
Be at One,
With All around.
Be at peace -
With mind sans sound.
Breathe.
Be.
Be kind.
Be loving.
Be free...
From suffering,
From "blinds",
From attachments...
Be at One,
With All around.
Be at peace -
With mind sans sound.
Breathe.
Be.
01 August 2015
"Is not..." (P.o.t.D. 8/1/15)
This...
Is not.
A poem seen
By all I know,
Gathering comments,
So few and far between -
Which begs the question,
"If it is not,
Then why write,
When naught
Read?"
Is not.
A poem seen
By all I know,
Gathering comments,
So few and far between -
Which begs the question,
"If it is not,
Then why write,
When naught
Read?"
30 July 2015
"Oh! The Travesty!" (P.o.t.D. 7/30/15)
With much iced tea imbibed,
And a plate of fried foods devoured,
I leave Buffet Palace,
Not suspecting my walk will sour.
A block away, I fart,
And some liquid makes its way out -
Oh, how ashamed I feel
As I now walk soiled and pout!
It could just be old age,
Even just eating the wrong stuff;
Yet it darkens my day,
And makes my five block trek so rough.
Now, sitting at my home,
After quite the cleansing shower;
I wash more of my clothes,
This won't ruin tonight's game hour!
And a plate of fried foods devoured,
I leave Buffet Palace,
Not suspecting my walk will sour.
A block away, I fart,
And some liquid makes its way out -
Oh, how ashamed I feel
As I now walk soiled and pout!
It could just be old age,
Even just eating the wrong stuff;
Yet it darkens my day,
And makes my five block trek so rough.
Now, sitting at my home,
After quite the cleansing shower;
I wash more of my clothes,
This won't ruin tonight's game hour!
29 July 2015
"Sharing Seems Futile" (P.o.t.D. 7/29/15)
Feeling exhaustion -
Like, "Why even try? This crowd..?
They're wrapped up in self."
Like, "Why even try? This crowd..?
They're wrapped up in self."
28 July 2015
"Six by six" (P.o.t.D. 7/28/15)
Why am I still awake?
'Cause I procrastinate...
I don't feel inspired,
Or have a writer's fire...
I often think in scenes,
Instead of wordy things...
So, this is what I write,
Before I snuff bed light...
Hope for a vivid dream,
Brought by coffee and cream...
Yet, I feel I'll soon sleep,
No memories, I'll keep.
'Cause I procrastinate...
I don't feel inspired,
Or have a writer's fire...
I often think in scenes,
Instead of wordy things...
So, this is what I write,
Before I snuff bed light...
Hope for a vivid dream,
Brought by coffee and cream...
Yet, I feel I'll soon sleep,
No memories, I'll keep.
27 July 2015
"Job Worries" (P.o.t.D. 7/27/15)
Stayed in bed today...
Afraid to face unknown Ways
Of earning good pay?
Afraid to face unknown Ways
Of earning good pay?
26 July 2015
"Unfriended" (P.o.t.D. 7/26/15)
She lingers in my thoughts, a resentment
That subtly preys upon my peace of mind.
I am perplexed why she left no mention
When she cut off contact in ways unkind.
That subtly preys upon my peace of mind.
I am perplexed why she left no mention
When she cut off contact in ways unkind.
25 July 2015
"Helping Acceptance" (P.o.t.D. 7/25/15)
I do not wish to be someone unique,
Separated by perceived difference.
I do not like being afraid to speak,
Cast off by those who think I make no sense.
It's just common ground, with you, that I seek;
Yet I must shed my fears and my pretence.
It's just treatment of the humble and meek
To be allowed space to "get off their fence".
Separated by perceived difference.
I do not like being afraid to speak,
Cast off by those who think I make no sense.
It's just common ground, with you, that I seek;
Yet I must shed my fears and my pretence.
It's just treatment of the humble and meek
To be allowed space to "get off their fence".
"Do you...?" (P.o.t.D. 7/25)
Do you still love me,
Flaws and all - imperfect soul?
Speak true now - do you?
Flaws and all - imperfect soul?
Speak true now - do you?
24 July 2015
"Nothing Gained" (P.o.t.D. 7/24/15)
"Pick up the pebble, playing 'pon my palm."
Swish! Snatched at too slowly, securing zilch!
Even with nothing, you remain so calm -
A Zen master, not flustered by failed filch.
Swish! Snatched at too slowly, securing zilch!
Even with nothing, you remain so calm -
A Zen master, not flustered by failed filch.
22 July 2015
"Unfinished House" (P.o.t.D. 7/22/15)
Paint swathes cross the door
Telling tales about a home
Abandoned, it seems.
Telling tales about a home
Abandoned, it seems.
21 July 2015
"Two Bits" (P.o.t.D. 7/21/15)
Some two-bit poem hack:
Tries to be writer, he acts,
Tortured by mind wracked.
Tries to be writer, he acts,
Tortured by mind wracked.
16 July 2015
"Seed Cycle" (P.o.t.D. 7/16/15)
The flowers' petals have fallen away,
Leaving tiny green seed pods in bunches
That will grow into red berries one day
To become many hungry birds' lunches.
What will happen next, is Nature at play -
"New blooms, far away" - those are the hunches.
Leaving tiny green seed pods in bunches
That will grow into red berries one day
To become many hungry birds' lunches.
What will happen next, is Nature at play -
"New blooms, far away" - those are the hunches.
15 July 2015
"Ode to Beginner's Mind" (P.o.t.D. 7/15/15)
Most days, my mind is like an empty vase,
Free from all sorts of bother and worry.
Without clutter, life is easy to face,
And I don't run amuck in a hurry.
Free from all sorts of bother and worry.
Without clutter, life is easy to face,
And I don't run amuck in a hurry.
11 July 2015
"Organize!" (P.o.t.D. 7/11/15)
Organize chaos...
Random thoughts, upon the page,
Gathered as the mind does rage.
Anarchy "rules" within the brain,
Never making it easy to train
Intellect's galumphing, dumb
Zoo of wandering, random
Emotions and thoughts.
Random thoughts, upon the page,
Gathered as the mind does rage.
Anarchy "rules" within the brain,
Never making it easy to train
Intellect's galumphing, dumb
Zoo of wandering, random
Emotions and thoughts.
10 July 2015
08 July 2015
"Bloom" (P.o.t.D. 7/8/15)
After rains, flowers
Bloom in pinks, purples, and orange -
Such lovely walks home!
Bloom in pinks, purples, and orange -
Such lovely walks home!
07 July 2015
"Ennio & Dario" (P.o.t.D. 7/7/15)
Terror hunts me now,
Hinted by my phone's music -
Do I like these songs?
Hinted by my phone's music -
Do I like these songs?
05 July 2015
"Trickle" (P.o.t.D. 7/5/15)
Does your money flow,
Throughout our society?
...Or congeal, like grease?
Throughout our society?
...Or congeal, like grease?
04 July 2015
"Swimming With Sharks?" (P.o.t.D. 7/4/15)
Why do they hate so?
To survive vicious circles
Of intolerance...?
To survive vicious circles
Of intolerance...?
29 June 2015
"Ten Word Autobiography" (P.o.t.D. 6/29/30)
Enjoys puzzles, games;
Bit cultured...
Many jobs held;
Suffering poverty.
Bit cultured...
Many jobs held;
Suffering poverty.
27 June 2015
"Haiku Hack" (P.o.t.D. 6/27/15)
I wrote a poem, see?!
With syllables all counted,
Yet no point was made.
With syllables all counted,
Yet no point was made.
26 June 2015
"How We Roll.." (P.o.t.D. 6/25/15)
Sticky rice, rolled up tight
Upon a crispy, salty sheet of nori,
Snuggling with cucumbers, carrots,
Halibut perhaps - or other fish:
Ingested with the zesty tang of wasabi!
Upon a crispy, salty sheet of nori,
Snuggling with cucumbers, carrots,
Halibut perhaps - or other fish:
Ingested with the zesty tang of wasabi!
23 June 2015
"Two minutes, Twice" (P.o.t.D. 6/23/15)
Two minutes: Go!
How fast can I type?
How fast can I think?
Of course, my critics
Will tear this idea apart -
Saying where's the flow of ideas..
Silly rule you're using..
and so on..
I do not know what
Will come from the race,
But an attempt to stream,
To bring the thoughts
Talking about what i want to talk about
...and timer rings.
So.. update my phone app,
For the next quest,
And I start the timer again.
Time is trickling past,
Sometimes roaring like rapids -
Eating away at the thread
Woven for my path
By the Three Fates
Time is one of my
Most valuable assets -
If I give you my time,
My attention,
my devotion..
then - damn. two minutes gone again.
How fast can I type?
How fast can I think?
Of course, my critics
Will tear this idea apart -
Saying where's the flow of ideas..
Silly rule you're using..
and so on..
I do not know what
Will come from the race,
But an attempt to stream,
To bring the thoughts
Talking about what i want to talk about
...and timer rings.
So.. update my phone app,
For the next quest,
And I start the timer again.
Time is trickling past,
Sometimes roaring like rapids -
Eating away at the thread
Woven for my path
By the Three Fates
Time is one of my
Most valuable assets -
If I give you my time,
My attention,
my devotion..
then - damn. two minutes gone again.
22 June 2015
"Cutting Cuts" (P.o.t.D. 6/22/15)
Cutting up in the kitchen
Cuts short my labored thoughts...
Cutting off his corn -
Cut to the chase -
Cutting hurts...
Cut deep,
Cuts.
Cuts short my labored thoughts...
Cutting off his corn -
Cut to the chase -
Cutting hurts...
Cut deep,
Cuts.
21 June 2015
Measuring Bipolar
How can I tell that I may be depressed?
I feel so sluggish, I just want to stay in bed, I'm not eating a lot...
I can't find the motivation to write, to explore, to do stuff...
It's weird. It's not like I have a perfect mood meter in my brain - partly because I'm trying to take a measure of my brain with my brain. So, when I'm depressed, I'm not always in a foul mood, or wishing to die, or having a pity party - I'm just having a hard time piecing ideas together, and following through on plans. My brain is just not operating as fast as when I'm normal.
Now, when I'm manic.. whoo.. it becomes hard to stay focused on one train of thoughts, because others keep trying to jump up in their place. Also, because my brain feels so alive, I do get excited, but I also can get irritable.
At either extreme, I can easily lose focus, which can make me ineffective in getting things done. Also, the swings are not really tied to external events, like my job or my relationships or the weather - the swings just happen. Now, I do think good or bad events in my life CAN impact the severity of the swings...
In any case, I've been feeling depressed, in the bipolar fashion. I'm just not getting stuff done, because I keep feeling like I'm running out of time. I just want to stay in bed, because I feel exhausted.
I feel so sluggish, I just want to stay in bed, I'm not eating a lot...
I can't find the motivation to write, to explore, to do stuff...
It's weird. It's not like I have a perfect mood meter in my brain - partly because I'm trying to take a measure of my brain with my brain. So, when I'm depressed, I'm not always in a foul mood, or wishing to die, or having a pity party - I'm just having a hard time piecing ideas together, and following through on plans. My brain is just not operating as fast as when I'm normal.
Now, when I'm manic.. whoo.. it becomes hard to stay focused on one train of thoughts, because others keep trying to jump up in their place. Also, because my brain feels so alive, I do get excited, but I also can get irritable.
At either extreme, I can easily lose focus, which can make me ineffective in getting things done. Also, the swings are not really tied to external events, like my job or my relationships or the weather - the swings just happen. Now, I do think good or bad events in my life CAN impact the severity of the swings...
In any case, I've been feeling depressed, in the bipolar fashion. I'm just not getting stuff done, because I keep feeling like I'm running out of time. I just want to stay in bed, because I feel exhausted.
"Bottom of the Can" (P.o.t.D. 6/21/15)
Disappointing grounds
Made coffee look, taste like tea -
Time to buy a can.
Made coffee look, taste like tea -
Time to buy a can.
20 June 2015
"Night Shift" (P.o.t.D. 6/20/15)
As rain trickled down,
Sleep swallowed the sunlight time -
Night finds me awake.
Sleep swallowed the sunlight time -
Night finds me awake.
16 June 2015
"Haikus cry, 'Help me!'" (P.o.t.D. 6/16/15)
Feeling frustration,
Order mixes with chaos,
And dime poems are born.
Order mixes with chaos,
And dime poems are born.
14 June 2015
"Writer's Lament" (P.o.t.D. 6/14/15)
The desire is an ashen ember -
Dying bonfire in the summer night -
As painful weariness draws out the tears
Sacrificed upon losing writer's fight.
Dying bonfire in the summer night -
As painful weariness draws out the tears
Sacrificed upon losing writer's fight.
13 June 2015
"Feeling Fetal" (P.o.t.D. 6/13/15)
Huddled in my bed,
Hiding from some simple jobs –
Hindered by my mood.
Hiding from some simple jobs –
Hindered by my mood.
11 June 2015
"Four subject words" (P.o.t.D. 6/11/15)
Pick four words from the environment around you,
And write four fairly simple sentences,
Using them as the subject...
So, I'm in the kitchen,
Typing away at my laptop,
Perched upon the dining table;
And I wonder why I signed up
For a grammar group?
None the less, I'll give it a whirl,
Using books, computers, television, and the couch -
"As the unread books gather dust,
The television blares in the background,
And the couch sags under his sleeping weight.
Meanwhile, the computers sit idle,
Frozen upon webpages visited hours ago."
And write four fairly simple sentences,
Using them as the subject...
So, I'm in the kitchen,
Typing away at my laptop,
Perched upon the dining table;
And I wonder why I signed up
For a grammar group?
None the less, I'll give it a whirl,
Using books, computers, television, and the couch -
"As the unread books gather dust,
The television blares in the background,
And the couch sags under his sleeping weight.
Meanwhile, the computers sit idle,
Frozen upon webpages visited hours ago."
10 June 2015
"Kotter's Groan" (P.o.t.D. 6/10/15)
My brain is pudding,
My muscles twitch and ache so,
Gray hairs - all speak age.
My muscles twitch and ache so,
Gray hairs - all speak age.
08 June 2015
"Freedom of Speech, or Peace of Mind?" (P.o.t.D. 6/8/15)
Remaining silent,
The anger simmers, unheard -
Leave the post to trolls.
The anger simmers, unheard -
Leave the post to trolls.
07 June 2015
"Noise Disruptions" (P.o.t.D. 6/7/15)
Came home to silence,
Set up to start my writing –
Now, noisy house mates.
Set up to start my writing –
Now, noisy house mates.
06 June 2015
"Oh, Thank Heaven!" (written for contest: "Sandwish") (P.o.t.D. 6/6/15)
Sandwiches at the 7-Eleven
Live for only two days, or perhaps three,
Before they're written off to some heaven -
At least, that's what the dumpster divers see...
I could say, "Oh, so much more...", but, "Alas!"
By working there, my words face an impasse.
Live for only two days, or perhaps three,
Before they're written off to some heaven -
At least, that's what the dumpster divers see...
I could say, "Oh, so much more...", but, "Alas!"
By working there, my words face an impasse.
02 June 2015
"Navigating Highs and Lows" (contest entry) (P.o.t.D. 6/2/15)
The summer that I just turned twenty-four,
A bipolar episode crossed my door...
Now that I have somehow turned forty-two,
I have learned tricks to appear sane to you.
Eighteen years of suffering strange mood swings
Has led to much pained wisdom that each brings.
A bipolar episode crossed my door...
Now that I have somehow turned forty-two,
I have learned tricks to appear sane to you.
Eighteen years of suffering strange mood swings
Has led to much pained wisdom that each brings.
01 June 2015
"Beauty at Dusk" (P.o.t.D. 6/1/15)
Bright spot at sunset -
Venus undressing, perhaps
Through bedroom windows?
Venus undressing, perhaps
Through bedroom windows?
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