view2021/11/16 #poetry
I didn't use it, well maybe once, but it is hard to lose it, I like it a bunch.
I've learned it's not easy, letting things go, to give all my stuff the old heave ho.
Some things are useful, convenient, or nice. Other things are not, but still a hard sacrifice.
Some are full of promise and some hold a memory,
or maybe I paid money and don't want to give it free.
Whatever it is it is time to move on. I have too much stuff and I want it gone.
Whatever the catch I'll just have to squeeze by. My patience for junk now is not very high.
I don't have the space and I don't have the time. I'll eliminate things to take them off my mind.
The maintenance, storage, attention, and care is not worth the hassle to keep everything here.
I learned my lesson, accumulation's bad. Now I can fix it and it'll be rad.
I'll struggle on, to make my vision real. I will not stop 'till I reach my ideal.
The plan is straightforward, sell or give things away. Keep working on it a bit everyday.
Make sure that more things don't appear in my life. Things are easy to get but most cause me much strife.
That's all there is to it, just like losing weight, limit in, max out out, when you're done celebrate!
view2021/11/15 #poetry
I'll be able to soon. I'll have the skill, I'll have the power. I'll be able to soon. I'll bring the will, I'll meet the hour. Soon, yes, soon. Not before it need be. Soon, so soon, it will be upon me. We know not when exactly, but can tell it won't be late. The indicators indicate a not too distant date.
Soon, you see, this happening occurs. Soon can be such a tempting lure.
If only we could verify and know exactly when, but we will have to measure time and wait patiently 'till then.
view2021/11/14 #poetry
This is the only time I'll have to make my mind up. I'm not sure yet but I have to choose. I think that I should take my chances on what I really want. I think everyone should. Giving up on your hopes because they aren't simple or easy is a terrible way to live.
Just where I might be going I have no idea. The whole possibility space is too vast to contemplate. My choices are only a small part of what decides my way. I should make the best of them by staying true to myself and let the rest align without reaction.
When things seem chaotic staying present is the key. Take necessary action, and let uncertainty be.
view2021/11/13 #poetry
Yes, I saw it! It was grand.
Even if it wasn't what we initially planned.
There's more time to start it again.
You can see the whole thing from beginning to end.
Dim the lights, turn the volume up.
Silence your phone and fill your cup.
Focus on this here alone.
You have to stay calm to remain in the zone.
We wanted something else but I highly recommend.
You will be satisfied about the time you will expend.
Don't worry about me, I won't get bored.
There's more to it than my memory has stored.
view2021/11/12 #poetry
All the little bugs
Living off the flowers
The dirt
The sap
The leaves
Fluzzing about in a haze of criss-cross traffic
Buoyant in the heat
Dancing in the sun
Delight you little bugs!
view2021/11/11 #poetry
Pack away all my projects
Decide I have nothing to do
It's nice to have them in boxes
Maybe I'll leave them there too
The nagging need for unpacking
Is bouncing around in my brain
I'd rather forego the unpacking
I'm not sure what I have to gain
It's actually kind of enticing
It feels good to put things away
But I'll have to do it tomorrow
It's already the end of the day
view2021/11/10 #poetry
Just outside
there is coughing
retching
screaming
wailing
booming
honking
shrieking
screeching
banging
slamming
beeping
crashing
yelling
weeping
roaring
clattering
cracking
smashing
dragging
crunching
yo
real city
action
alive
view2021/11/9 #poetry
Then there was the sound of the rain. It wasn't loud but it was the only sound. Pit plunk tac tac tac. Most find it a pleasant sound. For me, I find it very much so. I like it to the point where when other sounds interfere I become upset. Just listen to the rain. Inside feels nicer but outside sounds even better. There is no other sound but the rain. I always feel my breath when I hear just the rain. It seems connected. The rain isn't a sound, it is thousands of sounds. Each drop making different noises as they hit different surfaces at different speeds and with different weights.
view2021/11/8 #poetry
That one moment when it is done. When you finish and find the space that was before full of rush. That calm of emptiness. The aligning with gravity rather than momentum.
For some, this feels like uncomfortable lack and they grasp for new direction. For others, this is what they live for and they savor it. Others still, take it in course, accepting the balance between both activity and stillness.
When you go through it, notice, do you turn to memory of the recent push or do you become acutely aware of your surroundings? Maybe you seek acknowledgment or input from others. Maybe you cycle through a few of these.
Do you expect this moment or does it surprise you?
Have you noticed that this state is achievable from story as well as life?
The true conclusion is a powerful thing.
view2021/11/7
When I opened the fridge door for the first time in my new place I was not expecting that. It was not in such bad shape that I couldn't even look, but it was by no means in a state that I'd expect reasonable adults to keep it. This was when I knew I'd be needing to either be the main housekeeper here or find a way to motivate a better system. We all live here, let's keep it nice for ourselves. Moldy or dried out wrinkled vegetables don't belong in a well used fridge.