poetry

2021/7/19 #poetry After the walk, the long walk, the walk that I had not prepared for, I felt sore. I felt weakened from effort. I felt that the day had been used, time spent, in a new and worthy activity but not in any effort toward my goals. I should throw them out, those goals. They only take my peace. If I should think, as I do, that accomplishment of them should bring peace, I should also think that it is merely the end of striving that would bring it. Striving, which could also stop if I just drop it, each and every goal. Some say that habits are better than goals, that rituals and repetitive behaviors will bring the results and that the goal is just a metric. Even if you parse it this way, if your activities are in pursuit of any object they may fall short, or be yet impending and as such cause strife. If you should in true and actual fashion live each and every day for it's own sake, and verily as if it be your last, then you'd have to make a way of performing mundane and necessary tasks that enlivens you so that you have no future hopes, only to enjoy this moment and continue as you are. This trick will serve you well even when the habits do amount to something in the end; but the real prize is this contentment in the moment. It is supreme as a skill and as a goal.

2021/7/18 #poetry One day I'll feel good. Like I've got the reigns and know how to use them. It happens often enough. Some day's I'll feel behind, lost, or heavy with inertia. I just have to keep telling myself it will pass, it will pass. I may think that I'll get to a needless and wantless state soon as I complete my goals. I should heed the stories that others tell, that such a state is not even desirable and much, much harder to find than I seem to believe. That goals lead to other goals. That as you accrue achievements it becomes harder to let go than it is to take on more responsibility. There's no place where you need not work to survive. Rising through the hierarchy in our ignoble system of socioeconomic inequality is more than likely the best bet to achieve that. Sometimes that may happen with pure luck, but for most that too takes work.

2021/7/16 #poetry I'm really interested in ooh I wonder if it's used in other languages too For interest For passion For pleasure and pain We speak it quite often And use it again When we make a realization And when we appreciate When we think something's cute When we react with hate To taunt and to tease When others do well And when we enjoy A delicious smell As an exclamation It fits anyplace We may say it with a smile Or scrunch up our face Enter a warm tub Swallow a special treat Enjoy a foot rub Or slide into a soft seat You'll probably ooh It's ok I do too And I am convinced It's the right thing to do

2021/7/15 #poetry You may guess that there's a pattern emerging. You may be right too. I don't see it yet, but maybe you do. I'd follow your lead if you knew where to go but your confidence is lacking and your guessing is slow. Do you like this game? Is it fun or a bore? We can play another. We don't have to keep score. The choice will be fine anyway that you go. There's nothing to lose, it's all just a show. Experiment, test, innovate, randomize. As they say, one can't know before one even tries. If you make a mistake don't take it to heart. You've done more than most by the time that you start. So begin, begin, again, and again. Don't think what to write just go pick up that pen.

2021/7/14 #poetry You better bet that you can and you will. If you don't then you won't and this is not a practice drill. Get it done while you can, if you wait you'll regret. The direction is plain, no excuses or 'not yet'. You have time to prepare but prepare for a time. Don't stretch it out or you'll be last in line. Await no instruction, act with verve. Take a big chance if you've got the nerve. Pull your punches? I laugh at thee. Try this knuckle sandwich, it's complimentary. You've got the power. Use it well. Make the story of your life a good tale to tell. It's not over yet so don't quit now. You better bet that you'll win, and how!

2021/7/11 #poetry Hunting a scent Following it's trail Down through an alley 'Round the corner Up the block I didn't realize until I sniffed it But I'm starving I should find what it is It's way past lunch o'clock It's bread I'm sure There's a bakery I must find it Gotta be here somewhere not too far just steps away I don't see it But my nose is going bonkers Perhaps it's just a neighbor and I've been led astray Wherever it is from I really hope they take my money Give me food and a warm belly and then send me on my way Bread bread bread bread It's the only thing going on in my head I don't care if it's bagels or muffin or cake It could even be flapjacks or naan for gosh sake Just let me chew it As long as it's baked I'm going home this is too much to take

2021/7/10 #poetry Looking back I see That what I've made delights me so I can continue Make more and more Allow my energy To flow If I want a result Time will be used I'll be efficient and productive Or frustrated and confused Check some boxes Finish things off So I can have time For other fun stuff Use time wisely As you know So no years seem to be missing By the end of the show It's all a game So don't worry too hard But remain attentive And keep up your guard

2021/7/7 #poetry When the wind takes me up, in a sudden rush, I become lighter, freed of my musings and rambles inside, alert to the feelings in my body, the sounds around me, the cold or heat, and the motion of the surroundings. There's no way to ignore it. There's no way to be left unchanged. The wind is a taker of dreams and other falsehoods. The wind is a bringer of harsh reality. Whooochhhsshhhhhhhh

2021/7/6 #poetry What a joy it is to maintain the body, but also what a distraction. Eating, sleeping, moving, bring pleasure but also take time & require attention at regular intervals. This can interrupt your focus on other things. Other things that also take time. The main issue I have with time is that I spend a lot of it doing things that I think I'm interested in but am really only interested in the outcome and I don't spend enough time considering whether there might be an easier, quicker, or more direct way for me to obtain the outcome or if the outcome itself could be secondary to a further outcome and skipped over.

2021/7/5 #poetry Sometimes I feel it's such a shame to eat a fruit, to cut up a squash. The shape, color, and patterns so beautiful, destroyed, consumed. This utterly unique specimen erased, never to be seen again. I get myself past this momentary angst by reminding myself that even if I don't eat it it wont last long. That I appreciated it, took a moment to really drink it in, must be enough. I've nothing else to offer. I'd plant its seeds if I could. I'd take photographs had I the skill, or perhaps draw or paint it. Even if I could, there are too many things for me to honor this way. My glimmer of awe must suffice.