poetry

2021/7/4 #poetry If I had to assume, I'd say most of my assumptions about people, my first impressions, are upward of ninety percent accurate. I know I'm not supposed to rely too heavily on my assumptions, but people aren't exactly hiding who they are. Assuming is how the brain operates after all. I realize that I am biased and will promptly forget my misjudgments while retaining more accurate impressions. If we didn't do that we would probably feel a lot less safe. I suppose this is the case for many people, they don't trust their assessments and take much longer to trust new people.

2021/7/3 #poetry It's just so easy to bind yourself up with words, to swiftly paint yourself into a corner, to box yourself in. Your thoughts translated into speech won't necessarily be interpreted as intended. The results of this can vary widely, and your ability to clarify depends on what has transpired in between. I do suppose, if you could predict with perfect accuracy the results of your actions, then things could get pretty boring.

2021/7/2 #poetry A few inches, a few feet, a few seconds, a few years. What a difference a change in perspective can make. Even just a small change. Tiny. Go up one floor and you have a view over rooftops. A little paint, change of color, can make a room or a building feel fresh. What was a source of discomfort now feels pleasant. Cold harsh weather, when you have a full belly and somewhere to go is a different environment to the same weather with an empty stomach and nowhere to be.

2021/7/1 #poetry Over there keep going keep going You'll know when you've found it It's worth it I swear Hurry along don't terry don't terry You don't want to miss it You really should care Give it some time keep waiting keep waiting It grows on you 'till it is too much to bear

2021/6/30 #poetry In the pit of the quarry the wind whips by Cauldron of roiling vapors Unceasing gale Yet I feel calm As I watch the grass Undulating in waves Listen to the continuous roar Smell the soil and the leaves drying “Fill me up” I implore “Fortify me 'fore I return to the city”.

2021/6/29 #poetry Am I just making problems for myself for the sake of having problems? Do I take on projects without considering the time & energy commitment? It seemed so approachable at the outset. Just get the right bolts and screw 'em in. But apparently which bolts to use is a well guarded secret. Oy!

2021/6/28 #poetry You might think that since we can now access correct information about anything at anytime, that people would start making better decisions; but no, not by a wide margin. And it was obvious things would turn out this way. Some people do, of course, but just like with smoking, true knowledge does not always lead to right action. Most people are motivated not by understanding, but by emotion. That's universal as motivation itself is emotion, but some people are able to use understanding to create it or manipulate it. For the rest, they are unknowingly controlled by those who can craft clever ways of guiding and shaping emotion for them. It is part of human nature to manipulate, to persuade; but the science around it, plus the permissiveness of the culture as to what messages & images are allowed, plus the connectedness & access to sources of information, plus the ubiquitous tracking of late seems to be keeping a similar balance of informed individuals to those who are not.

2021/6/27 #poetry Timing. Place trust in the non-conscious part of yourself since only it can control timing. Serendipitous occurrences expose incredibly complex decision trees that can only connect with precise timing. What seems to have gone wrong now may later turn out to have been essential for another piece to fall into line.

2021/6/26 #poetry Aha! The ticket is to create and share. The more you share, the more valuable you are. As far as other people's perception goes. If you can share something that brings people closer to themselves or each other you'll feel purposeful too. Don't hesitate to share.

2021/6/25 #poetry Disappointment, as usual, from something small. Lack of perfection rather than genuine impediment. Not near total dissatisfaction. It's how close it gets that makes it disappointing. The reality check is it's good for now. There's nothing really wrong, just a 'perhaps, if it only... I could'. Like a friend that is always one minute late. You have nothing to complain about, it's just annoying. Missing something that was never there in the first place, like spellcheck on paper. The sting is that you can't even suck it up and make do. It's everything you need, no sacrifice necessary. The 'if only', if present, would still remain, now: 'if only I had the time'. Sigh.