2021/6/4 #poetry Perhaps my instincts were right. I should have avoided the fight. We could have waited until it was light. Not get nuts in the dead of the night. Man that punch sure had a bite. I guess it just must be my plight. I got hit but I did alright. With my fists balled up so very tight. Wasn't long, you might say it was trite. Then they ran off way out of sight.
2021/6/1 #poetry I have a few minutes to tell you about my incredible, amazing, wonderful, fabulous, thrilling, fantastic, superb, dazzling, stupendous, magical, magnificent, unbelievable, awesome, impressive, astonishing, extraordinary, miraculous, astounding, stunning, remarkable, exceptional, tremendous, splendid, marvelous, sensational, terrific, spectacular, momentous, outstanding, arresting, phenomenal, special, fascinating, eventful, striking... ...oh, out of time. Remind me, ok?
2021/5/31 #poetry Most of the time I'm awake and alive I feel good, I'd say, overall Getting sick really takes the fun away The extra pep, the vibrance and keen interest, is dulled The simple joy of just existing is dampened The glint and sparkle of all the wonderful things becomes a harsh shine Being forced to turn inwards is not all bad Having a break to focus on self-care is really nice Spending time doing nothing can't be overvalued. The best I ever feel is after I get better That contrast does wonders I'm not interested in getting sick But if I can't avoid it entirely I do hope I can appreciate it when I do
2021/5/29 #poetry Rest your eyes a moment. I know it's hard to read when your eyes are closed but trust me, just close them for a moment. The thoughts that drifted through your mind while you were resting your eyes were part of this poem too. It's interactive. Now rest your mind a while. Do the shrieking thing, where you mentally scream at the top of you mental lungs at any thought that comes by until it is drowned out. It's exhausting, I know. So don't do it for too long. Sometimes it helps to make a face as if you are screaming. It can get the mental yelling louder for some people. Take a rest after, eyes open or closed whichever is most comfortable. Let your mind do what it will. After a few moments breathe in through your nose noticing the feeling of the air and out through your mouth with a sound whatever sound you like a hhhaaaa or an uulll is fine if you just want to keep your throat relaxed but any sound you like is OK OK? Now you add the last line aloud.
2021/5/28 #poetry Miraculous. Each and every moment as senses overfill my capacity to receive. Giant rivers of feelings on my skin, in my air passageways, mouth, and muscles. Ears collecting in every direction, announcing the activities of all that are near. And oh, what my eyes see. What they see I never can share. Always too much, much too much too much. I'm definitely not going to talk about taste and smell, they're just beyond expression entirely. What comes from within, what I do take pains to express, is its own universe, as they say. So much and so much again. If everything but me turned to smoke, all of everything, and I opened up and pored out, there still wouldn't be enough space for it all. That's why I can fire off these concentrated laser beams that make such an impact. It's all compressed and pressurized in there. Often there's such a rush to get out that all the exits get clogged and nothing else leaves. A gasp or a wow may reflect some minuscule aspect of it but often as not just silence and intensity of focus, observing the outside for any hint as to what is within that I can point to, any vibration that I can enhance to reveal the depth where my own powers would pale.
2021/5/27 #poetry Hey, today, if I may, I'll say, hooray and yay. The way I stay my course each day and write this May is a OK. I like to play with words and lay new verse, sometimes they don't rhyme – to my dismay. Do I have anything deeper to reveal than my thrill and zeal at how creating makes me feel? What's the deal, fer real? Bear with me, you see-you'll have to excuse any deeper muse from meter or having poetic attributes. I can't try to be cutes if I'm breaking assumed truths.
2021/5/26 #poetry Today I'll sketch a scene. I'll lay it out for you. Just walk into a dream. Perhaps it will come true. Arvind blinked his eyes. 'I'm not really seeing this' he thought. On the mantle before him lay a tiny city populated by termites and a few ants and aphids, each had a little silver dot on one side of their head. The city was no termite mound though. It was glass and metal and high tech polymers. Some of the insects carried tools and some operated machines. Tiny lights colored the urban landscape with complex patterns. It was almost silent, other than a few clicks and hisses from some of the equipment. Arvind didn't want to get too close for fear his breath might disturb them. “Maybe you can blink away the phantasm. Keep trying, it might work.” said a voice from behind him. Arvind realized that he had stopped blinking and that his eyes were quite dry. He also realized that he didn't have the slightest urge to turn and discover the speaker, his gaze was firmly glued to the city.
2021/5/19 #poetry Rather than go out and buy something new, I use what I've got, I try to make do. Most of the time I've got all that I need. Most of the time I've got way more, indeed. Almost all of the time I could do, with a bit less, letting go of a few. I can pare down. I can and I will. I promise myself to go in for the kill. Get rid of a couch, eschew a new toy, I'll take what I have and I'll learn to enjoy. I've got the big skill way down to the letter, keep new things away, don't spend and regretter. I must become better at throwing away. Some things I can't give, and they tend to stay. One day where I live will be clutter free. The feeling of space will bring joy to me.
2021/5/18 #poetry I'm so good at what I do. I'm so proud of coming through. I've got skills I like to share. I'm happy to bring my talent to bear. I want to show the things I feel. I've got to write to make it real. I'll take my time to make it good. I'll be deliberate like I should. I'll put the required effort in. I'll make a mark. I'll leave a pin. I'll really quite sincerely try to finish up before I die.
2021/5/17 #poetry Hyperfocus Hyperfixation Hyperrelaxed As if time doesn't exist Days and days go by I could spend a whole life wandering Nowhere in particular Many do but this is wandering at speed Running around On the playground Going up and down Exhaustion can't catch me But I can find myself roaring down a new track And not even remember where I'd been Lost in an endless tunnel of interest