Fake striving for authenticity but feeling like a mannequin randomly found in the middle of the woods banging out a song with no audience and with no legs to run away

Around here I stuff When the feelings pour out I’m usually all alone In the shower Sometimes I plug the tub So my body can be surrounded by the earth’s intelligence I turn the head for the most pressure to feel something it beats violently…

Reality T.V. is often seen staged. Underpaid actors and actresses pretending to be”real.” Once in awhile a talented individual surfaces like a lost treasure. Erik-Michael Estrada, Lukas Rossi, Carrie Underwood, Chris Daughtry to name a few. A musician with the voice of an angel, a…

Where streams end Rivers begin Where rivers end Seas begin Where men end God begin…

A hundred years from now Will my grandchildren be shaking their heads At the state of the world? Will they be proud of what we fought for, Or will they see it destroyed? Will we return to our roots, And throw out the AI? Or…

I cut my sandwich diagonally today. It reminded me of when I was younger. When I thought the direction of the slices mattered. (Off prompt/free write)

Oh roadrunner never able to stay in one place traveling seeing the tiredness on your face. you cooked. You wrote. And were always hungry for more. no reservations. The layover. All the parts unknown. Roadrunner, you taught me to go where the tourists don’t. not…

  Mood music is not illegal. But why not? Can free peoples be trusted to feel, as they are want to feel, under the influence of lyric free music? Can whole sentences be formed with sounds other than words? This sounds dangerous. Dissonant. These are…

My posts are all but lost To chaos Technicalities.

I am strapped to my wheelchair My legs lie still, will never kiss Earth again… But they cannot weigh my heart down For that muscled fella has eyes That dream big of conquering mountains and fears alike, Of scaling heights and sailing through seas of…