Waiting
The process is unending
Much like my thoughts
Parading unhindered
Throughout the universe
Module Fail
I can feel them again after two years under scabs.
They get hard again sometimes,
but not yet in delight,
they used to only subside when I was hot in the bath.
When the skin students poked at me and talked to each other, without addressing me, about how terribly sore they must be and how it was a shame they wouldn’t heal.
I thought, fuck you, but my neurons wouldn’t carry it to my mouth for me then
They had no ideas to help.
Module Fail.
I thought, fuck you, again.
Uselessness.
The whiteheads and pus are gone.
They no longer bleed or boil up.
And they look great after all my oiling and rubbing.
Fuck you, module failures.
It’s Magic
It’s Magic
The Gathering
Of people
Strategically in fantasy
Creating Armies
Angels, Demons, Fae and more
It’s Magic
Choose your colors
How are you with sorcery? 😈
Killer enchantments? Yes please!
It’s Magic
It’s ruthless 💀
Where Mana rules
And zero means death
Hour 3: Tears
I want to cry
The world is so cruel
I see human but no humanity
I want to cry
Depression is killing me
I try to express it
But I am shy
I want to cry
I feel alone
I need hug
But I am nobody
3.
packing, sorting, stitches healing,
worrying, stopping, stealing
eating, waiting, feeling
things take the time they take
songs and dreams and wedding plans
tongs and scenes and kicking cans
tongs in apps and going mad
things take the time they take
a year and three months of solitudes
first with and then without you
first with wine and then without soothing
things take the time they take
an excision is meant to cut out
pressure mounting, unexpected relapse
i waste my time on fear and doubt
things will break if they need to to break
For the Last Decade (Third Hour of Half Marathon 2021)
For the Last Decade
(Third Hour of Half Marathon 2021)
For the last decade
We have shared our thoughts and prayers
For the last 18 months
We have shared our thoughts and prayers
For the last few days
We have shared our thoughts and prayers
As we search for signs of life
Amid the rubble
Amid the fire
Amid the water
Amid the storm
We hope to wake up to good news
As the bad news we last heard
As we drifted to sleep lightly
Haunted our sleep
We have no time
For REM or deep sleep
Coffee barely prepares us
As we stare into the tv void
The preachers, priests, rabbis, imams
Are speechless beneath the glare
They stutter to the rhythm of multi rhythmic
Gun blasts in the distance getting closer
Each standing at a corner
Offering prayers to ward off danger
We conjure thoughts of miracles
As we search for signs of life
Hoping our thoughts and prayers will lead to recovery
Rather than acceptance of retrieval
Our thoughts run rampant
And crash over their prayers
Among the sounds of thunderous steel and concrete crashing
Among the sounds of multi rhythmic gunfire
I was thinking and praying for fireworks
I think I was misunderstood
By the powers that grant wishes
Or answer to those who think and pray
For something different or something better
Not just a better result
For the last five millennia
We have been haunted
By the thoughts of prayers
Of others
I think as we wake up to a disturbed sleep
That we have been deeply misunderstood.
Our ancestors traded tranquility
For the ability
To think and pray.
We search for signs of life
Among concrete and steel ruins
With trained dogs
Who couldn’t be happier
We use robots
To search for the sniper
Hiding behind the wall
We offer a solution
An emulsion of thoughts and prayers
We find ourselves humming to a multi rhythmic beat
Of gunfire and buildings falling
A modern song recorded by satellites
And played back on the 24 hour cycle of news
Until the conductor adds a new chorus
Prompt 3, Hour 3: In My Heart
There was a rainbow in the sky
and a rainbow across the calendar.
It’s June; pride month.
I watch my rainbow flag ripple in the wind.
If there is anyone around here that is alone and can’t show who they are,
There is an ally who lives here.
I’m your neighbor, an advocate, I’ll be your family if you have none.
There was a black lives matter sticker on my car-
it’s a little damaged from wear and tear;
and there is a black lives matter sign in my heart.
It’s 2021, racism should be dead.
I watch as people glance at my car.
If there is anyone around here who is mistreated because of skin color and can’t find love,
There is an ally here.
I’m your neighbor, an advocate, I’ll be your family if you have none.
There is a no tolerance for bullying rule wherever you go.
Sometimes it’s as if there is small print, excusing bullying
but not when you enter my world.
I can’t stand someone being hurt.
I read stories and my heart breaks.
If there is anyone here who is being bullied, reach out, tell.
There is an ally who will stand up for you.
I’m your neighbor, an advocate, I’ll be your family if you have none.
There is stigma and judgment around mental illness.
Sometimes those who suffer can’t get help or speak up.
They feel alone in the hell their mind has become.
Writing helps me stay sane.
If there is anyone that is a prisoner of their own mind, write, scream, open up.
There is an ally who will listen and be there for you.
I’ll be your ears, on your team, rooting for you and sitting with you in the dark.
photography
Our confidence in the value of our memories has been shaken
by the ease of snapping moments upon moments
of what our eyes appear to be seeing
and our ears appear to be hearing without
a lapse in time to develop and process
the narrative of the those encounters.
Thousands upon thousands of images stored
in a vast network of ether are mostly unretrievable
under the weight of the numbers and
reveal the impossibility of documenting
everything and existing at the same time.
SciFi predicts in the future we will
be able to record 24/7 everything
we see, hear, feel, smell, taste, say.
If someone views this recording of a human being,
whose life will it be?
Pond —-Hour3
Watching the pond bank
Frogs leap above a Lotus
Mud reveals beauty
Fly me to the moon, take me to some star…
Fly me to the moon, take me to some star,
Thou, I would want to just stay forever in your heart..
For love is what I’ll give and care what I’ll show,
Want to smooth your life, as water on the snow…
Fly me to the moon, take me to some star,
Want you in my eyes, letting you be as you are…
With your lips spreading smile and stature higher than height,
Want to spend rest of my life looking just into your sight…
Fly me to the moon, take me to some star,
Please forgive, if some thought might look as a scar…
With a beginning of trust and not on the swing of lie,
Even if life ends on earth, won’t ever leave you by…