Algebraic Alliteration
Enunciation + iteration = evocatively expressive sequences of summation
Read MoreWillingness
As the Rubik is twisted yet again and again
Circumstance will change with the passage of time
The hand currently held need not remain in the future
It just takes a willingness to tweak or redefine
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Playing With Blocks
Creative blocks don't feel so great
Grating? Yeah, they even agitate
Agitation arising from the limbo state
Stating such serves to ameliorate
Amelioration? Hopefully now I'll create
Read MoreFace Full Of Flush
Passing through a scanner of the TSA, I was nabbed for a container of aerosol spray.
It wasn't a matter of attempted circumvention, or an act of malice that warranted detention.
It's simply that I packed a dittie in a rush - which resulted in it's seizure and my face full of flush.
Read MoreWe Can Be Free
Here and there people Tweet, mobile data’s really neat - read, reply and then delete
We are textestrians!
Dining with friends I do adore. Yikes, the conversation’s a bore. Humm, what’s up beyond the door?
We are textestrians :)
To the mall with PDA near, when wielded in front it becomes a spear and away from us others must veer
We are textestrians
Immediacy is a continuous need, “Can’t wait, right now," that’s the creed. Rapid blather, heed and bleed ...
We are textestrians?
It’s so easy to pontificate, share some news or foment some hate. No eye contact - isn’t it great ?!?
We are textestrians :(
Addiction to the broadcast word, senders being barely heard above the din of the digital herd
We are textestrians
At the movies or with a book, fighting the urge to take a look at devices placed “off the hook”
We are textestrians?
Escape and make some quality time - nod to a neighbor, follow a vine. Yes, the physical world’s sublime
We are textestrians?
Watch the birds and the bees, look around, savor Thee, and be fully present non-digitally
No longer textestrians, we can be free
Read MoreMy Own
Consciousness slowly washes over my soul as I awaken from the depths of an afternoon dream
A slow floating sensation with which I roll, circular yet unhurried like carefully whipped cream
The sublime reluctantly relinquishes its grasp, as the world steadfastly makes its presence known
I don't have a choice as to where I am going, but the pace of reawakening can be my own
The world beckons my reentry, so alive with sights and sounds in their perpetual show
Still, the realm that I'm leaving is so full of wonder that it's a destination to which I again yearn to go
Read MoreOn A Passage
Resurrection is in detection
Moving beyond emotional protection
Vulnerability is a form of perfection
Showing to others a true reflection
Expressing oneself in a new direction
On a passage of Resurrection
My Daily Gestalt
With white shirt tails, and collars too
A two button suit and some basic black shoes
It's my watch fastened firmly to a band with bolts
And especially my tie that express a daily gestalt
Flashes of color and some texture too
Form a timeless ensemble which will never lose
Centered By You
Comfortably uncomfortable yet in the zone
Striving for something outside the dome
Intentions are set and thus they guide
The course is clear when fear's set aside
Reaching far yet so centered by you
My mind's wide open and my heart is true
Read MoreThe Expression That Explains
Traffic is ripping from the left and the right while a man hoofs it to work in the dawn's early light
With not enough money to buy a ride to the job, the man walks the highway, shod in the worn clothes of a slob
He must deftly dodge across double lanes - this causes startled observers to think "Man, that's insane"
Counting his blessings that he's made it safely so far, he shakes loose a smoke for some nicotine laced tar
For a while he's marooned on the thin median strip, so he savors some drags from a butt between his lips
Then ponders what has become the lot of his life - "Have I ever known solace, or just struggle and strife?"
With a smoky euphoria now teasing his brain, he has taken to an expression that might just explain
"Pick your poison," the man, after each ignition, will say, "The end will come - but hopefully not today."
Read MoreMorning Run
Shadows sliding side by side
Flying forward via human stride
Beings manifested by a rising sun
Obstructed rays during a morning run
Breaths bring oxygen to human hearts
Shadows summarize their body parts
Read MoreThe Faux Pas
After tucking a tail between one's legs, it's time to face the inevitable chagrin
"Isn't avoidance possible?" the ego begs, "It's so crushing when I don't win"
Alas, a faux pas placed upon a peg starts the passage towards forgiveness of sin
Reconciliation can segue from earnest apology, but never from perpetuated spin
Read MoreCensorship
Censorship grows quickly old, "Watch your thoughts - do as your told."
Doesn't it matter how one might feel when earnest expression is brought to heel?
Ultimately an oppressor is the greater fool for tearing to shreds the Golden Rule.
Read MoreA Measured Tempo
Intermittent wipers are a mechanical delight as they cleanse a zone of critical sight.
Faithfully scraping splotches from the sky in a periodic pulse playing out before my eyes.
Bladed arms arching, pass after pass, in a measured tempo while gliding across glass.
Each blissful pause serving to partially abate the chances of entry into hypnotic state.
Read MoreSleep
Sleep is an individualistic exercise,
A realm we enter with closed eyes
An altered state, natural and divine,
With surreal scenarios so elusively sublime