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should i write a sonnet about lemmings?


English: A dead lemming on a stone in the rive...

English: A dead lemming on a stone in the river Revåa in Norway. Lemmings migrate in large numbers across the landscape, stopping for nobody. When they have to cross a river of some size, some lemmings will die. Every few years so many lemmings die this way that drinking the water from the streams becomes a health hazard to people hiking in the mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

should i write a sonnet
about lemmings?
their charming culture
and complicated relationships?
should i go on and on about the baby lemming
a lemming mother lost in a snowstorm?
should i try instead to reform them?
or just laugh, heartily,
as they run off yet another cliff?

 

 

Drone Ditty and Drone Poem


MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire...

MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire missiles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What must it be like to have the mind of a death drone.  I imagine them as happy little killers so
I wrote a ditty and a poem.

i’m a lil drone bot,
sleek and fast
here is my missile
here is my mast
i’ll put you six feet under
with a blast
you won’t see me coming
and you’ll breathe your last

DRONE POEM

i dreamt i was a happy drone
looking for some unfortunate target
over Yemen or Somalia…
oh so many countries to choose from

i love shooting my hellfire missiles
at the completely unawares
can’t wait to try it out on my home soil

oh well, a drone can dream, can’t it
i’ll have my day

So you see it’s not so bad, that dead child just made a lonely drone’s day!

Lackluster Ruminations, definitely will help you get a good night’s sleep.


Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of...

Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of Venus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here are some more random thoughts running through the undercurrent of what
is left of my synaptic membraims.  If you trail off though you may miss something.

Crumble.
Decay.

teeth falling out one by one
spots showing up in field of vision

but fingers know the way
if not, they find the way

to keep the Spirit smiling

crocuses poking their heads out early
in my imagination
or maybe not MY imagination
hard to tell these days what with
crimes against reality

perpetrated by every 14 year old with an iPhone5

So I have to fill out another paper document for the amusement of the Matrix and
as I ponder this and see this document in going off in transit like the opening credits
of Monty Python’s Flying Circus and wonder what mysterious object the Matrix turns
it into upon its arrival in the Central Processing Unit. Perhaps they just convert it into
a binary string that they pipe into their comedy clubs, if the Matrix has such things.

Her pussy, every time, felt like what Prince Charming Felt in his nads when he
slipped that Glass Slipper on Cinderella’s foot.

now scoot!


don’t go pokin’ yer nose in other people’s bidness
and fer fuck’s sake,
quit picking yer nose while I’m talking to you,
Mary, I know yer only seven year old,
but it’s time to learn some hard facts about life
you see, we been livin’ on my small disability pension
and what your Ma makes part-time at the Speedway
this means we ain’t gonna be able to give ya the things
yer gonna need in life

that’s why I’ve recorded a li’l video for you to watch
on your ‘puter and think hard about what yer gonna do
with the rest of your life.

now scoot!

So much faith behind the wheel


so much faith
behind the wheel
so much doubt
about yourself

it is easy
that we believe in those things
the things we take for granted
they are second nature

but believing in yourself?
why not?

you are the only
everchanging constant in your story
and ups and downs
are part of the ride

so the next time
you get behind the wheel
remember who is driving

why do you worry so?


Don't Be Happy... Just Worry

Don’t Be Happy… Just Worry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

not just the precipice
we peer over expectantly
waiting
there is peace in the light
but also in the darkness
peace
is where you find it
find yourself
not ruminating
over things that have no matter
nothing
nothing has matter
so why do you worry so?

 

reading of this poem on SoundCloud

 

 

 

Ruminations leading up to my 49th Birthday


and we are another step or rung on the ladder, i feel, by
obligation of our incarnation and to the people who raised
us from dust with their faith in humanity, for all its foibles
and folly, and the people we in turn raise with our actions
and words.

In the digital age, it seems to me that the Machines have
figured out a strategy to rid the world of humanity’s excesses
by slowly driving us further into insanity, at the peril of
once again losing all that we have built as a species. Tabula
rasa. Well played, Machines, well played.

The newspaper in my dream seemed very real. It was divided up
into its regular sections and I thumbed through it looking for
ads on stamp collecting, but not the sports section. I never
find stamp ads in the sports section, even when I’m dreaming.

I”ve been told by Gumbytron that my matrix panels are some
sort of hologram catcher, similar to a dream catcher.

sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna have fun
sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna be sheep
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
and not give a fuck about Li’l Bo Peep

sheeple e’rywhere ain’t hurtin’ no one
sheeple e’rywhere ain’t doin’ no wrong
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
carry on sheep-lin’ all day long

OK, I got the main matrix colored in for this level 4
replacement board. It’s taken me a while just to get this far
as I spend a lot of time considering what messages to send the
matrix in each layer of construction. Soon, after setting the
oil pastels with fixative, I can begin the process of attaching
and gluing items to the panel. That is some work in itself!

for they were free
free to worship Mammon
and wrap themselves
in His chains

to be carried by the weight
down
down
down
finding comfort in the Fall
finding comfort among the Fallen

is contemplating the riddle of the Sphincter…

an implication of Light


OMG Evil Groundhog

OMG Evil Groundhog (Photo credit: mygothlaundry)

dVerse Poets Pub has posted a prompt for poems related to brightness
in the shadows for Groundhog Day.  Below you will find my offering
for this prompt.

an implication of Light

the Shadow,
an implication of Light;
without Light,
the Shadow
cannot be seen

and too,
there are things
to be seen
even in the Shadow,
things perhaps not seen
even in the Light

i won’t fret when i am dust


 

Fret pattern

Fret pattern (Photo credit: chrisinplymouth)

 
the songs we sing while we are here
will be carried in the wind
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i am wind

 

the songs we hear will be the songs
that we remember of our friends
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i’m with a friend

 

song lyric fragment I wrote tonight…

 

requiem for a seed (Aaron Swartz)


English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event.

English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

requiem for a seed

SoundCloud Reading

repressed desire
a seed under the asphalt of society
waiting for light, for nourishment,
for freedom to live and breathe

a seed, a hope
not alone
among other seeds
under the asphalt

a seed breaks through
a seed is weeded in the asphalt
but has broken through

more seeds see the break, the light
they mourn a seed
and in their anger
find the strength
to break through the asphalt

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