Posts tagged ‘Word Art’

August 28, 2014

Local Public Radio

Frequency of seldom infrequency,
static-noised air to patient ear,
while colored with sun near a bus
or at the beach drinking beers.

Electric sounds come forth in waves
causation to rethink a certain thought,
eclectic colloquialisms, esoteric anecdotes;
meaning and purpose somewhat lost.

Effect and affect the way we make change,
asking questions: who, what, where, when, and why (?)
Coming from a time, this by-gone era,
not much action; save weather in the sky.

And yet always so much to say though,
because this is my local public radio.

July 25, 2014

Stream-of-Conscience Free-Writing on Positive

Laugh at yourself more.
Make alternate plans.
Stop speaking in arguments.
Get out while you can.
Eclipse those bold around you.
Expand your mind like desert sand.
Excuse the ill-hearted.
Lie in the sun, get tan.
Be realistic less.
Find happiness more.
Search out your inner Self;
caress and appreciate its core.
Be happy for what you have.
Never attempt to settle the score;
forgive and forget-
because what’s life for?
Realize you are always wrong,
even if you “know” you are right.
Become a better person,
this can happen over night
Be the nicest human being,
not some stuck-up snob.
Tell the government to end wars,
by dropping photo-bombs.
Shake hands with strangers,
meet your new friends.
In the end there is nothing to lose,
so start a new trend.
Open your eyes to adversity.
direct those who can’t.
Try the best to be yourself.
Try your best to understand.
Always exercise patience.
Always exercise. Period.
Never stop learning and reading.
Never stop being weird my friend.
Today is right now.
Yesterday is gone.
Listen to sweet birds singing your song.
Rainbows happen in storms.
Sun is better when it rains.
How good do you feel?
For that you can thank pain.
Understand there is no certainty,
from one moment to the next.
So do everything you can,
be passionate- do your best.

July 24, 2014

Entitlement Changes Everything,

I won’t buy shit I don’t need.
I won’t sell worthless materials.
I won’t attempt to acquire possession,
save foil distraught people.

I won’t sellout my “loved ones”.
I won’t assume the intent of the dead.
I won’t speak implementing conjecture;
spinning cobwebs in your head.

I won’t suddenly change on point;
giving up my morals and ethos.
I won’t stare you in the face,
passing along “truths”- steeped in apocryphal.

I won’t because I can’t;
my spine remains intact.
My brains still function proper,
processing small things, this and that.

My train is still on the tracks,
just coming out of the station.
Presently I sit in thought,
pondering every situation.

I won’t bend to others’ whims.
I won’t listen to frivolous debate.
I won’t exist in sedentary situations,
or act foolishly in haste.

Moreover, I ask the lot,
In a common sense place:
Won’t you do the same?
Won’t you do the same?

So now that I’ve come forward you can take a lesson from me
Put away all your assumptions and let your words flow free.

***

You know my name;
It’s the same as my dad’s.
Everyone “knows” what he would have wanted,
weighing a lifetime, possessions in their hands.

July 22, 2014

a writer engaged…

Engaging keys to dance on the screen
a sticky banged-out sort of language,
eyes flicker-flash as they register,
each finely enacted word is painted.

Sentences used decidedly, discrete-
far beyond just average meaning,
right below the incomprehensible
reading brings light day dreaming.

Realism in lines, dots, and white blank space;
page-art, satire even written in haste,
excessive save excite, readers we do invite,
the slashes and dashes become grammar’s delight.

Ah, to scribe
Ah, what for?
Ah, to be a part.
Ah, what more?

Thoughts just come, one by one;
even when lacking to grasp,
some are produced with purpose-
others just come from the ass.

It is easy to complain, but so much harder to compliment.
It is easy to say we make, but so much harder to create content.

March 5, 2014

The Death of Ruby Red

I cut her deep, was a small feat

Her pink shown light orange mingled red flesh

 

I peeled her skin exposed her meat

Her, beautiful orb-cracked, torn, limp, was dead

 

Her innards spray juice-sluiced, hot heat

Her life, close to expire, was in threat

 

This grapefruit I eat

Fact–

I express no regret.

February 19, 2014

Finding Honey in Portland

She asked about organic honey

How much money

 

In Portland

Beforehand

 

I had a response:

 

On Twitter

Labeled winner

 

It came in small portions

Trivial facts and small conversation for dinner:

 

Days of our lives;

It’s flying a sign

It’s flipping dimes

It’s standing in line just waiting to be defined

 

It’s so rude I wouldn’t call it mine

Not on my life

 

It’s looking for a new problem

Not for what solves them

 

It is new material

It’s so ephemeral and ethereal

 

It’s so loud you couldn’t hear it though

Like your ears were blown

 

It’s probably right before you

It’s right after that, behind your back

 

Daily desk sit

Ingest shit

Fucks-given with a best wish and a fresh kiss

 

All about love and trust

I’ve got love and a few bucks

 

And the diversification of investments

In some aspects

 

We strive to exist

With which we now exit:

 

A plethora of abstract questions and lists

And thoughts of things we just missed.

February 10, 2014

Mental Morning (Me Post-Structuralism)

A bunch of facts and a boom

I’m scattered across the floor

Quick! Run-            

Grab the broom:

Me Post-Structuralism

 

***

I lost my shit over breakfast this morning

The weather made me do it

 

Not the hangover

Or Clover

 

Oh, brother

No other lover

 

Apology of Autonomy

Soft as applesauce

 

Sometimes we make choices

Sometimes we get lost…

 

Raised red streaks down pale face shimmering

Of reckoning; today is the coldest day

One of those

‘Til tomorrow

Then we have to change yesterday’s name

 

Cold, sick, and hollow

Deep tracks we’ve followed

 

Cuddle long always

Wallow until warm stays

 

Over coffee, blank verse, and burnt toast

This one goes out to the one I love the most

 

I apologize profusely

To put it truthfully

 

Frigid weather courses through me

Computer screen’s bluey

 

Let’s make a hibernate date

I’ll change around Mid-May

 

Promise_

-Out-

February 3, 2014

At the Rail

At the Rail,

 

At the best spot in the bar

Everyone crowds ‘round me

 

I’ve come so far

Can’t they just let me be?

 

Much work all week

Fleeting warmth with the breeze

 

Free will amidst free drinks

Many fucks not given

Then

We begin

To think…

 

Like-

Fuck me

Fuck you

Another drink

Or new shoes

 

We must make choices too

For the future tried and true

 

I’ve got loans bemoaned only später

Thoughts crowd um der Platz im meine Haar.

 

I don’t know

I’m right there

I ask though

But I don’t care

 

This is life at the rail

 

Happy-got drinks, no fail

More next week, in attempt to prevail.

January 8, 2014

Polar Vortex Complex

Deep down in my bones I could feel the bitter cold

Unlike the weather I tried to remain positive

I could feel I wasn’t alone on this ill-tempered day.

 

The other commuters were as bold

Walking alone proved treacherous

I noticed this as I made my way.

 

Fixed we stood.

 

None took bare fingers to examine smart phones

So pained by the wind one could hear its distant moan

This had turned into a city full of steam and smoke and coats.

 

KVJ says, “So it goes.”  “So it goes.”  “So it goes…”

 

Warm thoughts what we could

Long minutes existed in time unknown

This as we waited in a bus shelter along the road on this dangerously weathered spinning stone.

 

… Here’s the 3B coming, right?

 

I can’t see, lenses create ice

Early day twilight wearing these damned sights

All eyes and no view, please help me make it through.

 

It must be dark as night on this frigid January morning

It was forecasted with forewarning

They said, ‘Stay inside.’ -like run and hide.

 

We have the Polar Vortex Complex

This is not Global Warming*.

 

This is a place where all inside have lost their minds because of ‘things’ being boring.

 

Thoughts, then I look on

Blurred Metro Transit lights?

 

Praying it’s not gone.

 

I am not even halfway there yet

A walk I fast regret.

 

Lungs feel tight, I start at fright.

 

Walking, my vision fogged and I forgot the art of breathing

Ice crystals formed on my lashes not for the better of seeing.

 

-Seething, I’d not like to die like this, on a near vacant campus

I begged, pleaded, and asked the UMPD for a small ride, I did not gain advantage.

 

Nothing happened.

 

Five minutes later my temperature changed

The outside temperature stayed the same.  (Below Something-nearing -50)

 

I thought, has my nose frozen yet, has carbon-monoxide damaged my brain?

Blackened and blotched flesh-stained.

 

All was but rearranged, all my ideas of sustain

All my big plans were being choked at the throat

I try manage at maintain.

 

Things we think about in a bundle

In this frost-bit jungle, the coldest city I have come to know.

 

Minneapolis,

Little cold apple, come as they go

Most, (at least), some will stay home.

 

Temperature of this place we live in

All things we’ve been given.

 

I must have blindly run off somewhere

Panic gulp puffs of smoke catching air as I passed

Mad dash hypothermic maniac, today I am back intact.

 

 

*Hyperbole

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January 3, 2014

Just Walking Around

Just walking around,

Just walking around I found…

 

Just walking around I found myself moving around.

I found myself leaving footprints on the ground.

I found the whole world spinning around before me.

Just walking around I found…

 

Just walking around I found I look up and I look down.

I found I look straight ahead and back round.

I found I see the sun and see the clouds above me.

Just walking around I found…

 

Just walking around I found on a cold winter day myself wondering becoming astray.

I found a missing glove and a fallen ashtray.

I found this all while walking around today, all these things about me.

Just walking around I found…

 

Just walking around I found different views of this big-small town.

I found the town fool and the town drunk walking around with a frown.

I found myself sad about this so I sat down.

I found enough energy to pick myself up from the ground, and everyone watched me.

 

Just walking around I found…

 

Just walking around I found that most people don’t like to walk around.

I found they would rather drive and look down, or complain about the other people in the car crowd.

I found that they hit ice and spun around.

I found that walking around was profound, at very least, for me.

 

Just walking around I found…

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