Into the edge
Of the forgotten tomorrow.
Faster than the
Flights of dreams.
Come my heart.
More powerful than
This vacant, dusty
Fantasy. Enrichment
Filled senses
Collapse into
Mindlessness.
Biz Admin Who Loves Technology
Into the edge
Of the forgotten tomorrow.
Faster than the
Flights of dreams.
Come my heart.
More powerful than
This vacant, dusty
Fantasy. Enrichment
Filled senses
Collapse into
Mindlessness.
This week continues
Finish yesterday’s missed stuff.
Little creation.
As today is World Poetry Day, I offer up this contribution:
Shall we celebrate power?
Speaking conscience to the brutal.
When nothing else can resist.
Words sharper than swords?
Or those words capturing love?
That exquisite, maddening
Sensation. Delightful, painful,
No greater sorrow, or pleasure.
Poetry, indefinable, glorious
Mystery. Savor this moment
For soon we shall recommence
Our most divine torment.
I shall explore life
It shall implode within me
Now only myself
Intense dizziness
Micro brutality wins
Sunlight climbs mountains
I sit, awaiting
The unique joy of week’s end
Such tranquility
Now, the week’s center
Mystical place of balance
Sunlight drifts forwards
And so I stand
Upon this green hill
Watching the rage filled
Banter below. Unable
To comprehend, to
Descend, swinging
Into the mass melee
Of standard life.
I must stand aside
Playfully exploring
Within the forgotten
Grasses on this hill-top
Field, lost within the
Echoing glory of the
Neglected and unseen.
Puzzlement
Flowing mind
Drifting across
Paper and electronic
Dreams.
And so it begins
This weekend thing of filled time
Just different stuff