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 Feb 16 Foogle
Graeme
What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.
Written on 2025-02-14.

I thought of the beginning and end of this one evening, seemingly randomly. I typed it out as quickly as I could, realizing the idea I’d gotten was a poem that “quieted down” as it got to the end, both visually, linguistically, and topically, right down to the ellipsis making the penultimate line just a bit wider than the one below.
I will stay with you,
Even when the times are hard,
We can make stone soup.
Gotta work with what you got sometimes. I heard granite isn't half bad.
'Maybe it was the journey all along.'
I laugh,
Didn't seem like it at first,
But I guess the treasure was the friends we made along the way.
Had it not been for enduring hardship and rough times I wouldn't have my crew today.
silent wounds
and invisible screams
running
from the existence of
nothing
but then
turning around
because the
invisible wounds
and silent screams
from the absence
of everything
capture attention
little thoughts
 Feb 16 Foogle
lizie
Untitled
 Feb 16 Foogle
lizie
my heart hurts
i can feel it in my chest
See you in the snow,
No daze or fog could distract,
My eyes from my love.
She is everything, is simple as that.
 Feb 16 Foogle
Traveler
I love pleasure
I can deal with pain
Freezing freaking snow
Sunshine after rain  

I’m not afraid to live
I’m not scared of death
I shall consume existence
Til’ there’s absolutely nothing left!

I’m not afraid of my shadow
As discussing as I’ve been
I can still embrace
My foolishness within!
Traveler 🧳 Tim

Carl Jung approved
Nature can be cruel
But beautiful too
The sea can be a demon
But beautiful too
The waves are endearing
But beautiful too
The sun can be so harsh
But beautiful too
The snow can freeze your nose and toes
But beautiful too
The rain can be a pain
But beautiful too
 Feb 16 Foogle
Louise
As Good
 Feb 16 Foogle
Louise
As stale as day-old bread

Much gray as year-long dread

Lie down your own messy bed

In which you are as good as dead.
You are dead to me. Yes you are.
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