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Just because we have phones and computers
doesn't mean we should stop everything we're doing
just to check up on them constantly.
Society breeds lemmings.

There's a fine line
betwixt convenience and plague,
utility and plight,
nurturing and smothering.

No one owes you anything
just as you owe no one anything.

Life is deeper
than the tools we craft
as conveniences;
If you can't get ahold of someone
when you really want to,
perhaps you oughtta go do something for yourself:

Think. Read. Breathe. Create art.
Drink a glass of water. Drink a glass of wine.
Sleep. Meditate. Dance. Cook. Laugh. Think.

You just may be amazed what you can learn and accomplish
when you turn your focus inward
without explicit regard for time or space
or your computer or phone.
Quantum gravity
Big and small or not at all
Stringing us along
 Oct 2012 Mike T
Destiny Diadem
I sigh over a childhood that was nailed to a cross.
Captured memories return home knocking
Though they were lost.

I sigh deep in the cracks of my soul,
Remembering childhood as it rolled,
Echoing stories untold.

I sigh over what will never again be.
I lament over my childhood,
But is there anyone mourning for me?
 Oct 2012 Mike T
JJ Hutton
I entered as an accident,
and by accident I now leave.
With black sky above my head,
and black water beneath my feet,
I breathe deep, beerlit, shivering, and free of strings.
The salty sea's tides tease -- beckoning me.
Self-inflicted with age, far beyond
***** talk bedrooms, and burnt sage,
I travel deeper.

Deeper into the rocking cradle of the sea.
And any man staring into that black, wet eternity
would wonder about what he'll leave --
I've heard of leftover children, money, wives, lies, and lucky influence,
but I can't leave that to which I never cleaved.
I've got a suit and tie.
A pair of black shoes.
A pair of brown shoes.


My heart beats madly as the waves bash against my chest.
Whiteness laces the black water.
Immaculate white.
Whispering white.
A Great White Peace washes over me,
along with the seaweed and some wooden debris.
In this moment I say
-- I love you each
but under the sound of the sea,
my words, no more than flybuzz speech.

In this moment,
this Great White Peaceful moment
my existence does freeze,
as my body twists in the hands
of the black sea.
 Oct 2012 Mike T
dj
Tyrano
 Oct 2012 Mike T
dj
Sometimes most days almost always
When I
Scrounging stuck in traffic
Unknown mayflies driving the cars around
Insectoid feelers grasping the wheel
When I
Bones of lava boiling over
Teeth everywhere and pointy
I hypothesize:

A mass extinction event or
A pandemic colony collapse
Wouldn't be
Too bad
Personality poem #1

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