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Fight the algorithms
that tell us what to do,
to make us predictable,
unoriginal and bankable.

Have you witnessed how
increasingly bland and homogenous
our lives are becoming?

Choose freedom
avoid the diaries of commerce
that riff on the ubiquity of apps

resist the reductive tropes
of our published and circulated,
perspective customer identities.

Fight the algorithms
with their embedded backlot
familiarity, built around class
and consumerism.

Try to understand the
vague, inscrutable and
purposefully circuitous.

Or stop overthinking
and embrace liberating surrender.
That’s the path I’ve chosen.
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Broken People by The Narcissist Cookbook
Talk Down Dijon
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/26/25:
Circuitous = winding, indirect and perhaps unclear
all the fallen snow
comes to rest on the gravestones
colder grows the moon
little leaf, reaches for the sky.

rides the wind, hugs the sun.

dreams with a voice of love,

only knows love.

delights in simple joys.

little leaf, dreams of an ice cream cone.

(a child at play in the park.)
Rivers and Oceans
Are filled with wonderful beings
we are left awestruck
Lawless trawlers and haulers
wallets plastic and dollars.
one night of calm
        gratitude
       endurance
Time has run through
golden fields of hay
and swam the moss-covered
ponds in the soft amber
light of dawn.

There are shards of
beauty in the
rubble of a broken life.

Those summer days
crawled
like
a

grumpy

tortoise.

Then galloped on by, like
a ******* colt.

I fed on the breast of life,
grew strong, and free.
And now,
those November birds

are

coming for me.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems (on Amazon)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psGsLxRoaII
Sometimes I think I run too fast
Sometimes I pause for too long
The frequency of heart beat varies
but it is the right one at the time
The graph goes up and down
My brain goes round and round
It's twisted but a straight line
Many doubts but faith underlined
The universe is a deep inhale and inside
Pass through the flower valleys of soul
The feeling of complete and whole.
honest marks and lines different from the immediate gratification of a photograph. though with the latter enjoys the  creativity of editing, layering ; drawing in on the original idea.

time passes, passes. mind  so focussed that world outside, own  skin forgotten.
 Jan 7 Druzzayne Rika
Elle
A different stage, a different story
Yet the same effect that poetry has on me
When the pain gets overwhelming
When I can't tell a soul a single thing
I tell through poetry.

You can't expect everyone to understand
And you can't trust everyone
Because they might judge you,
Leave you,
Or tell you things you don't want to hear
Or what you already know
It's what I fear.

Poetry doesn't judge
It doesn't talk
It only listens.

You don't even have to be afraid
To be your vulnerable self
Poetry is your friend.
I'm back after so many years.
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