Mark Wanless: Favorites

Jul 2022 Mark Wanless

GaryFairy

You know it's near the end when the pope atones for abuse of children, by Catholics. They're all about deceit. And wouldn't the idea of what atonement is be defined by the abused? I wonder if they have to kiss his ring. Then he slips them some disease, so they can go to the hospital...which are all ran by Catholics. You can't make this **** up.

Look for my new series called "headlines"

#catholic #pope #atonement #hate #control #godfather #gangsters

Jul 2022 Mark Wanless

Knowledge and Learning

Jul 2022 Mark Wanless

GaryFairy

Knowledge and Learning

The best thing we can say is "I don't know"

It is also the hardest thing for a lot of folks to say. They like to think they know things, but a lot of the time thinking you know something keeps you from learning.

Things we think we know keep us from seeing

#knowledge #subconscious #consciousness #mid

Jun 2022 Mark Wanless

Sunday Thoughts

Jun 2022 Mark Wanless

Tatiana

Sunday Thoughts

I've forgotten quite a bit of my childhood
The teenage years that is
Spent so many years without sleeping
Anger-bleaching my brain
Who was I,
I hardly knew

But I am so different today
Or perhaps I am who I always was
And back then was just the shell
I did not change then did I?
Does the distinction even matter?
I feel so different today

Jun 2022 Mark Wanless

Sheepish

Jun 2022 Mark Wanless

Druzzayne Rika

Sheepish

I breathe
a sign I take to assume that I still live
among so many monsters
hiding in plain sight.
So well mixed with the society
It is time for sheep to dorn
Wolf's clothing
To feel one with the crowd.

May 2022 Mark Wanless

dear friend

May 2022 Mark Wanless

seethroughme

dear friend

i’ve known you longer than i haven’t

the weight
of time
is lighter
as we carry it
together

our bond
is not
a chain
it’s a light
strong tether

#friendship

May 2022 Mark Wanless

Circus 1944

May 2022 Mark Wanless

William J Donovan

Circus 1944

I was 9. The circus was coming that summer.
  It promised to bring life to the cornfields.
  4th of July. Circus matinee and evening
  fireworks!Daddy had it all planned out.
  Mama smelled pretty. Papa looked fancy.
  I wore my favorite white church dress.

  We were in the biggest tent I ever saw
  with people everywhere. Louder than
  anything I ever heard. I never felt like
  this. So much energy in so much space
  and my skin was electric, my eyes wide
  with the wonder of it all. Magical.

  It really was the Greatest Show on Earth!
  Girls swinging on trapeze and men balanced
  100 feet above us on a wire. Elephants huge
  powerful beasts tame as puppies on the farm.
  Clowns silly and mute and lovely made us laugh.
  It was heaven. We were suspended in a moment.

  I smelled smoke. I saw smoke and fire and panic.
  8000 people wanted out now. I wanted to see the
  fireworks in the dark. So many died. Animals died.
  Mama and Daddy died. They smelled like cooked meat.
  I died from smoke. I was found perfect in my dress.
  I'm unknown. I'm called body #1565. I love the circus.

May 2022 Mark Wanless

Real Fear

May 2022 Mark Wanless

David R

Real Fear

in the alley, in the dark,
there i heard the canine's bark
there in twilight's shades of grey
felt the fright of unleashed stray

heard his panting as he sped
heard his feet with fear 'n dread
felt his hunger for blood red
as 'lone i stood 'gainst half-bred

as all around world in abeyance
as i became his sole surveyance
as i eyed his hot/cold stare
ocular globes of headlights' glare

and in the days that followed yet
i lost the feel of fear and fret
for in that moment of captured fright
i'd stood on precipice of deathly bite

BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#abeyance

May 2022 Mark Wanless

Rest Stop Houdini

May 2022 Mark Wanless

Carlo C Gomez

Rest Stop Houdini

~
cracked compass
burning atlas
no sense of direction
on a drive about
the silent forests of the heart
egressing from the shadows
that hunt for us

foot caught on the accelerator
passing escapism's plateau
like a dissolving shelf of flashbacks
kept in a glass jar
it's normal to tire out
wondering who will it be
looking in the window?

the people at the wheel
are not on the payroll
they're pierced and sheer
on the surface
but their deepest parts
still inhabit bone
and slave for mere feldspar
once again human thoughts
turn to crystalline
and still they shine for us

signs are posted:
"a time for vanishing, lay it to rest"
until the unfamiliar sound
of the walls of Jericho
collapsing
breaks the momentum
quiets the traffic

we entered a promise land
on cruise control
with too many exits
and not enough things to see
we did not end up
where we thought we'd be
those eyes at dusk
in the rearview mirror
they hunt for us
they wait for sleep
~

Humanity is swiftly disappearing from the map.

#life #history #disappearing #humanity