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The mind’s a magnet
but also a sieve,
sometimes a dragnet
with nothing to give.

A mesh of iron —
or is it fool’s gold? —
attracts the ions
of whatever it’s told.

It scoops from the streams
of wisdom and truth
but catches jetsam —
what’s floating ’round loose.

Whoever may say
“Well, that’s just not me!” —
It will come, that day.
Just wait and you’ll see.
Inspired by this photo I took of the last remnants of the Staudenhof, a former East German apartment and shopping complex in Potsdam that had been used for low-income housing. It was torn down to make way for expensive new condominiums, erasing the memory of the place where less well-to-do families lived for decades. https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lggckmkzms22
Once secret lives now noticed.
No longer illusionary to his mind, His perception, perceived perception.
Untwined from hither to tither, It falters, as truth seeks balance.
No longer does it falter, So long as it fosters The essence which began the thought process.
When we view ourselves in a different light,
The chains of doubt lose their binding might.
We're not changing the core of who we are,
But how we see ourselves, from near and far.
Kasansa Kuya Jan 17
How much of this is reality
...I
perhaps it only exists when you perceive
....don't
How can i see it with clarity
.....know
perhaps it is only what you believe
questioning the nature of the illusion we call life
Nishu Mathur Jan 14
I coloured my world today
my hands smeared in pastels
canary yellows
ripe peaches and cardinal ochres
pink from a flamingo sunrise
a passionate cerise

Splashed
an array of feisty blues
a flamboyant turquoise
a topaz tango
a twinkling periwinkle

Streaked it with
beams of gold
contoured lilac smudges
lavender tipped edges
in custard pineapple floats

Splattered emeralds, toned pistachio
fern greens with swift finger strokes.

Tempered it with
muddy crusty earthy browns
rock coloured sandy mounds
reined in royal purple
the sensual blaze of a flaming sunset
the dark indigo of a gloaming sky
agate drops a few
a silver sliver of a crescent new

I coloured my world
with my eyes
my words
my fingers, hands
my hues
....just the way I wanted to
Old poem
It’s a subtle shift, yet it holds great power,
Turning a seed of thought into a blooming flower.
Change the lens through which you view,
And watch life take on a hue anew.
Embrace change.
Immortality Jan 8
I find a reflection,
not of who I am,
but who I am
when I am with you.

Who am I?
I do not know
until I see myself
in the mirror
of your eyes.
Sometimes, the best version of ourselves is revealed in the eyes of another, reflecting both who we are and who we could become.
For me, it’s my family. For you, it may be someone else.
What we all share in common is the "soul connection" with these people.... the ones we never want to lose.
It opens in transition
Warm Texas rain in June
Dallas in a cocoon
--
Kingdom of the sad harvester
Crop of tears raised in the sun
Forming long shadows on the screen
--
Starlight in cathedral
This explosion within
Enter the soldiers
Enter the dragon
--
Framed insects
Relying on hidden stairwells
To cover their hasty escape
To seal their fate
--
Inside a fascist restaurant
The men hiccup and cigarette
The women just smile and pirouette
Dancing around the blast zone
Detonating minds and hearts
Just as the end credits roll
Oh what I would do
To see myself with your eyes
Am I beautiful to you?
Darling do you love me like I do?

Oh what I would do
To get a glimpse of your brain
Are you thinking of me?
Darling do I consume you like you do?
Jojo Dec 2024
I exist in different time and space

I garner the ability to become one with the sun

One with the moon… and one with the earth


Yet I do not belong in or to any one of them

I remain liminal.

A great boundary that reminds me that,

I exist and I blend… however, I do not belong.


I remain on the outskirts of your conversations,

On the edge of your thoughts

So present, yet so non existent

So discernible, yet so imperceptible


The weight of my existence, burdens my thoughts.


I exist among the stars and dwell in the seas,

I exist enigmatically, but my allure remains minimal-
What greater tragedy than to never be understood.
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