#amusement
as happens, some days, many times,
one thought stops.
Pops, you might think, but
stops, silent. Stop.
Nada mas, allowing critical discernment,
discovering the use of the verb, believe
projecting from letters spelling chants
in single breathed tones exhaled,
in Mongolian we all feel we understand.
Anotia means no ears, in Greek, I think,
persistant notion
conscience, earless urgings, mused
ambient conditions considering,
maybe amuse means being used to be
what
I
am
in mind
being integrally
essentially a thought
in words ex nihilo
in current context, from no good reason
written, never spoken, spelled and cast,
by accident
here… sure the thought terminated…
then you thought it kept on…
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
I Remember
I remember a time
When all was so bright
With bustling crowds
And neon lit nights
Covered wagon caterpillars
And bunnies of blue
Teacups that spun
You sat in them too
I remember the days
When scooters could fly
Pinball was king
And everything thrived
I remember the smells
Of hot dogs & beer
I remember it all
And wish it still there
Bill MacEachern
05/02/2022
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 5:58 PM UTC
2023, timemindspace
in the future, my attention
is the cost,
I imagine I love what I am being,
a riverwise mathematical being, seeing
my self realization occur
on the existing internet, according to plan,
according to the web trafficked clear text codes
Wee'll see, now, this is me editing me,
with intention, I wish to focus
home fires, village commons,
re-aquainting me, with my dreams. Simple as pi.
Undulatus Asperatus one day,
Altocumulus the next,
yes, we all have
seen clouds from both sides now,
with no mountains to climb,
nor wings or wind to lift us,
we stop calling now unbelievable.
Believe me,
one lief left to relieve your self, a tip
to insure proper
service.
Think, softly, so no sign, no tell tells
the rule of law, chances are, chaos is not evil.
Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 4:41 PM UTC
telling me to grow up
it feels constructive
when you insert the potassium chloride into me
gay as morbid men’s amusement
spill into my bloodstream
some children cry
but sometime ago
i let out so many tears that i died
chloride can only preserve what i’ve seen
it’s all nothing
there’s no more dreams
where do i go at night
i can’t tell you the last thing that child uttered
his final breath didn’t matter
boys don’t cry after all
they **** their minds and **** what’s left
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:50 PM UTC
If y'all have something to say about me,
Say to me and not to her,
Always knew this would happen,
I ain't even mad but I'm very amused,
Life has a funny way of showing you things,
I see everything clearly,
All that hiding and pretending has been revealed,
The truth has come to the light,
You can hide in the dark for so long.
The lies that were told are so amusing,
The jokes on you not me,
If you only knew but too bad you don't,
Mama ain't raise no fool,
Watch what you say and what you ask for,
Life gets real different faster than you think.
The family just ain't **** that's not your fault,
Distance yourself from them,
They holding you back from your better self,
We gotta love our families from a distance,
Not everyone is meant to be in our lives,
Don't ever feel bad for living for you,
You come first over others.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
the carousel finds light
in the trite
the old and the good company
the worn horses where we got sick
and every spin since is vertigo
when we were here last it was as if
a newborn crawled from my cautious skin
and I was pure again, with you
cotton candy smile to rot the core of me
fate, a stout devil, missing teeth
killer queen grin
flips the switch and then
I am here alone
with the chewing gum pavement
and your last dollar for the skill crane
if only we could be beautiful,
and childlike again
wrapped up in all the things
mothers warn their little ones of
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
Playing gods, or these unthingable things men
have made as real,
Yes, Asrael, as real as Israel
El, Yah, we say. We dateamtrutotau taos-itic branch
which reminds me, I was
asking Ithiel,
properly, why
we don't just stay in these higher realms, way up
stratos
pheric mare's tales, I think I heard those called… and look
higher still, an other-form of cloud, the butter milk sky kind
drifting to Arizona, in 1967
by sundown, for two pre-hippy no-longer-children
one of the desert joined one from the great
sea of grass where buffalo
once roamed
and never
was heard a dis
couraging word
QR code scanned- Quite Real Verified Bio
id est, it did lead here. A semenal moment,
in current
reality.
Suppose, you make the mandela,
having never been exposed to the making of such a thing,
having never seen the similarity of the forces forming
sand paintings in Tibet
and Taos
Art Ifiers Intuitions see things
flow
words pick up dust by being signifiers of sounds
heavy hearts hear no rock and role-play tragicom psyche, eh?
we
be weary o' bein' wary so
we speak out anarchical as all hell's ever imagined upto now or everafter,
words is free to mean as I mean, nomattawhacha thothewgnew
this is past the sweeping apprentice and the self-willed broom,
eons beyond Arnold being back
AI am this
which triggers the sound track with Gene Autry Back in the Saddle Again
goin' for a spin in a dj mode no way
okeh. Pauselah right quissssssssssense rest and reassure
QR
the same QR esme cu
assumption of the ******* meme into 2019 accepted
the game is not over. que the song
there'll be time to start all over
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
My girlfriend is comming over tomorrow.
We'll have a barbeque with my family and some friends. The day after we'll go to an amusement park with everyone. It's one of the most fun weekends of the year. <3
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
If you were a song
I would sing you dearly
and the keys of the piano
would resonate in my living room
If you were a song
the most beautiful melody
would crash into peoples hearts
I would sing and play you
all night long
if you were a song
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Emptying one’s wallet for the family fee,
Joining in linear solidarity with the crowd,
Dripping profusely under the blazing sun,
Creeping forward as if slower than a snail.
Arriving at the moving beast’s head,
Receiving envious glances from the tail,
Stepping boldly forth at last,
Following instructions.
Strapping oneself into place,
Shooting forward like a rocket into space,
Spinning endlessly until quite dizzy,
Screaming with sheer delight and fear.
Dropping back to earth,
Speeding faster than a thought,
Leaving stomach far behind,
Enjoying the absurdity of its apparent disappearance.
Exhilarating, yet much too short,
Seeking to repeat the thrill,
Joining the waiting horde,
Staring impatiently from the queue’s tail.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
Sweet dreams are made of cheese
Sweet dreams are made of cheese;
Who am I to offer you brie?
I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas;
Everybody is looking for Sunday.
Some of them want to feed you!
Some of them want to get fed by you.
Some of them want to amuse you.
Some of them want to be amused.
(Long instrumental…)
Sweet dreams are made of cheese;
Who am I to offer you brie?
I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas;
Everybody is looking for Sunday.
Some of them want to feed you!
Some of them want to get fed by you.
Some of them want to amuse you!
Some of them want to be amused!!!
I wanna kangaroo, to amuse you.
I wanna know what’s inside that stew.
Moving home; I keep moving home.
Moving home; I’m moving hooommme.
Moving home; I’m moving home.
Moving hooooommmme!!!
(Long instrumental…)
Sweet dreams are made of cheese;
Who am I to offer you brie?
I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas;
Everybody is looking for Sunday.
Some of them want to feed you!
Some of them want to get fed by you!
Some of them want to amuse you,
Some of them want to be am-----used----!!!
I’m gonna peekaboo and amuse you.
I’m gonna know what’s inside!!
Gonna peekaboo and amuse you.
I’m gonna know what’s inside,
Stew…
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Here you are, in the amusement city.
Where faces are not what they seem to be
Where screams and cries is the only melody
Here you are, in the amusement city.
It feels like I have lived here for a while
Though it has just been just a short interval
I may have got used to the stretched wide smiles
And beautiful masks that hide it all.
Last night on the brighter street, two ladies wrapped in scarlet veils,
Bumped into me and hesitantly then said,
“Excuse us but we are running late;
Tonight’s the night of timeless tales”
I hurried and joined them in the brink of an eye
And saw folks along, walking by,
Till we had reached a huge site
Where it had been raining lights.
“Nothing is impossible here,
This bizarre lonesome city,
The more you are here, the more you are here’s
Oh, indeed what a place to be.”
Here you are, in the amusement city.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
frenzied
flipping
solenoid
(re-pinging)
pop bumper
spinning
steel *****
(skill shot)
end-of-stroke
trip
hit
drop
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
with such verve, the jester strides into the courtyard.
on stilts with a tambourine in hand,
a mask conceals his face
yet still boasts of his sun-smile!
he dances to dulcimers and drums,
he's charming and the people laugh
as they look up at him in wonder,
but when his performance is done, he leaves;
the townspeople return to their chatter,
but i watch him, the gypsy-wonder on stilts,
leaving to tread other lands all alone
to bring merriment through show,
and i feel the heaviness of my heart
knowing the he took it with him.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
Ladies and Gentlemen, Today I am Taking You to an Amusement Park.
You Know It? It’s right between Bastardville and LonelyTown.
My favorite ride is depression, it goes so far down!
Abuse is like a Kiddie Ride.
The Bully Stand has the best Food imaginable.
Oooooooo, or have you been to The Freak Show?
It’s by the Broken Home Balloon Stand.
Ooooo, The tension on insecurity, and G-Force on Divorce will drive you WILD.
I love the Rejection food stand, they have some delicacies like the slit wrist salad bar, or even the starvation sandwich.
Shall I Go On?
The final ride is called SUICIDE, often times it breaks down, but when you ride it you won’t want to leave....
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
summer sun and bone chilling ice pops
have nothing on the rollercoaster that you are
and ive wanted nothing more than to
hang on as tight as i can
from the stomach dropping incline to the
furious rolling of the car down its tracks
that initial piercing scream as gravity conducts its magic
and the sensation of free falling through its loops and turns
but equally those quiet moments where
the ride slows to a gentle suspension
theres nothing i want more than to
feel those things with you even when
the ride ends
and we have to hold each others sweaty hands
wandering through crowds of amusement tourists in the middle of july
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
I don’t get it
Please help me understand how your promises of “forever”,
Are already over,
I seem to lack the understanding as to how I was your “everything”
But now I don’t seem to be anything to you but a ******* game,
Is this fun for you?
It’s a shame I’m backing out, this game is for two
Have fun playing by yourself.
It’s interesting how you tell me your friends have nothing to say to me
Yet it seems you still have things to say to them about me
And even your closest friends are in my inbox, trying to learn my side of what’s going on here.
Hm.
Go ahead and mock me
I dare you, call me crazy
Tell your friends I’m obsessed with you or whatever helps you sleep through the night,
But know that I’m getting my rest regardless.
Because I went from
“Oh my God, he doesn’t even care anymore”
To
“You know what, I don’t even care anymore”
And now every night I sleep great.
What’s funny is you begged me for a chance,
I sent you away yet you still came crawling back
So I don’t understand what the hell you’re playing
Do I amuse you?
Or are you simply trying to seem cool?
Cause it’s weird how you were crystal clear about how you used to feel
But now you can’t seem to remember how to express your emotions
See, I’m starting to wonder if you had any to begin with
Or was this all just a run through?
A twisted, ****** up way of seeing how much I would do for you?
You might as well tell me now, you have nothing to lose
Not anymore
See you already ****** up
You already lost the girl who’d have done anything for you
Because you were too **** stubborn to care about her
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
As I carelessly walk the same path,
I came across a lively amusement park.
Full of lights and beautiful sound,
I would love to look around.
They say this place can give happiness
To anyone who's in need of it
By playing games,
And riding rides that can't be tamed.
But when I tried to look around,
Tears started falling down my cheeks.
Seeing other people happy,
Made me think of the reality.
We were once like an amusement park.
Full of joyful rides and happy times
But when you left without any remark,
I am astounded, I am left in the dark.
As I carelessly walk the same path,
I came across a lively amusement park.
But this will forever be,
A place with bad memories for me.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
God sat in the heavens
Every single angel
worshipin' him
He got bored
and so decided to fashion man
for his amusement
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Waiting all winter here
For summer to arrive
So we can go on every ride;
So good to be alive.
No more cold weather
Summer’s here, so are we
From morning until night
Playing continuously.
Hershey bars, bumper cars
Popcorn and a coke.
Maybe the operator
Will go out for a smoke.
Leaving us up high again
Way up on the top
Making us wish this all
Will go on and never stop.
The Fun House is just that,
As is the Tunnel of Love,
And the parachute ride
Drops us from above.
The House of Mirrors
Shows who we are not
And distorts our views
Of the bodies we’ve got.
Hershey bars, bumper cars
Popcorn and a coke.
Maybe the operator
Will go out for a smoke.
But first stop it high again
With us up on the top
Making us wish this all
Will go on and never stop.
Throwing ***** at targets
Like famous baseball stars
Wins us some ugly toys
We take home in our car
For some goodnight kisses
And after a perfect day,
Wish as hard as we can
That it would never go away.
Hershey bars, bumper cars
Popcorn and a coke.
Maybe the operator
Will go out for a smoke.
Leaving us up high again
Way up on the top
Making us wish this all
Will go on and never stop.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
You
In that long sleeved red shirt
And black shorts
Caught my eye
I remember that day
You were a stranger
With your friends
You were behind us
At the line
You repeated the ride like us
About a thousand times
I stole a glance
But that was it
I kept seeing you
For the rest of the day
I know we'll never meet again
But I'll still meet you in that memory
Remembering it
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC