#bits
comes a time for action
a time for rest
a time of speaking
time for silence
silence, a most intimate action,
shared with the whole Cosmos
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC
haunted nights
spectre of dreams
jumbled affair
memory and imagination.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC
fingertips silent contribution to poetry
a minds communication tapping out
the hearts delight at a finished work.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
Savor these hard times,
Cherish every drop,
For one day they'll be
far past and behind.
Joy is warm and sweet,
Anger burns the tongue,
Sadness makes its case,
Dressed in smoky char.
Let the others eat
portions meant for kings;
I am far too well
With the bits I find.
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 1:09 PM UTC
bite your lip or i'll have to
-
numbed forever more
drown
in my blood
-
an exponential growth in my throat
i guess i never learned
how to escape quicksand
-
feeble again
does anything ever change
-
forever afraid
of dreaming alone
silence overwhelms
-
pulsations radiating throughout my being
the aching heat, unrelenting
answering the void's lonesome song
-
blurred droplets on once-dead wood
valued by connoiseurs from what i gather
-
too many walls around here
too many moats and battlements
guess mine were all for show
-
eyes closed
forever
-
always the same words
when will you stop
why must you always
and the images too
why won't you stop
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
Expectation
We bow to our gods
Our demigods
Take sides
Give credit where we think
Credit's due
***** at the other
An exercise in hope
Despair, disgust
An act of rebellion
Worship, boredom
A little entertainment
Perhaps
Oh Holy Night is blasting
But it's business as usual
What did we expect?
The Donald's having another
Rad hair day
Merc is mixing up yet another shot
In the arm of the unsuspecting ignorant
Monsanto's engineering one more
Pernicious stew for dinner
World War Three pending
At Arm's Dealers Inc
A trader goes Kachung
A raven drops his doodoo
Really
What did we expect?
Shiny stilettos go clack clack
A homeless man shivers in the rain
The guy on the bike gives ya the finger
Grandma turns on and drops out
Can ya blame her?
Another heart-breaking day
For the broken
A little goodwill
For the willing
Martin Lawrence sneezes
And we can't help ourselves
Hilarious
Charley Sheen loses his knickers
In repeat spin
Another bad news nugget
For the rag-mags
What did he expect?
The jingle bells jingle
It's tinsel time again
The gift can go bye bye in the mayhem
In this the season of high expectation
It's good to have less expectation
To worry less, to feel more
Share
See what happens
Expect a miracle
or
Expect nothing
The gift
Ah the gift
The present
Presence
That is all
What did I expect?
2015 for the present
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
***
*****
I am a fractured soul
A broken man
Fragmented
and destroyed
into tiny pieces
Left with sharp edges,
misshaped parts
and empty spaces
A jigsaw puzzle
I continuously work
A never ending project
attempting to reassemble
But like a shattered vase
glued back together,
it's not quite the same
What was pristine and beautiful
is now just something I resemble
*****
***
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
animals attained angst amongst anvils
beautifully bound bruises bought
crimson crown crushed
collision course
calamity
defeats
down
dots
do
in
jean jacket
jewelrys jaded
kneading knots
knowing lots
leanining
learns
little
more more more
many more means
motivated keenly
necessities never needed
notions numbing numbers
obviously overriding ovaries
ovulation opens opal orion
questions quickly quest
questions
relevancy
resembles
rioting
roots
to
the
table
talking
telepathic
tumbler
tiring
toes
under
unbiblical
unification
vicariously
victory
veins
xy
an
s
?
...
..
.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
and then the fleeting hours
go through the pains
and the tiny bits of happiness
on repeat
i'm glad they don't just leave
--Watercolour
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
Here's a tale of the future, it's
Big things from small particles, bits,
Called Nanoparticles, new natural,
We'll dance their syncopation as normal,
Yes, "From little things big things grow!"
How far shall we with nanos go?
Duty-free DIY helpful, it's
Our future ahead, Nano bits!
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
He's a heister,
Now detaining my precious,
Aloof and so vulnerable
Yet he is careful
Scared to crush the gem
Into smithereens
For it cannot be the same
Once it is broken
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
So, this is death by Bunnings,
This is so not funny,
So much for a store of hardware,
Then it's on to death by Ikea,
What am I doing here?
This is true fear,
Esoteric death by Ikea,
I've got absolutely no idea,
I've come home with a kit,
Comprised of a zillion bits,
Some of it's missing, it's
Giving me the blip,
How to assemble this?
Who even gives a blip?
Yes, it's death by Ikea,
A barrel of laughs here.
What bit goes here?
Doesn't even look near,
So not funny, non dears,
Total angst of Ikea,
Yes, esoteric death by Ikea.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Feelings are fleeting though
They never last long
So what's wrong with me?
Why can I still feel things?
Does this mean I haven't really let go?
I'm trying to move on,
Trying to move forward with my life,
So why do I feel like you've still got so much of a hold on me?
Why can't I seem to shake off thoughts of you?
Why do things that shouldn't bother me, still do?
What's wrong with me?
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
you've left me uninspired now
but i don't hate you
not really
instead i hate you for the wrongest reason
i hate you because i keep looking for you
even bits of your beautiful monstrous self
in these wide corridors i walk in everyday,
through the noise in the canteen,
everywhere i go and
especially in all the people i meet
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Bits of me unlock and let go
Floating past what remains of my eyes
I am made of so many colourful peices
I exhale the last of my lungs
A pink cloud shimmers in front of my face
Lighter and lighter as my body departs
Floating upwards where the air is thin
Raindrops falling between the flecks of me
My being stretched just as thin as the air I travel through
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Childish with her at times,
I laugh at my own poor jokes,
But she says ever so kindly,
"I love it that your laugh is funnier than the joke."
Soon after I look into her watery eyes,
I forget what the joke was,
And I join my bass tone in her melodic laughter.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
Hey, Hi, How are you? Fine.
Words never spoken, only typed
Everything is fine
Everything is fine.
Meaning is derived from bits
Pieces
Parts
Punctuation
Turn into everything
No really it’s okay
It’s okay.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Here alone i stand
My feet are torn upon this land
Where my heart will meet
And with this hand I will beat
I have my white rock
Under my roof i will lock
The pipe is busted now
Oh hey there's that lighter i found
There's the path that leads
Bits and pieces that i need
To survive this night
I will be the thing that frights
Knock at my door
Maybe I'll get some more
No, men are storming in
Ask to sign with no pen
All I've got is blood
And this one diamond stud
It will be the last
It will be a thing of the past
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
A chunk of intimacy,
Another part of closeness.
Sweet traces of disagreement,
In the warmth of our arms.
Yes, together with these,
We brew the drink of love.
It being largely uncontrolled,
We let most of things happen.
And trust my words about love,
Things are being pretty perfect.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
I wish they invented
A sorrow cleaner
That would **** up
Pain and loneliness
Into its vacuum
So you would never
Complain again
About the shattered bits
Of my heart
That I left on your carpet
The day we parted ways.
F.Z.N
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Friends are the
bacon bits in the
salad bowl of life!
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC