#colony
Doorkeeper,
where can I find an attention spanner?
Wrenching the nose, brings forth blood,
so it don't freeze, yawn and rub eustacy
from your wide open heavily hooded eyes
Eutopian Earthian Mind Schemes,
not dreams, moral equivalency resets/upgrade
Free any ostiarius,
and find doors open
in the realm of curiosity,
the bane of short attention,
at tenere, eh, stretch
the fabric of reality just so far, the bubble
we be sayin' wagwan like a password, pops
and what is going on, lets any enter, imagining
this exclusive, exceptionalist aweformed bubble…
when a reader re ads attention tension,
pop, the idea that was the weasle,
offers a way to say this and get free. An ostiarius,
freed from slavery when we read the idle teacher
of decolonizing clogged cognitive colons…
and the sweet persuaders remind us whose time\
Yours, we took this much attention,
but you can still use it, we sorta cloned you.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 9:01 PM UTC
Through the forest grass,
a lockstep march.
Neat columns
of silent striding teams.
To ground they go,
to burrow deep.
Bringing prizes
foreign and mundane
Can they look into the giants above?
There is no time to dream.
Hurry home! Your colony calls
and the task is but half done
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Tonight
Tonight
Alone in bed
I'm crying.
Tonight
Tonight
Dark eyes lose their spark
All because somebody lied
And they don't feel cornered
It's what they've learned from a colony of lustful hearts
Tonight
Tonight
All I feel
Is heartbroken
Tonight
Tonight
I'm close but feel so far
Someone always lies
And they never feel cornered
It's what they've learned
From a colony of lustful hearts
Tonight
Tonight
I'll cry on your shoulder
Tonight
Tonight
I refuse to rot
Although someone lied
I won't let it keep me cornered
I won't be a consequence
From the colony of lustful hearts
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
the wayward
bat of slumber
no longer makes
trajectories of the room
dog on leash
used to it
running shoes
walking stick
first water tank
pigeon flap
water tank
squirrel squeak
overflowing
school girls
at the gate,
call out their
friend's name
a scattered,
shrill chorus
fallen hair
comma over
tattered road
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
No man is an island
But I am a colony
Of an empire who thrives
Off of its own jealousy.
I am always being governed
By what people think
Could I get out of it?
Alone I might sink.
Am I your ally?
We're not treated the same
I'm sorry for my history
But you're part of the blame.
I have to get away
I'm sick of hearing who 'won'
I don't know how I'll do it
It's not going to be fun.
I don't like this policy
I should be governed by me
I'm a superpower
Not somebody's colony.
No one is an island
And we all need someone
But maybe from a distance
Vive ma révolution!
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
hill
ant hill
an ant hill
a perfect ant hill
a perfect ant hill it was
a perfect anthill erected
a perfect ant hill erected at will
by ants and ants and army of disciplined ants.
ants of many kinds, sizes and colors erected an ant hill
the design was grand, nice to look at like a cathedral,functional.
we love the ants for being so versatile,co-operative and creative
Do ants possess minds, ability to think,organize, put decisions in to actions?Or do they just have an instinct,prompted by nature, how do they receive it?Even if we are yet to find out such secrets,many of us are skeptics."All this is like the crawling leaches, inscribing letters on smooth surfaces, inadvertently" they vehemently argue.And there remains the million dollar question,seeking answer:even tiny ants,could make millions of their ilk do amazing things, why oh! why, the most intelligent of living things, at least replicate the feats the community of ants, at a scale, proportionate ?If these disciplined insects, in spite of their small brains could be a great example, why can't human's be like them, behave more responsibly , take charge of their own destiny, construct, not destroy. Every ant hill in silence, asks us many questions, we walk past pretending that we heard nothing, that could disturb our peace.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
Your bust is going to make me combust
Turning my pain into rust
Your soul should be one of the few things i trust
A pizza with a refined crust
You're steaming when the summer kicks in
And even in the winter
Can you remove all my emotional splinters?
It would be preferred
I'd thank you endlessly
From the bottom of my heart
To the end of days
You're radiating like the Sun Rays
It's seventy degrees out here and i'm about to sweat like it's a hundred
Rain won't come my way
Because i won't allow it
Too much to handle
Causing the brakes to halt
Melting steel in my mental vault
All you need to do is consult
Me and we'll be fine
That's what i like most of the time
Forget about the dollars and dimes
I'm ready to take us to the next colony
So you don't have to fend off the rest of the male species
With that amazing presence of yours
I can feel the pressure
I like physical pressure too
With you
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC