#connected
fermenting information
five channels open
a taste of freedom
within silence
touched by
multi-colour
a memory of perfume
deja vu
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
Sitting at my desk, staring out the window,
Looking through the woods of leafless trees,
As the seasons change, there is always,
A new picture to, admire and see.
The green summer colors, have changed,
To the fall & winters, dormant brown,
The fallen seeds, waiting to germinate,
When the warm spring air, wakes them up,
They rise and grow, never making a sound.
The birds fly south, so patient, in a V,
They each wait their turn, flying in front as the lead.
As the squirrel’s, bury their nuts, to supply their winter feed.
Today’s, temperature is hovering around forty degrees.
About time to lay down my pencil, go outside, blow some leaves.
Humans are a part of nature,
Not as hard as the wood, of an old oak tree,
Mother nature, is a best friend, for without, we would not be,
Everyday, take time, visit outside nature, Thank God,
For the beautiful planet, he created for our soul to visit, and see.
One of many stops along our way, leave your toys inside,
Get your hands ***** listen to the peace, of nature’s sound,
Healthier than you realize, those items you cherish,
You constantly carry around, have many more germs,
Than in the dirt, that makes up the ground. The Original: Tom Maxwell / poems © 12/09/2023 AD Philosopher
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:52 PM UTC
Those one days with you
Extraordinary ordinary days
On vacation, in a tent
..our warmth
or under low rafters
and on the rug
at home, in the garden
..our lips
under a large canopy
and in a kerchief
while crossing
..our languor
to get something tasty
and to go to the toilet
familiar, timeless
..our love
still and forever
young, in a more tender skin
a more beautiful softness
..our happiness
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 1:56 AM UTC
We are connected,
therefore we can share in each --
other's successes.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
Linking of pinkies,
My word for Yours
linking Us,
intertwining our words.
You sealed Your fate.
Your words,Your lies-
promises fade,
but not between You and I.
i don't recognise your face,
features blurred into one.
A new person,
one I'll never know.
nor do i wish too.
I don't remember why
clearly your vision isn't the same,
something's clouding You.
once linked
now divided.
It's not my Fault.
It's yours.
You promised.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
The early morning sun, is shining bright,
Surrounded by light blue clouds, floating in the sky,
Looking down at planet earth, where the invisible wind,
Is creating, a light breeze moving the green leaves,
On the cluster of tall trees.
The air temperature is slowly climbing, the current measurement,
Is at ninety two degrees. The source of the warmth,
That large round ball of fire, in the sky, consider the sun a friend,
For without it’s heat, and light, none of the creatures, or nature,
Would be alive.
Humans are a part of nature, every thing is connected, by energy,
In different ways, they need the energy, that is outside,
Why are so many scared of nature, more and more people, everyday,
Stay inside and hide.
The original Tom Maxwell © 7/29/2025 AD
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC
Spot the sodden gutter rat
Dragging off your lunch
A tiny sister ant breaks
From the sprawled colony
To sip your milky tea.
They are me.
Spy the darting noisy miner
********** your garden
Underneath, a mushroom
Recycles your late love
In its veins, she is free.
They are me.
Watch a gravid huntsman
Choose a nook of your porch,
Pray safety from your fear.
A hungry black cat, in heat,
Risks her life on your busy street.
They are me.
See old man orangutan sink
Into your hay-scattered abyss
Baby cuttlefish, framed in glass
Watches screaming gods pass
Their world's edge in concrete.
They are me.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
I forget myself, everything
is also me, I am -
one of the countless, living
from relief to relief
in ignorance happy for a while -
still no ending that pleased me
The Force bubbles and ebbs
in and out of me every second -
the drama of me equals we
so also you and them
and myself again
and the drama
forgotten
within the membrane
of my thin consciousness
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
Still I am haunted
Though I hung my sheet up.
A ghost can give up,
but can’t be reborn.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
Cold, perhaps even
everything, you can endure --
with a companion.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
Ambiguity
Seven Times
Maybe one and two
Or many verbal words
Scatter our grasp
For sense and meaning
A puzzle thrown
In the Air here and there.
Here these words
Are pieces unconnected
Even as the word, THE,
Can take us to "the" beach
Or to " the" room
What you bring can
And Might
Be your rescue. Maybe.
You are here.
In the dark or light
Where one can't be defined
Without the other
Just as the meaning of you
Lives never in just one place
But resolved
Simultaneously ambiguous
This is your beauty.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
Like. Share. Comment.
Normalize kindness.
Normalize boundaries.
Normalize normalizing.
Unapologetically me.
Living my truth.
Healing. Growing. Thriving.
If you don’t support me at my worst
You don’t deserve me at my best.
Mercury is in gatorade.
Self-care isn’t selfish.
Drink water.
Protect your energy.
Let that sink in.
Let’s talk about it.
No one’s ready for this conversation.
Read that again.
Tag someone who needs this.
This one’s for you.
You’ve got this.
You are enough.
Say it louder for the people in the back.
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No context. Just vibes.
I don’t know who needs to hear this…
…but you’re not broken.
You’re a whole-ass galaxy.
You deserve the world,
but the algorithm gave you
30 seconds of someone else’s highlight reel.
Broadcast your joy.
Mandatory.
Authenticity must trend by 9 a.m.
Good citizens post daily.
Vulnerability must be
polished,
monetized,
filtered twice.
Your sadness violates our aesthetic guidelines.
Please update your face.
Be raw,
but on schedule.
Cry but just enough.
Not so much that it lowers engagement.
Remember:
Every trauma is content.
Every heartbreak, a reel.
Every breakdown,
a branding opportunity.
Comparison is community.
Scroll for self-worth.
Swipe for validation.
You are not alone.
Everyone is performing the same algorithm.
Today’s Ministry Prompt:
“What’s something you healed from just enough to joke about?”
Post now or risk invisibility.
Influence is duty.
Disengagement is rebellion.
Silence is suspicious.
You will be loved,
if the metrics agree.
Smile, citizen.
Your relevance expires at midnight.
Post or perish.
Disrupt nothing.
Conform beautifully.
#GratefulForControl
#FreedomThroughFame
#CuratedAndCompliant
You are thriving.
You are glowing.
You are trending.
You are replaceable.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
When you are
feeling alone, and
within Solitude,
all on your own,
no one else,
just you,
you feel
like you are
an outcast, and
you are
feeling so blue,
when you have
no friends,
and when you
don't fit in, but
you try to,
when no one
is around, and
you are feeling
so down,
you are
considered an
Outsider, and
on your
face you wear
a frown; but
you are not alone,
just want to make
your day Brighter,
your kindness
is shown,
you should
feel much Lighter,
So, don't feel bad if
you are rejected,
there are others
just like you,
that you could relate
to, and
feel connected,
so, when you
are feeling like
you don't belong,
there are others
that are the same,
so, just be strong,
I am here to
motivate,
encourage,
and Inspire,
Have Faith, and Hope,
Just Lifting you Higher,
Just broaden
your Horizons, and
make your path wider,
Are you
in Isolation???,
Do you feel
like an Outsider???
B.R.
Date: 5/3/2025
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
April unveils proof,
within the course of fate,
during the days of downpour & rain,
frightening showers forge new ways,
for vibrant May flowers
to bloom in place.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
Knit you a sweater
Knit us together
Together by dawn
Together by dusk
Dusk and cicadas
Dusk is a blanket
Blanket in blue
Blanket in music
Music hums soft
Music for nights
Nights like this
Nights in spring
Spring with rain
Spring with flowers
Flowers by porch
Porch well-loved
Porch with wood
Wood swing and chairs
Wood swing sways
Sways like dancers
Sways like strands
Strands of hair
Strands that curl
Curl your fingers
Curl ‘round mine
Mine for now
Mine to keep
Keep you close
Keep me safe
Safe to touch
Safe in here
Here we lay
Here we breathe
Breathe in sync
Breathe out words
Words like poems
Words like rivers
Rivers running
Rivers rushing
Rushing forward
Rushing out
Out my lips
Out to yours
Yours for years
Yours always
Always you
Always me
Me…
You.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
Like mushrooms, we are connected.
It is hard to see where one fungus stops.
And the next one starts.
The complex network of mycelium
Ties us all together at the root.
We grow from the mossy ground,
Unsure if we are a new being
Or just a new extension of the whole.
Regardless, we are each unique.
Distinguishable.
We stand alone as ourselves,
But we grow together as one.
Are we a family?
Or are we different organs of one organism,
Working in tandem, doing our part?
I suppose all these descriptions can coexist together.
We do work together, sharing resources,
Distributing based on need, not want.
We are a family of mushrooms.
Our spores share the same DNA
As they float through the air.
We are one with each other,
But we are also our own selves.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:56 PM UTC
The universe is dreaming,
Of you and of me
Of the skin peeling
from the paperbark tree
Of the cow grazing
along the low paddock
And the egret watching
From atop her back
Of Jupiter
And her umpteen moons
Of drought broke to flood
By summer monsoons
Of a girls fist kiss
And her final so-long
Of poets born
And life turned to song
Of the sea reaching out
To touch the long sky
Of every answer
To a pillow sobbed why
The universe is dreaming
so herself she can see
in you and in me
in everything here,
gone,
and ever to be. ~ Xiola
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 6:26 PM UTC
The red string, a thread so delicate it escapes even the keenest eye, yet so unyielding it binds two souls as one. It stretches through time and space, weaving effortlessly through obstacles in its path. Silent and unseen, it guides a journey meant to be traveled, connecting hearts despite life’s chaos. No matter how far it’s pulled or how tangled it becomes, it never breaks. I’ve brought scissors to mine, once even a knife, tired of the chase, weary from the search. But the thread remains intact, defying every attempt to sever it. It holds fast, enduring the weight of dreams whispered into the night and the long sighs of defeat. Even as my hands tremble, losing their grip, the string stays, steadfast, showing me the way. It unravels knots tied by false connections and leads me back to the path I strayed from. It holds the hands that are destined to find one another, unseen but unbreakable. A love so patient, it waits for its moment to be discovered. So I’ll trust its pull, follow its silent call, and hope it’s leading me to you. Are our red strings intertwined? Do they lead us to each other?
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
I come from the dust,
once a part of a star,
A spark in the infinite,
a whisper from afar.
Each little piece,
scattered, set free,
Aiding the birth
of what’s yet to be.
From the fire of the cosmos,
to the earth's gentle fold,
I carry the stories
the universe told.
Now, as I breathe,
as I dream, as I grow,
I weave the great tapestry
in the threads that I sew.
A fragment of stardust,
yet whole in my place,
I am both the fleeting
and eternal embrace.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 2:14 AM UTC
There is a golden chain of love
That ties us all together
It unites us in one spirit and heart
Joined as sister and brother
Across the land, the sky, and sea
There is a chain by which we're bound
The world's most wondrous mystery
Is this love so deep and so frofound
Do to others what you would
Want to have done to you
This was the old law and fair
Now we take this command to new heights
When we love one another
As we have first been loved:
With a total, radical, sacrificial
Eternal, unconditional, unwavering
LOVE
Make peace, not war. Make love, not hate.
Be kind, not callus. Be genuine, not fake.
This love that binds us breaks the chains
We wrap ourselves in of sin and shame
Though our differences seem great
They really become quite small
When we stop and think and wonder
At the love God has for us all
So, live your lives in this tapestry of gold
And reject not a proffered hand to hold
For we are all a link in this great chain of love
Connected to each other and God up above
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 8:35 PM UTC
I'm a kind of half-
human, there are so many --
others I do need.
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 3:36 AM UTC
I look for you in the sunlight,
the constant rays of sunshine
reporting to my soul through astral planes
for you, for all of you, creation.
For all of humanity to witness and experience,
the world feels us, fed by the light we bring.
My love for you radiates
because you are my sun.
Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC
Our conversations
are silent conversations --
There is no anger.
Dec 30, 2023
Dec 30, 2023 at 2:39 AM UTC
The café is full,
I am outside and I feel --
the comfort that's there.
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 3:56 AM UTC