#perpetual
One scrapes germinated seeds from
the odd places, every where words appear,
from a writ of yours, a message piece phrase
provokes, invokes, evokes,
and quick planted in a spare flower ***
to rest, to blossom, all at their own good time…
those who create, create,
they do not play,
and their internal motion is perpetual,
till natural fuel of consciousness is exhausted
continuous creation never ceases,
only pauses, eyes dim, yet see,
the sturdy legs, carries you for decades,
till they say here, I rest,
no mas, no more, dayenu!
it is/was sufficient,
but art beats,
and you cannot stop
until even the heart surrenders
nearly true perpetual motion,
for the seed is a work, and a work
spits seeds that then need
their own tending
and others
come along,
provoked, evoked and invoke your planting,
and the color of newness populates,
and perpetuity becomes
eternal,
and art, holy in its way
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this concept was seeded to me
by Steve Reimer 11/23/25;
who creates, and
thus earns his survivorship
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 6:45 AM UTC
Suffering is the secret tongue
spoken only in our sleep
as we break bread over the loss
that covers every bed we find ourselves in.
The trees shed their skins
in a damning disappointment
of the betrayal they witness
night after night.
The stars rearrange and dim
rejecting my begging eyes
hoping to catch a glimpse
of an enduring brightness.
I'll close the curtains
to protect the guilt that floats
in air saturated by the sweat
I've gathered for years.
It slowly feeds on by body
until no skin is left
to receive the porcelain touch
withdrawal entombs in my head.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC
the silence doesn't just deafen
it cuts the skin
straight to the bone
etching a figure
of my head bowed
at the thought
of needing to fill emptiness
with emptiness
i don't know who to mourn
so i'll bow my head
and grieve that silence
i've never known
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
these dreams
are a symptom
of the stillbirth
lingering deep within me
of the sickness
that eats me
piece by piece
that sees these jaded images
through glassy eyes
that speaks these empty words
falling weakly
off the edge of my tongue
to their deaths
in the desperate draw
of a foreign breath
so eager
to be one
with that which is
still yours
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC
for reasons unknown to me,
the urgent need to commence
this one with the words:
Oh man,
this is, this be, challenging,
but these words were found on the drying rack in my
abattoir, my nickname for my unending Draft Day
filings
and kept poking despite another overnight splash,
the product pool is full of creativity's synaptic junctions,
a wild night of up~writing, from god knows when,
and here it is 7:18, there are obligations, needs that
a demand a face to face meeting, tho the troops are
in their boarded beds, gently snoring…
so quick, to the sizable task at hand
the search is perpetual, not eternal,
for no one comes forward, willing
to admit, they have been around
since King David's time, practicing
this verbal chicanery game of using
words to guide the perplexed, unless,
of course, unless someone you might
know might be a big fat fibber
right about now, you're exasperatingly seething,
"where the heck is a poem gonna show its face?"
well, and now,
some struggle mightily, to ascertain
who and what is their uniqueness,
oft turned and twisted, caught between
competing entities, asking quests that
take lifetimes to resolute, and when
you look at the typewriter roll silently
choking the white cloud surrounding it,
you, you want to cry/pray out aloud, who, who
shall I be, to make a completion between
the person inside of me. the person I think
I want to be, dream of be-coming,
and yes it is too, eternal, for as long as humans
can think dream, create and anticipate, we all
will nonetheless perpetually search for the other
someone, sometwo
in us…
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
~for George Harrison~
Very
*soon George, I am bound for
a stilled shaded land, a tiny isle,
which knows the
all encompassing fog,
hurricanes wrath that days linger,
and though memorable,
never the first image recalled,
but a mind's eye video of
a perpetual sunset,
agonizing silenced colored fantasies of farewells,
each unique and alike though all things must pass,
a benign benefit comfort suckled this old man's
never fully at rest visions,
for the sunset is perfect perpetual,
always setting, never settling,
ever bound to surprise,
our farewell is another's welcoming,
and each of our days an
A-1 slicked continuum,
a sliding circularity
and
we sigh, ooh & aah
at it miracality,
its genteel reawakening
we admit with pleasured honesty,
yes, sunsets are a corridor edged,
somewhere it is always sunset,
nevereverending,
and its farewells
are truly truthful welcomings*
<*>
Shelter Island
May 2025
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
~for George Harrison~
Very
*soon George, I am bound for
a stilled shaded land, a tiny isle,
which knows the
all encompassing fog,
hurricanes wrath that days linger,
and
though memorable,
never the first image recalled,
but a mind's eye video of
a perpetual sunset,
agonizing silenced colored fantasies of farewells,
each unique and alike though all things must pass,
a benign benefit comfort suckled this old man's
never fully at rest visions,
for the sunset is perfect perpetual,
always setting, never settling,
ever bound to surprise,
our farewell is another's welcoming,
and each of our days an
A-1 slicked continuum,
a sliding circularity
and
we sigh, ooh & aah
at it miracality,
its genteel reawakening
we admit with pleasured honesty,
yes, sunsets are a corridor edged,
somewhere it is always sunset,
nevereverending,
and its farewells
are truly truthful welcomings*
<*>
Shelter Island
May 2025
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
Deep within her stare value-laden eyes bare
Thou liketh compete with disciplined man
Prim proper equanimity assembled as plan
Serve glory to God; begone any despair
Grasping thy reality of excellence profound
Access vast depth of emotion- drowned
Dangling medals reaching out to touch
Through tranquility, stand by your ground
He pushed me open like a book untold
Words of the gospel used by mean
Daring as His veracity He loved me as bold
By sworn duty, I shall perpetually convene
Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 12:01 PM UTC
Happiness so hard to reach
Now more than ever
Question that haunts my heavy heart
"Will I stay sad forever?"
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 7:50 PM UTC
So you're happy now
with another man
at home with our son
I will always be his dad
you told me
and I thank you
Just so you know
I never stopped loving you
I never stopped being ****
but I never stopped loving you
when your skin is liquid
and your teeth rattle in your skull
I will still love you
When the earthworms
use your eye sockets as tunnels
and when all men have either forgotten
or are too scared to speak your name
I will still love you
you deserve to be happy
and you are right to move on
if you feel as though your dreams with me
are truly dead and gone
just know that I still love you
love the father of your son
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
I wish I could have—
(Whispers to myself)
On days like this when light feels absent.
When even the grey begins to fade.
How easily the mind slips into descent—
(Deaf & Dumb these screams are silence)
Fickle imaginations and unkept dreams,
The empty spaces where sunlight gleams.
Forgotten places where darkness looms.
How often is there such clarity—
When self awareness is acknowledging the chaos.
Questioning sanity.
(The Quiet is Echoing)
Lost but still somehow following—
A break in thought that seems so endless.
How, suddenly, the mind can bend.
(Mute)
Taut and out of shape—bent toward reality,
The darkest shades of anxiety.
Absent of color and stuck in perpetuity—
How infinite a moment could be.
With every sound.
(Repeating silence)
Each touch that’s felt and every taste.
This pain that remembers—
This soul that has witnessed how seamlessly time is replaced.
(Still, I wish I could have...)
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
Perpetual Motion
The aerodynamics of your words slice through the atmosphere effortlessly.
Their succession is perpetual, reaching each listener that your voice can touch.
Your words are like the steady hands of a surgeon, operating—opening old wounds or closing new ones with precision.
Your words are unbiased, unable to detect any and all human nuances; their only desire is to be heard, echoing in the silence, leaving a mark on every heart they find.
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
Incognito was my game,
until no one could remember my name.
Drama free all of the time,
until lacking attention became a crime.
Crushing on a star in my eyes,
until it came and broke my skies.
Wishing everything was well,
but left alone in a forgotten hell.
Shedding petals pretty in color,
defined in their detail,
make art as they hover..
No tie to each other,
although they're connected,
one moves, all move,
cause they all get affected.
A part of the tree living life as a family.
But some fall and go shedding the tree,
what a tragedy.
To time cometh their woe and to woe comes great wisdom.
Some petals great,
others harsh,
but all are a part of the kingdom.
I held on to the foreshadowed results of a life without fun,
but all it took to change my mind was the warm light kiss that came from the sun.
Sometimes I focus on perpetually inevitable doom,
but often the time that's stolen by the trees,
petals,
and life around me that may bloom.
So if my woes are petals,
then so are my joys,
which some may shift and change,
and sometimes appear coy.
Because life is a place plentiful of joys and woes,
know,
like petals,
what comes will and eventually goes.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
_it ***** doesn't it? feeling like you're not good enough, no matter how are you try._
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
_i've spent my whole life making other people happy when all they did was leave._
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
_just close your eyes
you'll be alright_
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
If One can dance
With the beats of
Their own heart
Never have to fear
When to stop
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
with the opportunity to fly,
heaven-bound with relentless cadence,
over unbound oceans of endless thought,
i still prefer to glance ashore from a shore,
Standing still with normative idealism,
bound to false securities of pragmatism,
and perpetually doomed to drown,
if ever setting foot in water.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
an incorrigible
boor now
delight in
noir till
she goes
down a
hoax if
I make
jokes still
let her
sit behind
the kind
that modern
love might
catch her
in such
a smear
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
some kind of perpetual motion
perpetual motion
this movement took this
what a strange love
strange disgust
where did all this come from
what a strange light
strange moon and stars
where did all this come from
what a strange night
strange strange shadows
where did these shadows come from
oh my mind oh my mind
oh why do I say it all
why there is all this
why the torch burns on fire
why the blood runs running
where did all this come from
why disappearances
why is nothing to us all
never reach
why there is all this
13.07.18
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
Every ten words
there will always be
ten more words
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC