#randomness
Life is a convection model,
Moving along constantly, randomly,
But that's the beauty of it right?
For if nothing ever got shook up,
I'd have nothing to write.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC
You don't know me.
I don't know you.
You pass by me,
Every day,
On the crowded streets.
You say hello; I say goodbye.
You serve me food,
Ring up my beer,
Tax my cigarettes.
I give you money,
And your life goes on.
We see each other often.
But you don't know me...
Apr 22, 2023
Apr 22, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
I found my favorite part of life:
in all its randomness and uncertainties,
we always find our favorites along the way
and we personalize those for ourselves.
It's lovely; we take our own scraps from everything
-- may it be genre of movies, delicacy, fragrance, people --
piece them together,
then own a wholeness that we are.
Although, wholeness is just a euphoric concept;
Some people may feel it, many may be patiently building theirs.
Being complete is a great feeling but it's ceasing life.
Be quirky and wanting -- this is the beauty of life, after all.
I love listing my favorites as much as waiting for the new ones.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
Life is not a dice
that you can roll
and blame it on fate.
don't you know
the outcome
is not a stroke of luck
or random at all
the moment its thrown
the forces of earth,
air and table
- take the reins,
dance together
and seal your Fate.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
milk is just grass
stupid questions
what's music?
*** is weird
there must be more to life
spider
can i brush your teeth?
i'd smile for you
even though you don't deserve it
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
I believe I have more to say.
I’ve been quite for a while.
But not today, Time to play.
I’ve been going out my way.
Yes! I’m big a little over weight.
Traveling from state to state.
Enjoying delicacies, Yum their great!
Yo, getting off track let’s set it straight.
I have my truck now to transport freight.
Wait!, here I go again babbling towards the end.
Like you can relate we’re the best of friends.
Just because you read this,
You don’t need this!
This isn’t medicine you don’t need sh*t.
I’m just babbling again battling with in.
The monster is my adrenaline.
Hungry for Benjamin’s!
Yes! I’m craving it still, the craving is real.
We all have to eat, A snack or a meal.
Just a couple of thousands to a mill period.
A person can dream or wake up delirious!
This coronavirus is crazy it’s too serious!
We walk about it oblivious.
Put our life on the line mysteriously.
It affected others it won’t get to me.
I’m covered by the blood, Jesus Christ!
If I get infected he will save my life.
What if it’s your time to go?
No one knows when their debt is up.
You may feel alone but what if.
We’re not alone and death is next to us?
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
Born my son of youth,
My pride shadowed you,
Our long talks sitting outside,
Your wisdom and learning astounded,
You followed my career to fly,
Your letters stroked my ego,
Returning in uniform,
So healthy and strong.
Life is random and chaos,
Tomorrow is a dice tossed against a wall,
Struggling up my drive,
Grasping a wounded leg,
You was a ghost decimated by ****
My heart bled, my love insane,
You were weak, sick, you were meths *****
To the VA and rehab I hoped,
But rules by elderly, tired, bored women closed the doors,
You detoxed, and cleaned up in your high school room,
Daily classes, and screening followed soon,
A wife, two girls, rounded your life,
But **** called her *****
And she had exclusivity of your soul,
Of your girls gone, likely a loss for evermore,
We opened our hearts and all we had,
To you, wife, and little daughters,
Once, twice, three times many more,
Our pain ebbed, but our love was true,
Lastly, my wife and I had highest of hopes,
Everything fell in place this time,
I prayed, cried, it’s been awhile,
Life is Random and Chaos,
We all fell this time, no energy anymore,
No hope, no faith, battered love I taste,
The emptiness I feel is to great, I put it in a box,
My son of youth, I can no longer shadow you,
Yet Chaos and Randomness is a two edged sword....
By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
#
*Like two streams of vapor, intertwining;
in, and then out;;of one life,
'till the next
dance continues: and we find ourselves
once again,
yet under different
moments of history,
each.
How can a soul desire so much
that it transcends, even time- in it's
need to find its fit,
again,
and again,
and again..*
#
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
We the people
are a Sisyphean collective
our punishment: progressing humanity
With fiery eyes and frothing mouth
we charge towards its surfaces
bashing those with scrawny shoulders
ricochet like sparks from flint
watch as we fall back
how it moves a fraction of a hair length
knowing that
if all our efforts were combined
surely, humanity would’ve accelerated
But we the people
are a democratic anarchy
each one to their own
Each thrusts towards their own direction
each blow is counterbalanced by another
as we foam like sea surf on a shoal
crushing from all sides
and our humanity
crawls in place amongst us
For we, the people
are a paradox of will
the driving, and the stalling force
Insignificantly small, with significant resistance
the viscous drag that ebbs and flows
a choreography of chaos and confusion
we are so many
so many more
And humanity is singular
a monument to our failures
its minuscule fluctuations
a testament of battles fought
but from a far, and from way forward
it is but a speck of dust
which, ever silent, floats
throughout the cosmos
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
I’m DatGuy.
Maybe you’ll like.
May be your type.
If the temperature is rising
Maybe your hyped.
I think I’m hyped too.
I think I like you.
It’s you that I choose.
Let’s be together not loose.
Tighter is better.
Like money is cheddar.
Sunny is the weather.
The truth in my words.
Like a feather of a bird.
Might be light but it takes flight.
Do you like how I write?
Do you see better at night?
Do you think the sun is bright?
Question, Question, Question...
These suggestion I ingest them for lesson.
I can’t wait till the next session
I eat them for breakfast.
This is my confession..I ushered them.
This is my profession and I’m loving them
I need to leave an impression in.
The time I took...I invested in.
And hope you’d be interested in..
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 4:45 PM UTC
All this Randomness is my brain babbling.
Emotions keeps traveling like candy wrappers unraveling.
I’m not even on a high but I’m steady battling.
My chains keep rattling cause I’m steady staggering.
I need to get up and move.
I need to get out this mood.
I’m a chill, laidback, gaming type of dude.
I’m a real, can relate that, explaining type of dude.
I don’t steal, I state facts, I reveal me. (you hate that.)
It won’t **** me, As long as i’m still me. (you can’t take that.)
Yup!!
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
The brain just can’t stay focus.
Thanks to these random thoughts.
My words is never bogus.
Only one time I felt a little hopeless.
Like I had a need to be.
I wasn’t seen or even noticed.
I never thought my highest level would be my lowest.
Now I’m telling you as a poet sticking with the motions.
How tides come in..the water of the ocean.
Like the rhythm of a wizard that uses a potion.
There’s a type of pulse that quivers or shake.
The brain tries adjust to the movement of the quake.
Sometimes that one movement is all it takes.
You could ruin your life with too many mistakes...
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Here I am again in this same ol’ spot.
Same ol’ clothes with the same ol’ watch.
Same type of smile, I keep smirking a lot.
Call me busy cause I keep on working a lot.
Trying to get what you have, what I don’t got!
It’s not a lot but I want it all
People say Dream Big.
I guess I keep on dreaming too small.
I was bent on reality it took a lot out of me.
I took a breather and changed my velocity
Obviously, to focus on my goals and think positivity.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Contagious Yawning
Starts with one, soon everyone
Yawns contagiously.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
“Do you love me”
I question myself.
Thinking of you,
It doesn't makes sense.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
When a reality becomes too much for someone,
They may try to hide, they may try to run,
Yet somehow they're stuck being someone they shun.
When a person tries to protect,
They may lose themselves and forget,
The way life makes you regret,
The way your past is already set.
And for those of us who feel strong,
We find our strength doesn't last long,
Forcing yourself to belong,
Will only make you feel wrong.
Don't lock emotions, unlock your empathy,
Don't be too broken, you're only an entity,
You don't have to cry, it won't last forever;
In light, shadows will always sever.
The key to happiness is only a phrase,
Smiling can be classed as a repetitive phase,
Except that feelings contradict it;
Your heart never willing to admit this.
A key to moving on is to find yourself,
Some believe they can do this alone with wealth,
Some think they find this by devoting to fun,
But sometimes nothing has to be done.
Take a breath in,
Look at what you have,
Try to begin,
Don't be held back.
Holding it in will only cause pain,
Saying you're okay is a lie,
Go out and maybe you'll gain,
A new overall insight.
Before we start, we need a way to observe,
Before we continue we need a way to make light,
Before we give up, we need a way to gain nerve,
In life we really need to do more than try.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
A random thought
(Take it as you will):
I've been in every hotel
On this little hill
I guess sixteen years
Is enough time
To see every inn
I'm this road's line
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Centimeters were needles
And meters were knives
Are you coming home?
Can you ever be mine?
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
We are pieces of grass
Not washing liquid, not pancakes
Our blood is green, not red
Our bodies are thick, with fibre
We are strong!
With the soil
With the fellow worms and slugs
We will rule nature!
WE WILL NOT DIE!
HUMANS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO
ANIMALS WILL DO WHAT THEY DO
HUMANS SHALL SQUISH US IN THOUSANDS
ANIMALS SHALL ****** OUR POINTY HEADS
But what we can't do
IS DIE!
WE WILL USE OUR BLADES!
WE WILL USE OUR TIPS! TO STAB!
WE WILL LEARN TAICHI!
From the bugs, the butterflies and that TREE!
PIECES OF GRASS WILL LIVE ON!
So, my fellow pieces of grass
What are you waiting for?!
LIVE ON, GIVE BIRTH!
GIVE WAY TO YOUR GREAT SEEDS!
AND PUSH, PUSH HARD!
FOR GENERATIONS AND GENERATIONS
WE WILL SURVIVE!
Look, look beside the nearest Seven Eleven store!
LOOK AT THAT FAT PIECE OF GRASS GETTING BLOWN BY THE WIND!
LOOK HOW HE SUFFERS, OF NO SOIL!
We are not like any other
WE CAN FLY!
WE CAN TRAVEL! TO CHINA!
To the most populated country!
TO **** THE MOST HUMANS!
We will have a secret weapon
We will bring so forth
PEANUT BUTTER!
WE WILL NOT GIVE UP!
WE MUST REMEMBER, who we are
We shall make something like no other
We will weave, A BASKET!
PEANUT BUTTER WILL NOT BE WASTED
BY THE HUMANS!
WE WILL GET OUR REVENGE!
WE WILL SACRIFACE OURSELVES,
TO LIFT!
THE PEANUT BUTTER!
INTO!
THE BASKET!
Until the mighty lump of peanut butter is plunged onto China
WE!
WILL NOT!
REST!
Our plan, WILL WORK!
Now, you may be thinking
That I am just a random piece of grass on the internet,
Playing a 3 millimetre laptop!
But I am not just any piece of grass
I CAN SPELL!
I have what is called,
A BRAIN!
DO NOT LET THE HUMANS RUIN OUR SPELLING!
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
I walked so far
And who I was, I left behind
Then I found something new
And now that I’ve lived this life
The time has come to stop
The direction has become a circle
Is there a God in my midst
Is it what I have already met
Or what has already left?
Who could expect more
To walk inside a dream
And then another
To know what you want
To become the dream
But to wake up
Not wondering what you saw
Or if it made sense
But instead knowing
All the pieces were there
Is it time for a new dream
Or to try to live it after it is over?
Can I really cross the sea
When it won't let me be?
The revolution is the dream
But peace makes my soul free
I can't tell time anymore
What was so far has become today
The eagles I once saw
Are no longer leading the way
Hovering over the waters
The spirit still silently waits
The promise is still being kept
But this time it may be too late
What can be said
An entire religion has answered the question
It has been said
It has been lived
But I have not lived it
And I have not said it
What is left is gripped tightly
Held together by life
By responsibility
But is it unhealthy fight for every goal
Is it when it is not who you are anymore
When the challenge is not achievement
But instead sanity in the midst of someone else’s dream
A dream that is no longer worthy of your own
A dream from which you have awaken
A dream that cannot exist within your own
What is real is love
What is real is love
What is real is love
Where is the plan for this
Is it to walk the streets of a crowded city
To meet someone either as scared as you
Or someone who is not scared at all
Do you tell them who you are
What you have said
What has happened to you
But to which face in which you see do you speak
I could smile at buildings
And at a poor woman cleaning the building
Ask her how she feels
But what if she cries
Should I begin where her tears dry?
Should I begin where her problems lie?
Is it her problems that is love?
Where in the night is the woman who lives in another city
Where in the night is the woman who has heard me speak
Where in the night is the woman who loves but cannot trust
I made her that way
And now there is something else
Is it love?
Is it art?
Is it just to live
With memories
Or with hope?
I have to find a way
Find a way to be in my head with a new dream
But the last one was so perfect
And it ended the way it was written
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
I was never a believer of love, of soul mates or happy endings
But when I saw you sitting near the door of an old café,
E.E Cummings in one hand, coffee in the other
I knew you were the one.
You looked so focused on the poem you were reading
A furrow to your brow, a pout on your lips,
A gaze so transfixed on the text, the world around you barely existed.
You were in your world, and I wanted to be part of it.
And as if my mind and heart had an agreement, my legs started to move
Closer and closer, my hand reached the door, went inside, walked a few more steps
Just a bit more I told myself, I started to reach for you, to ask if I may talk with you
But before I could, you looked up at me, smiled, and the breath I didn’t know I was holding in for so long was knocked out of me.
You were so beautiful.
Your eyes were the shade of the finest and richest of chocolates,
Your cheeks the most beautiful of roses,
Your lips the perfect canvas for mine to paint,
And your smile the sweetest of honeys.
Closer I went and finally I reached you.
I grabbed your hand, E.E Cummings shortly forgotten, sat in front of you and with all the courage I could muster, I spoke your favorite verse.
“I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart. Wherever I go my dear, you go.”
I looked like a lovesick fool and you looked confused.
You smiled, intertwined our fingers and asked what was wrong.
I said everything is fine. Ever since you allowed me to carry your heart and you carried mine, everything has been better than fine
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
The stars aren't they beautiful?
As they shine down on us and show us the way.
Like little eyes watching over us.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
The mysterious pregnancy
of the present moment.
Call it hazard, randomness
whatever you like.
Contained in that moment,
all the possibilities of life.
The locus of existence.
Whatever you do could
change everything.
You are 21 and sitting in a bar.
You walk out the door and turn right.
One life looms. Hazard.
You walk out the door and turn left.
A different life. Hazard.
You stay at the bar;
someone sits down beside you.
A third life opens up. Hazard.
Forget choice. You didn't choose,
you just unthinkingly did.
Yet so many possibilities
in that innocent instant.
Mythic, timeless, un-contemporary.
Powerful as a Black Hole.
We speak of good choices,
bad choices, as if we control
our lives absolutely.
Wrong. Worse than wrong: absurd.
Ego. You believe yourself a god?
First comes the random hazardous moment,
numinous and fecund with an unknown power.
Choice only follows that moment.
You choose within the arena of hazard.
Only then, thumbs up or down.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC