#remote
I want this life to read like an intricate novel. I don’t want to keep sitting at a computer all day while the romance of life slips through my arthritic fingers. They are meant to write beautiful prose that flow over our souls and cover them with golden warmth.
Yet they are tippy-tappy typing away at exhausting, unimaginative emails with signatures like “warmest regards” to cover how calloused my heart has become.
Sitting in this comfortable space behind a giant screen where nothing can hurt me is crippling. We were meant to embrace the love this earth holds us in. We are supposed to bathe in rivers, meet strangers in different cities, and learn to fall. My knees should have scrapes, my elbows bruised from stumbles I take on dirt roads and motorbikes.
While my bones are intact, my life is what is breaking.
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 9:26 PM UTC
new announcement:
due Monday at 11:59 PM
unit assignment
requires: more energy than I can muster right now.
each morning repeats;
wake up to notifications and expectations
forcing a mindset that is almost impossible to maintain
every minute that passes
is a minute wasted.
timelines approach,
all that is felt is
indescribable exhaustion
is that assignment really due,
or is this all my imagination?
this all feels like
an overlapping, metaphorical Sisyphus;
every day I push one boulder up a hill,
but there are several others deserving of my attention
and they are never ending.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
Kindred (II)
by Michael R. Burch
Rise, pale disastrous moon!
What is love, but a heightened effect
of time, light and distance?
Did you burn once,
before you became
so remote, so detached,
so coldly, inhumanly lustrous,
before you were able to assume
the very pallor of love itself?
What is the dawn now, to you or to me?
We are as one,
out of favor with the sun.
We would exhume
the white corpse of love
for a last dance,
and yet we will not.
We will let her be,
let her abide,
for she is nothing now,
to you
or to me.
Published by Songs of Innocence. Keywords/Tags: moon, pale, disastrous, remote, detached, cold, inhuman, lustrous, pallor, love, itself, white, corpse
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:37 AM UTC
I'm lost in a smart speaker.
I’m lost within your compact design.
I’m lost when you enable voice forward.
I’m lost holding your button
press-to-talk.
I’m lost when you gear up for single
user experience.
I’m lost within your touch experience.
I’m lost with your five-way remote
interaction.
I’m lost touching your tap-to-talk
engagement.
I'm lost with no ends to these game.
And
I’m lost in this laminated soul of yours.
© Feelings Coated
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
My psychic energies are energized , warm, and strong
Signaling waves of physical feeling, warmth of a beating heart felt, and ****** moves exchanged.
Though miles apart, we are physically and in soul, together.Real.
Our blood flows through our veins and we appear to each other as our bodies sweat and touch is fused and cannot be changed.
The lightening sounds as we make love over waves so real
Sensual rhythms so bold and understandably near
we fuse together.
Real love and the desire for one another satisfied
as the remote seduction pleasurably brings our bodies to wet and desired ******
Forever.
We long for our lives to become just as fused as our psychic bodies..
we know the attraction is here…
we both ****** under a huge yellow moon….
as destiny dictates the night of lust and also deep love
between two people from two far away places
Sweat draws full and near…
Our hearts begin to swoon….
as we celebrate our need and wanting for one another
in pure exotic form..
we are now physically and soulfully an art-form alike no other..
The ritual of the senses is a fire that rages on..
Until we return to our originating soul’s taken up places….
We know we never need to feel alone or deep in separation from our bodies..souls…and love..
For we can fly, at will, remotely to greet one another as our eyes
lock
as we enjoy admiring one another’s beauty and faces.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
Integration of spirit and body, is a reason for being mortal for a while
for some
secret reason
known only to the initiates,
the Melchisidekean
Priest hood, known by believers to be Jesus, Pre-existancy
Avatar thingy do.
Ah, but Lucifer and he were bros, y'know. The rub, that nagging urge,
get up and move the wagon, why lie
there comfy in your bubble
believing not all spirits are from God, but
some are. Try the spirits, if they can preach the good news
the angels brought:
God and the disconnected reconnected, Joy flows to the world.
Alleluia, right.
-- note: no list of do/don'ts save common sense.
Plugitin plugitin a bean in y'ear, a bean in y'ear
about as big as a yeast
beast.
Leaven, y'know, comes in flavors. Like proteins,
most leavening things leaven only one thing,
however,
word borne leaven leavens
everything,
and we ain't speakin' even-jello-ic jiggle of crystalizatio,
we talking boomin' gaseous gluten intro-learyant
beans, beans, beans po'folk beans
leavenistical
words witcha maya hoid yo grama say
breathe. Be leaving all your lies and tries to us as we
dare to cast our care
wind words, net let out, starboard,
un-error-o-matic
good new net. Wait.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
The love we won
is so remote.
The time has gone
since we wrote.
Pain concealed
behind pale hands.
A heart be healed
in distant lands.
Hear my plea
in simple rhyme.
Words cross the sea
and mind no climb.
Ditch the knife
my love is true.
I give my life
for one with you.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
I've gone
there why
in matter
of sands
and if
taken this
photo when
hers flash
in mine
this cartoon
gosh was
her ***
vehemently shone
inside the
cove that
the bulb
would entertain
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
I Recall… by Jessie 10/06
Recall the day from whence you came
When endless days were not the same
Take hold and care
Do not let go
For I recall
Black and white and hues of gray
Recount the dullard of the days
Eyes reflect of empty stares
Untouched, remote
As I recall
Both corners of the mouth
Turned, neither north nor south
All affect was lost, cast into the night
Twas but the shadows, which changed the face
As I recall
Turtle days, creeping by
If only I, knew how to cry
Swallow hard
Choke it down
Yes! I recall
Then, sun lit rays seeping in
Stained the room, and cleansed the sins
Melted heart and heightened senses
Colors now abound
As I recall
Tranquil peace, this stranger’s name
Known by more, but all the same
Intervening, locking heads
Saved me from my tortured cell
As I recall
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
There is a monster in my toy box and he’s covered in purple fur.
His eyes are like slot machines and they whizz around and whir.
He makes me say silly things and he plays with our cat.
He hides the TV remote under the bathroom mat.
He comes out every night to read through all my books.
He tears the corners, he writes in them in crayon and just look...
When I try to catch him, he scurries far away.
Mummy and Daddy, I’m not naughty, I just have to say:
“It was the monster in my toy box, he’s naughty all the time.
You just never see him ‘cos he’s so clever with all his crimes!”
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
A thing of past is a thing of past,
from where it came,
to where it belongs.
A thing of past is a thing of past,
will remain in past.
A thing of past is a thing of past,
will find it’s place from where it all started,
which is the past.
Over a period of time things change,
past becomes a thing of past,
then a thing of remote past,
when realized in the present,
then it comes to mind,
What now?
What next?
What if?
Over a period of time things change,
what was thought before was something else,
something totally different.
As of now in the present what is going on in mind is something else,
something totally different.
Over a period of time things change,
since now at the present moment in time in the present everything seems to be on hold with regards to the future.
Strange are the ways of life
Strange seems life, but then that’s life and life continues along with the present moment in time
Each moment matters
Every moment counts
Each moment has got the potential to make a difference in life with regards to the future.
Surprises and disappointments are part of life and will continue to remain in life as long as life remains.
Surprises and disappointments are part of life,
like dreams and desire,
which continue to play a hide-n-seek,
every now and then,
as and when they get the next available opportunity.
So that’s life and life has got everything in it with regards to what you know,
however,
don’t get surprised if something else happens in life in the present with regards to what you have got in life because that’s life and surprises,
they are part of life.
So say hello to your life with a smile on your face and with no hidden intention at the back of mind.
Time now to smile upon yourself, since the face you are looking in the mirror is none other than your own self.
Smile please!
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Defined in the past
Designed in present
What lies in an uncertian future is something that belongs to the present and is also from the past.
As time passes by everything moves along with the same
Over a period of time present becomes a thing of past and then a thing of remote past,
however, what remains in present with regards to past are moments and memories of the past.
Present moment in time will shape the future, of which the present knows very well
So always give your best when and while in the present
Don’t give up
Don’t give away, since there are no second chances
One right move and the right thing will find it’s right place,
However a lot of time and effort goes away in the making of that one right move,
which otherwise not only has the potential to shape the future,
but also it changes everything in present including scope with regards to the future while in present.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
Control of the tv remote
is one step closer
maybe.....
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Still remembering the past, what’s the use now?
What has happened is a thing of past and it will remain in the past,
over a period of time it will become a thing of remote past,
however, still remembering the past.
Remember the past is a thing of past,
from where it came,
to where it belongs,
a thing of past is a thing of past,
which will remain in the past,
then no matter how hard an effort is made to bring the past to life,
it's of no use,
since over a period of time it will be realized that efforts are going futile.
Over a period of time it will be realized that the past is a thing of past and as more time passes by it becomes a thing of remote past.
Better way of doing things is to believe in the present moment in time to which life belongs and which has got everything to do with regards to the present and also with respect to an uncertain future.
Definitely life continues along with the present moment in time.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
In a fast changing world where everything keeps on changing,
things have changed to such an extent that the past now does not seem to be a thing of past, but the past now seems to be a thing of remote past.
Definitely over a period of time a lot of things have changed.
In a fast changing world where everything keeps on changing,
things have changed to such an extent that there is no point in ascertaining the future because over a period of time something new will get added to the process of ascertaining the future, disturbing the peace of mind, then at that point in time, which will be the present moment in time.
Definitely it’s always better to move ahead with a cause.
Definitely it’s always better to move ahead keeping in mind something and in doing so never forget to move ahead in the present along with the present moment in time.
One of the things which have always happened over a period of time is when there is a change in dimension, then at that point in time there is a change of mind, which leads to deviation.
Finally as a result of the deviation things, which could have fallen in place, don’t find the right way, everything which could have worked out now needs more time, more space and more energy.
Definitely agreed that the world is a fast changing place, but this never meant that one needs to press the panic button every now and then, thinking that the situation will change and everything will worked out.
On the contrary pressing the panic button can lead to chaos, which will eventually invite a disaster, something which otherwise would have not happened, but will now happen, not only spoiling, but ruining each and everything, which otherwise would have been in it’s time and place.
So always think of best, give your best and move ahead with a positive mindset so as to get things done because no one knows when the tide will take a turn and everything will get worked out.
Thus don’t give up and keep going because life is full of surprises and no one knows when you will come across one.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
I I I I was immersed into Maria's mystic Veil
A relieving elegant relish of Rilke's mystic mist
Husked my binary perception as an Earthquake
Easily brimms off the mountainpeak white frozen blanket
And helps Angels to swoon for a magnificent time lapse speed-->
Up ornaments stiched with The Divine craft and Love on a
Flying carpet infatuated and melting from Sun's Immense impact
When making love twice a day, Lovingly fulfilled with an
Intimate bluhing beauty of dancing Clouds de Dawn trying to kiss
Dusk Cloudy deliverance. Resolve probably lied in many times
Read fluttering pages gazing Smiling Buddha who Knows of blissfi pi Lyrical Mandolin Elegies Obsessed With Seeking Answers By
Pressing against Many Hearts Foolishly Misinterpreted
Pointless Colouring As An Act Of Reciprocal Love To Central Black Portals Seeing Thee Gazed Into Intricate Reminiscing
Me of Tempus Fugit Fragile Sudden Sadness Easily Evoken By You
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
Retirement and the remote control,
This sounds like a whinge in an ode,
Retired men and remote controls,
Includes, "Who gave old men phones?"
Is this what 'golden years' meant?
Defensible violence to retired men?
You'll be getting good manners for tea,
And not much more from me!
Don't you go T-Rex on me!
I want a turn on that remote control, please,
You've turned into a sook and a toad,
My 'golden years' whinge in an ode.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
Shifting gears
Revolutions near
Red line absorption
In blue sky spectrums
Characterizing wave~particle
Photonic duality
Designating principals
Using dark features
Coinciding emissions
With elemental missions
Broad strokes
Masking narrow bands
Of water lilies
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
People ask me where I've been
I say, in a dream, a remote reality
Perhaps a part in this world
And a part in the other.
F.Z.N
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
If I was a telly
You would pretty much be
The remote control
That turns me on.
F.Z.N
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
My mind flashes back,
to the deepest depths of my memories.
Back to the day when all went well.
Until I bumped into you.
Exhausted, I trudged through
the hot summer streets,
and found a quaint shop.
I sat.
I waited.
I looked around.
And saw what I really yearned to see.
In another island,
in another city,
in another town.
The chances would have been remote,
indeed they were,
but then,
*I still saw her,
and she still saw me.*
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC