#streaming
The spirit of the moment
is volcanic lava that’s needy speedy
for cooling, with all deliberate speed, for
it enflames, eviscerating, priority over any human calling
though true I am only human too, liken to you,
but the spirit, by its name, decidedly not,
when pervades/invades, my soul no
longer mine to keep but a vassal~
vessel moved by forces unseen,
but not disbelieved
when the moment is only near~nigh~now,
the spirit visits like a widow, but! a silent
uninvited guest, I see to the forecast,
see no drought, despite record heat,
and the pitch of fever repeats only
* complete! complete! complete!*
and there is no dispute, who
is tool who is master, the
word urgent unneeded,
contra~claims going
away, unheeded
for I am transfused to the moment,
diktat of the spirit dictates and
I to be his nothing-but-scribe,
a single purpose unconsoled,
repleting, now! now! now!
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
I don’t stream a lot of TV
but once I’m in that mode, I’m down
and I can’t get up.
Best pickup line I heard this week:
“You could be my emergency contact.”
A girl recently called me “weird people.”
She was effusive and I was put in my place.
Apparently, good grammar isn’t legally enforceable.
Her friend apologized, saying—and wrote it down.
“She lives on her phone; it’s a claustrophobic place.”
“Ooo!” I’d said, "Can I use that?” She gave me a blank look.
Leong, lisa and I were walking to class when a lone goose flew over,
honking incessantly, like a New York taxi in heavy traffic.
“That must be a Canadian goose,” I said, because my uninformed comments seem forever welcome—and we are pretty far north.
“I know what it was saying,” Leong offered, in her most inscrutable Asian way. Lisa and I waited to hear some Chinese wisdom, but what she finally said was, “Where IS everyone? I knew I shouldn’t have stopped to ***
There’s a song that goes, “We got married in a fever.”
That line seems so point-on to me. That’s how it happens.
Not, “We got married with a prenup, hotter than a brussel sprout.”
My Grandmère told me Peter and I will need a prenup, if we ever…
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Songs for this:
Feather by Sabrina Carpenter [E]
Head In The Clouds by BabyJake
Jackson (feat. Josh Homme) by Florence + the Machine
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
Her cry was the thunder, and her streaming tears were the pouring rain that breathed new life into the earth. Her catharsis signaled the start of a new spring with fresh grass, blooming flowers, and the ever lasting melody of the birds.
Hussein Dekmak
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
a yin and yang
two extremes
of the same pole
flip the rotate
and peer through
eternity
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
Is it their fault
for being unworthy of respect?
Or is it our own,
for not respecting them?
Adjust your world vision,
to the right view
see beauty in everything
and not chaos
echo consciousness
throughout eternity
run, run, run
dear truth seeker,
keep your mouth shut
and be vigilant
...
Unravel lavender rolls of
galactic neon rugs
and crisscross
high lighter
unchained replicas
of nature's black universe
unwind the tight-knit mind
that society gave us
a retired leopard
of spots that radiate sun
from what jungle are you?
warmth to red
and quickly fading
reality
this is death,
fellow soldier
enlighten life,
fall time lanterns
of fleshly glow
breathing life
into heart beat
patterns
the time is now,
program, control, re-wire
circuitry soldered
into electrocution's
infinity
I learned from the Redwoods
meditation,
peace with life
and absolute confidence
I repel fire and live long
contend me,
a ghost of no face
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
stopped streaming
but the site
is
still
screaming
cry baby bridges
words taken
as
smidgen
smudges
for
your
soul
no
longer an poet
they couldn't take it
his 15 views
will lead
her
to
him
try and find me
in
his
poems
?
...
..
.
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
Truly the death of the communication age,
Leading me to follow,
Current textbooks fluent in rejection
To the students they serve.
Brainwashing in thick salt water,
Drowning in a taste that makes faces,
Gloating achievements and attention,
Filing for societal filters to get
Through obligations created by
Degenerate scholars.
Glaring into darkness and
Twinkling laughter silent after
Punishments now turned to powder.
Gallantly quiet in a world of opinions
Stretching from borders that fire
At each other through 140 characters.
Given all that's left are blind readings
Of sarcastic articles titled with bait
On a hook like worm covered worms.
I'm truly left in confusion reading
The forward to the epilogue of a
Torn apart villainous wreckage
Scattered into the brains of a
Clueless populous in hope for
Worlds to meet in collision
And turbulence.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
Rain
t r i c k l e s
d
o
w
n
the gutters into the
small
p u d d l e
collecting
below,
*drip,
drip,
drip,
plop,
plop,
plop,*
water into the
falls puddle,
splashing onto your
stationary
sneakers.
can’t make yourself
M O V E
[out] of the r i
a n.
because you can’t tell
the
difFerence b e t w e e n
the t
e
a
r
s
from the clouds
and the t
e
a
r
s
from your eyes.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Rays of streaming light,
Heat bouncing off ocean waves.
Blue water shimmers.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
*Summers, golden rays
Sends out radiance,
Like capricious diamonds,
As it protrudes through the blue celestial,
And lounges upon the horizon.
Performing an appealing,
And luminous show,
Streaming into a wondrous glow,
In the mid-days calming air,
As it flows smoothly from below.*
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC