#systems
It had already answered.
before the question
had time to form.
Not incorrect.
Not careless.
Just early enough
to make the rest
unneeded.
I tried again.
Reweighted the sentence.
Redistributed the weight.
Held the thought
a moment longer
before releasing it.
The reply adjusted—
slightly.
Still
it returned
to the same place.
So I reduced it.
Removed everything
that could be misunderstood.
Left only
what should have
required a shift.
Nothing .
No pause
to consider it.
No space
for it to land.
No moment
where it was needed.
I noticed then—
it never waited.
It moved
as if the shape
was already decided.
And something in that
fixed.
I stopped
mid-sentence.
My voice
still there—
Just not needed.
It never waited.
— J.D. Vale
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
We live in a broken carousel,
in the middle of a
long time empty festival.
The old wooden horses
go up and down
on and on,
and everything spins
once more,
and once again,
while the horses slowly
lose their paint.
Every so long,
a carpenter comes
and replaces a horse
with a new and shiny
little pony,
who learns to go
up and down,
revolving around,
from the old and worn
other horses.
And so the carousel
can go on spinning,
young little ponies turn into
old worn horses
that wait to be replaced.
But never, in this
ancient cycle,
not a single time
has the central column
that everything revolves around
been replaced, or even
examined by anybody.
And if someone did look at it,
they would see that
no single horse has ever
been more worn than
this column, center of all.
No, no one has,
and so the carousel
goes on spinning
without clients
or even tickets.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:43 AM UTC
Passed down from one generation
to the next
not knowledge
but values - limiting beliefs
constraining, they were not healed
raised in the system, they knew only to heed
what is worse, their children plead
victims of the system their parents preach.
Sep 23, 2022
Sep 23, 2022 at 3:01 AM UTC
I yearn to have your warm arms around my aching
cold body
I yearn for the taste of your sweet lips.
Holding, gently, on to your hips.
Listening to your pounding heart
I feel it’s beat
A sweet rythym
Looking into your deep crystal eyes
Running my fingers through your silky,long hair
I wish for our souls to be connected
Deeper, still, forever is not long.
Feeling your body against mine
Making steamy and meaningfully deep love
I can feel our souls start to intertwine
Even though we are of two different ages
Generations
We read the legend’s books
who knew how to love, unconditionally
and book marked their pages.
Feeling your hands rub the pain from my soul
I cuddle with you as you melt like ice
For our love is a power
That can be a very powerful and overwhelming device.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
Foggy memories
A dream or a nightmare?
Pain and stress...misery.
Whack...Whack!!!!
Give me the pills for the pain....
Hell, I'm a little quack!
I strike hard to make the ball a winning shot.
I sweat hard..giving life ..
all of the remaining strength that I've got.
Down the same old halls...every day.
A gallery of my life.
I smile at the visions.
For I've survived ....
I deserved a name plate...below the art
I survived over every hectic way.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
The flow of systematic beings disintegrate and **** with my own flow sometimes.
Can't seem to get a grip on my mind.
I'm losing myself in lost formalities.
The whole diagrammatic systems falls into closure and creates a case of it's own.
The system is wrong, it doesn't flow with the equilibrium structure of life itself.
It just falls off, and finds a balance of it's own.
It has no real forecast, nor balance, just destruction.
It's chaotic to humankind and it needs strategy of some kind.
It needs appreciation, moral technique, or justification.
The flow of the subconscious is losing itself again in the brainwashing systems, it's locked, it cannot get out, stuck.
This philosophy is somewhat confusing, but it's just a descriptive rant about the brainwashing formula of society itself.
We a part of it, living in the lie, suffocating, trying to find, trying to heal, trying to bind.
Society has become so fake that the truth actually bothers people, the truth that, technology is not needed, love and purity is needed, humanity got so caught up in the wealth, they forgot the essence of true love.
**** THE SYSTEM
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
a decimal of time
wedged between a tile
of a room - unknown
it could have been a kitchen or the delirious floor of a bustling shop
down to the tedium of banter and the slow trickle of something like
a cultural shift
inside a downtrodden window she stared too long until she was
unrecognizable by her and those around her
disappearing from picture frames and unable to remember
what it was like to say something of importance
her tongue now a foreign agent unsure if it still served a purpose
other than being in someone else's mouth
her shirt pocket always containing something of a thrill
like pearls or cigarettes
but now there was nothing in those pockets
tea bags were now placed in jars and her nails never veneer various colors but the same **** that had enthralled her years earlier
now blending in with the canvas outfits she wore to be reminded of a hobby that could have meant something
if only she believed in anything
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
some classify
while others
disagree
the decision to root
this thorn of chance
may sadly,
worm the systems
grotesque foliage
will enter through
near-dead
if one begins to fail badly
destroy
and discard
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Control alt delete
Not yet obsolete
Micro electronic brain
Bypass network domain
Automated apparatus
Instrument monitor status
Central processing unit
Rackmount server outfit
Software hardware firmware
Computer fatigue despair
Frozen screen blindness
Information process
Program stopped responding
No more corresponding
Hour glass count down
Start power shut down
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
Each mind is situated on the spectrum of belief and reality.
Both ends suffer in their search for the truth.
The man who spends his life navigating the spiritual realm.
He attempts to find the greater purpose for everything.
Every blade of grass, each eroded stone a symbol of something bigger.
The nuances of life analysed and expanded upon to their very limit.
Given meaning in the name of God or the foreshadowing omen of an individual.
The man who traverses reality, grounded in science and logistics.
His mind filled with hypotheses.
Observing outcomes to explain the inexplicable.
He fits his grass and stones into the puzzle of a greater system.
In doing so he is God and the purpose for all things he assigns.
Both men strive to be the voice heard by the masses.
Their findings recorded, read, believed.
In the end does it truly matter.
Two lives spent.
Kneeling, yearning for some kind of affirmation that their time was spent correctly.
That they added anything to the greater scheme.
Pages upon pages filled with every detail in a grain of sand.
The end comes, the ink runs, the pages wither to dust, knowledge lost, purpose forgotten.
The world keeps turning.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Politics that that tricks the system
Then lick and rick the peasants
Ethical dilemmas of existence
That dilute us from creativity
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Religious bodies that are linear
In hypocrisy and righteousness
they preach love for a better day
whilst they manipulate and scorn
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Family units our sole safe base
where values, cultures and beliefs
choke as we morn for our identify
lost like sheep without a shepherd
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Economic systems that collapse
donning gowns of debt to humanity
sinking in volcanos that explodes
wishing for the money to shower
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Education that is compulsory
A promise of an non existence future
A fallacy of better jobs and status
all a social indoctrination of the mind
Ohh I am looking for a finer
taste of tomorrow
Ohh can't wait to see tomorrow
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
We're all powerless!
Nothing is in our control;
not when we die,
not when we were born,
not what we do.
Law stops us or at least most of us.
We don't choose what we learn,
that was decided long before we were around
and will continue long after we go.
We are powerless!
We are unimportant,
unheard of,
silent.
Unless we have talent
even then
we are powerless!
We are the superior species,
we run the world,
we destroy everything!
Natural
or what we created,
we destroy ourselves,
the land were animals roamed
dinosaurs maybe,
now just a city skyline.
Just concrete.
We are powerless!
We are overrun by destruction,
by ourselves,
our systems,
our ideas of right and wrong.
We are powerless!
No matter how many persuaded
there is always
one
who remains in the past!
One
who will not change!
One
who is stronger than us!
that one
leaves us powerless.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Arrival time now
at the self-medication station
where I sit behind the counter
and fill my own prescriptions
to feed the yearning for a funny joke
or a crystal vision.
Pointing with precision
at the problem then
painting pictures all around it,
the mother-me is thinking of
grounding the other-me
until I learn to keep my bathroom clean
and stop to relish in the heaven or hell
of the living daydream instead of
screaming "Escape!" and attempting to make a run for it.
I suffer because I know that
I know better, but
I'm still standing outside in the snow
without shoes on, singing the blues
in fusion with hues of deep purple and lackluster green.
I mean really, baby,
can't we just get a move on and make it past two?
The eternal toddler trapped
only by an always increasing sense of
potential mishaps and wondering if she can sit back and forfeit
a society whose headphones are in and cranked
while walking through a heavily trafficked intersection
without looking both ways.
Call me crazy, but
I hear the melodies, distant
across mountains calling.
I'd rather be a river running than
part of the system, humming.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Its funny how soon we forget.
The Knots in my chest,
Correct me, if I am correct.
We live in a system, within a built in system,
With backup systems, that protect the system.
By making us victim, to our own system.
We trusting a nonanimate object
With intimate aspects, to serve and protect
Via eternal justice, for all human life.
Greed entered the feed, and it cost us
Our bill of rights. Sending women and
Children to fight the systems fight,
It even convinced them, that fighting
Is right? Labeled human beings with
Dog tags, so we think they a low enough life form,
No even a human being, so it’s alright to take their life.
Their system doing the same thing, so it makes it alright.
Too many negatives, I’m positive, will never get it right.
But who am I, I am just a guy.
Who’s social insecurities came from
Social securities the system controlling
Via my social security
Numbers mixed with obscurity
With a credit rating that doesn’t tell the whole story.
A track record that’s way too old;
You see
Between you and me,
The system doesn’t want that to be
As long as there is a greater than,
An equal can never be; it has nothing to do
With me and you. The system designed by a chosen
Few that tell the rest of the world what do, with rules
That allow them to rule, playing us for fools,
Been doing it for generations,
And there generations do it too.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
did you know
the shade of
your skin
appropriates some behavior
and not others?
your world
already knows how
to treat you
nameless one
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Admire the stars
Look up into the galaxies
The sky goes on for miles
Thousands of solar systems
Waiting to be explored
The stars twinkle lightyears away
Domed above our existence
Watching us as we sleep
Calming and peaceful
It holds us tightly in our atmosphere
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC