#thinks
La vita è bella
Hold any taken chance, waiting in mind,
planning action lucidly, clearly seeing through
hoped
t'be once
before, now
t'never was, yet
nor could have been,
justice just for its own sake
right now, only once, now,
but while our minds were
at the circus, ensorcelled,
entranced, as seen on TV
entertained out
of our minds
at the counting fair,
queued up to see the final
quarrel using nukes,
contained
within the mobilized mass
of we, the people, singing jibberish
and raving ecstatic
as early man who had no hell,
joyous nonsensed we shapen cloud, dancing.
But, that's not you, is it?
No time to watch the end of the world.
Life is a chore,
a duty assigned, a calling
to serve the whole, order established,
after pangs of disestablishmentarianism's errors.
Matter made from energy, mind bending
best intended results, except… having
the good sense God gave a green apple.
Return on investment from my grandma.
The aim of all good ideas is beautiful.
The expectant success, seen before being
taken in stride, step after step, to life's end.
Waiting, while meandering in life's realized
library of all we have gained after realizing
knowledge recognized as comforting, really
works in the core chaos knotted dreads real
dim points of light, from the old city on a hill,
a mighty fortress,
a bulwark, never failing,
enlightening the fog of war, beyond which
no life does not reshape its reasoning
weighing machine,
perpendicular pivot balance,
serpentine millipede weform worth…
true balance and jeweled pivots,
silicone slick speeding ion quest…
no hidden meaning, mere idle time revaluation.
Just thinking, adjusting the load,
hard nuts we take to be cracked
at the fire we share.
Be having, rationed good sense,
detecting pattern sequential,
after history is now,
after now is next,
and next, again,
upon comprehension
made ritually exceptionalized,
there is no place like home, the idea…
in traditional stories rebroadcast into
cultural consciousness comfort zone
allegorically religimenting, hope
each winter and spring
summer and fall… working
no need
for pointless pain
or friction unmollified,
golden oil economy of Greece,
illiteracy blissfully believing the noble
stories told and retold, it's a wonderful life.
We can smile, we can hide the horrors of war.
But Art as truth's goad through life, ties
token reminders to hearken when thinking
wishing praying were hopings forseen, just so.
Sleep, and rise and head toward tomorrow.
Watching your steps until you're sure,
from then on
the way is made smooth
blessed assurance, balance is mine
dulling joint effort and toil
freeing hands to manipulate,
fibers and spider's webbing,
in to toys to pay attention to,
seasonal significance literally lost
as the survivors
from past holy terrors refuse
reconfusion, defusing the future bomb.
So, say we let go all our certainties,
waiting absent mindedly
taken up
in mystery religious ligamental nets
of reminding caution, cuidado,]
step lightly.
La vita è bella
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
one of the poets
on planet thinks their shakespeare
which on is it ha
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
Long nights consume the slivers of day
Darkness is the Alaskan way
Has the song sung in summer flew away with the birds?
Our have we just forgotten the words?
Been in the shadow cast by winter's arrival
Since then the cold has been my rival
Branches break the sky up like pieces of glass
I look upwards as I walk waiting for danger to pass
Over hills the moon hangs in late afternoon
Hovering like a half-inflated balloon
Commitment to visibility not faltering a bit
Sometimes partly hidden but never completely quits
Dreams of warmer weather weave strands throughout my brain
Trying to ignore the snowfall exclaiming outside the windowpane
Putting all effort into embracing the ice
I can't be the only one who thinks some sunshine would be nice
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
In romantic relationships
You speak Latin
And your empire falls
In platonic relationships
You speak Greek
And think about caves
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
I guess I love the way
you listen with your lips
I guess I love the way
we live inside our dreams
You take away the tears
With one insignificant laugh
One look at us
in the lazy afternoon hue
I know why I'm with you
Why am I so hesitant to accept your lips and laugh?
To run away in your eyes
full of sunlight
Because my pupils never grow
You might be blinded by the light.
Because I see storm clouds
It is raining,
drops of
my blue
tears.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
Are you ok?My thinks are rock.You never find my dreams and slow.Slow words,slow songs and brains codes.How you can try,what you can saw.I wanna painting your worlds...
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
tall grass, broken glass
tall grass, broken glass
Shredded soles
Along the slate shoals
Shredded souls
Oh, where my heart goes
Tall grass, broken glass
Thorns aplenty
and dust to ash
Rotted bodies
Of water and trash
Thorns serrated-
sulks in the grass with-
broken glass, ash to ash
Still the rivers flows
Over rocks and stones
And washes away,
every smitten day
Begotten mud forms
Compressed into stone
or primordial bones
with a spirit on loan
nevertheless
We will have our tall grass
We will make our broken glass
And as the mountains burn to the ground we'll shrug and state "ash to ash."
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
you were me
then
i
could
still **** you
and live
it
don't work like that
so we wish
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
you burned the cage,
and the ashes are around you.
you have broken up with God,
and, now, you have no support in the Universe.
you eat blackberries from the bush,
and you will have a stomach problem.
the one who tastes dirt,
will be *****
the flames of fire tend to burn
the women to ashes, too.
and their will be no lip prints
on the ashes of the burned.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Her thoughts keep on running inside her head. She don't really know what to do but keep on having those thoughts.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Wake up!
Wake up!!
What?
I have a hole!
What?
Come see!
What?
**Come and look!**
Sure...
...What is this?
This is my hole.
It's a notebook!
It's a stack of notebooks!
How is that a hole?
It's my rabbit hole!
Your what?
**My rabbit hole!
I jump through it, you see
And anyhing can happen
I can walk on the moon!
Or breathe underwater.
Or anything!
Do you like my rabbit hole?
What an incredible universe
That we could live in
If you could only see.**
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Whose got the answers?
Rise oh rise!
Whose got the answers now?
Whose criticizing?
Oh rise, oh rise?
Whose criticizing now?
Who thinks they know,
and who knows they think?
Trumping their thoughts,
onto me?
Who knows what's right,
and who knows what's wrong?
Who has the answers to fix everyone?
Tell me, oh tell me,
I just have to know,
whose got the answers now?
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC