#vacancy
Let me try to make sense of the effectual fervency requirement.
Availing much, eh, what is avail, to me, valient effort expense, perhaps.
Available. Too much, eh.
A valorous effort, charging a kind of
weform mindform spirit shape we
attending with half a brain, to A.
Huxley, speaking from 1960 or so,
What a piece of work man is.
Very large numbers is subject
to average approximation
means, all means
in rational balance and spinning energy
allocations, as means
to attract idle words, non compete,
old karma dharma levels too deep
to imagine twice the same.
Fortune tellers or insurance companies,
confidence business
Framing referents,
insuring we get the point, as readers
Force fed referential self evidence
from a printed grapho
hos grapho grapho grafitti, evidence
from Kilroy, the idea/
EASTER. {Passover} Prelude
to Maydays, Kings are dead, long
live the king, the thing, the idea, eh, boss
of me,
in me, he, is risen.
He is risen, indeed, the enchantment,
seen as we assume a shape,
some spider's abandoned kite,
we ride as a lash mite may, animated,
we, as not me, nor thee, but we,
working wonder
for a living, offering confident upright reasons,
for the prelogos nous level conscience, knowns
at the liver level,
knowns
at rhenaladrenal level, gut conscience, upright, I, inside,
rationally balanced dancing levels,
we, as not us, but what we form,
whenever, we become a mind
of our own, a mobmind, Zeitgeist, any two or more,
wonders what ifed into 2025 access to information interesting
enough,
to leave room
for rest,
in proof, pure
peace, enough,
to ponder liquid metaphoric
reflective contemplative gearing is called for, mechanically,
-moments ABSing preventative slow
to bring seconds worth of concentration,
to the scale, fluxuation vibratory humming,
in balance, my rationed willpower used to make believe,
I am chosing words at random, in a familiar way, being
as one may literally be, in a book like environment, seeing
as one can imagine, being a grapho, a decree, be me, see
what a creature
on the order
of a reader familiar
with Huxley,
at Ape and Essence, experience a reader ties
to carp… old fish,
wisht once toomany times, solo hook, life sunk,
back
to the shack
by the see full
of good things
to eat,
beside a trickling stream seeping
from high
on the granite wall,
Remember, hours
of silence,
with these inner humms, Acutron
steady, even when the big guns go….
how biguns do, Acutron
steady hummin', human interest, …
how I hapt'gno, Acutron
hmmm, steady, effectual fervent waiting
to know, you know
what time it was,
in big picture 20th century mindhats known
worn, bhering evidence
to the wearer's status and caste known,
witness the projected value associated, eh, what I say
as sociated we think, ah
as such, breathe, we think, while others read, ambiguous tense,
as so situated, we think, we have being as readers ready logically,
for whatever we find fits our plainest version of our version
of the overall results of Easter, or, more importantly, today,
Christmas, the message, McLuhan, most know something
of his presentation
of his perceptions from Canadian Academian POV verily,
verily postpone --- time hold, a thought,
thinking, first time, breathe, and think what thought feels like.
Let this mind be in you, listen to yourself retell the reason, the use for,
the faith ration each ready reader has availed one's own self's access to,
letters, pen slow, brush slow, rude reed grapho in the beach, washt away,
though your sins, as you define what has beguilted thee and thine idea, I am
and curcumin -pops in- an adlib AI word, beguilingly the one this idea is, I am.
At that point, in a real weform, we sigh, as is, we all sigh, but some think sigh.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
the girls I danced with
I never wrote songs about
the girls I kissed under bursts of fireworks
I never won carnival prizes for
the girls I entered the sheets with
I never made a deeper connection
the girls who gave me their best
I never understood their motives
and I wondered where they all went and
why we parted ways like cathedral doors
and why they took the hand of other monsters and vanished into the night.
I was too naive to notice
all the red flags waving behind me
and too dense to turn around
and open my eyes.
but now I face this dry vacancy
and I see they’re
intertwined with their domestics
constricted with their marriages
taunting their husbands
commanding their boyfriends
obsessed with their photo albums
cramming belief and guidance into their children
its the same unabridged story
told over and over
and over and over
again.
I too, sit with this adverse outcome:
this one wants me to quit drinking
and that one wants me on a diet
and this one wants me to get a better job
and that one wants me to exercise more.
I’ve never been one to rest on my laurels,
but as I lay down in this bed with this one
like so many buried cold beneath the Earth,
I can’t stop thinking of those angels from my past that have flown off into other heavens.
I was never deserving
of their time nor
their presence
and I am neither
here nor
there.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC
What's gotten into me?
Well, it's spite silly
Despite a lack of a vacancy
Much needed for what's actually important to me
©2024
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
I feel something missing from me
I have this empty, icy chest cavity
Where a something should absolutely be
But for the life of me
I can't think of what the contents use to be
I can't recall what I used to see
Back in the day when I looked in the mirror,
And the mirror looked back at me
I think it was something important ultimately
But there's definitely nothing there now so how important could what was there be,
I mean really
It doesn't appear to be a necessity
Maybe it was just an option in the creation recipe
Just figured since I'm working to put myself back together,
This time completely
I'd focus on the biggest vacancy
But I guess I'll just leave it be,
At least until it starts affecting me
We'll just have to wait and see
©2024
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
I don't have enough room up there for it to be all in my head
From the heaping piles of motionless dreams strewn across the floor, looking pretty dead
To the racks on racks on racks in multiple mile high stacks of things I wish I'd not said
Can't put the issues to rest if I myself can't drum up the will to get out of bed
It's not strictly fear I feel whilst preparing for checkout, it's the overbearing weight of dread
©2024
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 7:31 PM UTC
Do you remember the sky sinking?
That fall, when we climbed up our vague tree
and watched the nights burn
softly on
Those naked arms,
and our pricking skins
You told me that
the dark seemed quite obese
I wondered how it could be
remember the dawns
that lingered before us
and birds with jewels between their beaks
Sun like a bruise clawed its way out
We never did see— never unseeing
ever on watch, yet the clouds
grew above
and we only drew forests with our hands
yours upon mine upon
yours upon—
and down, down plunged it all
First, gold
then the glass
We jumped in weeping puddles
and forced the mud into birthing birds
Then came
the silvers
and with them, those malnourished winds
Do you remember
the smoke that descended down the cliffs?
That winter, we melted
with our pink flames
and slept away those snarling wolves
Beneath forts built of woollen quilts
our limbs tangled, tangled
with our tales
You told me the dark
seemed quite obese
I nodded like
a broken, puppet horse
then—
Dust gushed out the vessels of air
and cars coughed
And down, down
came it all
Dawns befriended our solitary dusks
and moons sped up their dance
I ran my fingers down
the green of your strands
You introduced a ladybug to my skin
down, down tumbled nothing
First the browns
then the blues
We buried our barren feet in sticky sands
and you told me
It hurt
where, I asked
here.
and there were you kissed
And blues fell upon blues
’til cold, shivering, stumbled away
And our tree was a painting
on the lips of a stream
Restless, it lurked out our reach
and the sky
swelled and swelled
till a heavy haze came plummeting hither
And above us was left nothing but—
It hurts, you said
I asked you where
here
here
here—
the blues embraced the lonely of our land
and kissed it all over
all over
Huts, playgrounds, markets—
Wells, trenches, hills and hills
children, the rest
and voiceless shrubs
All devoured.
Do you remember the bleak stars
as they struggled to flutter
in the smothering vacancy
Then the summer smiled
and stole our dying skies, and
all the quiet broke loose
in our bleached towns
We in a moor sprayed with stillness
treaded through
the misty of our eyes
feet upon cinders jagged
where does it hurt, I asked
nowhere
nowhere, nowhere—
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
Could I have seen them,
I’d tell you
in words—tunes—or hues.
but there’s more an eye can do
an eye can want.
cobblestones—
wooden benches
Skeleton trees, and pretty profiles
Sometimes, crimson skies
or crimson dirts— liquids even.
—she touches all she wants
she wants all—
glimmering,
teasing, deceiving—
Black boots on cement old
—yellowed pages sewed together.
she wants all.
an eye can breathe.
And that was where they came
in caravans.
—inhale
perhaps snow-covered grass
Or cracked desks
Perhaps trees laden with beings or
just—nothing.
Could I have heard them,
I’d tell you
in clinking bangles— carved ice— or weeping flutes
Could I have—
—could I.
they walked in— nay
flew. Nay, swam.
nay—
Could I have fathomed—
Carried torches, I think.
they marched deep into my caverns
—carried mirrors they.
what of the paw-prints engraved in mud
Crumpled letters
lying naked in puddles— nay.
my caverns bore silk smoke over velvet nights.
dark—
and dreary and dying
and dead—
but they marched still
And their torches hissed.
Sapphire boots on sooty rugs—
They marched.
They sang—nay.
painted— nay, moulded a
world out of cinders—
Nay.
Could I have touched, I'd know—
on every turn and every crease
They placed a mirror pure
as an infant’s tear
—or maybe a sharpened gem
who would dare to know—
In every dungeon and every hall
Their stares flickered like neon serpents
—nay.
Sun-licked butterflies, nay.
halos above mountains chaste—nay—
Could I have felt—
But one
—exhale
and they were no more.
Went into the rain perhaps,
or past moonlight
maybe in pine trees under the sea
Could I have tracked them down—
but there’s more an eye can do
An eye can want.
light—
Between the dawn,
between the darts
Children in smiling yards
light—
inside coal,
Inside a broken sword—
She touches all she wants
—she wants all.
and a ray falls on the mirror
and the mirror tosses it to the next
and next, to the next—
Sun knits a web inside me.
beams and glitter—
Like a child’s song
or a kitten’s roar
—a war cry
Could I laugh like a spear
or mould the starlight into words
I’d tell you—
but the rays marched on
into me
swift like kites
warm like— like iron.
nay—a mother’s hug
Nay,
beating drums
—or an armour’s clatter, nay.
Could I have known—
But there’s life in piercing screams
—And I was burning
But is it not a privilege
to watch the world wither
from the very roots of the flames?
to be their very mother—
when your wings melt
and towards the ground you
wilt
but you’re flying still—
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
This is not just
A career opportunity
It's an eternal call for
The background visual poetry
Model (Spirit)
Who will stay eternal
No less than the oldest star
No less than the solo sun
It's not about the pretty face
Or the latitude
And longitude of the body
We're concerned about
It's not about the education height
We have nothing to do with
It's not about your background
Where you are from
It's about the vibration
Grace and inspiration
It's about the energy
And the balance
It's more about
Your inner self
Everything who is you
All it takes is to sense the air
Go with the flow
Keep the mind at rest
Lost in time
Don't ever stop
Be inevitable
Wherever
Whenever
With each passing day
The rightful spirit
Drop your CV
Vibe with us
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Love: “and I know not if I sink or swim”
Love:
here’s how I see it;
everybody should have the
ability to walk around with
two sign optionality:
1. No vacancy
2. Open: (all rooms have A/C & cable)
never be disappointed; you know what you’re getting up front
and for an extra fee
3. credit cards Not Accepted
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
_there’s_
_something_
_comforting_
_about_
_the_
_vacancy_
_in_
_my_
_heart_
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
[Can you hire me?]
Yes
If you are sensitive
And willing
I will
You need to count
The stars
After sunset
Everyday
Think about it
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
I’ve been gone a long time
Wasting the sunlight
As it glowed on me
I’ve been losing track
Of the path
That the moon herself delivered to me
I’ve been slack in seeing the way
Not everything can turn around
I forgot to love
At the speed of sound
Now I love the way you’re there for me
The way you’ll always remember me
The way you touch my dreams every night
You lead me out
And I win the fight
Now I know it’s not just you
It is you
To you
My home
I return to you
I will return
Please don’t wait around
Just listen for that sweet sound
Just play me that sweet come home music
That makes my heart and soul
Step in time
There’s nothing keeping me from coming
Home now
Just to see your face is all I need
To survive
You’re all I need
You’re all I need
You’re all I need to survive
On this pathway you’re the light
That shines in every daily plight
Remember that I’m only a traveler
When you call I crave to hear you
I can see you
Though the lights dim
I won’t forget where I’ve been
Or how I’ve been
All I need is this sweet return home music
Found inside of you
I just want to live that love song
Play it loud as I press through this throng
I’ve heard it all my life all along
It lights my way
Shows me right and wrong
And I see you
All of you
Inside
Waiting to welcome me home
Sweet, sweet come home music
Makes my soul
Feel strong and whole
Singing and dancing
Long past the woe
In this house
There is room for one more
I love you all
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
Breathe
In
Out
Again
You’re safe
You’re warm
You’re home again
You’re safe and sound
You’re still around
Your soul is found
Bent low on the ground
Your face became shroud
But the water
Her water
His water
Their water
It loved you
It cleaned you
It sailed you home
The clearest water you’ve ever seen
The perfect temperature so keen
Your thirst is gone
The familiar man in the distance
Clad in Red
You’ve escaped his vengeance
His game is dead
Dead by the wondrous sword
You stare at him
He stares back so glim
Then he bows
Accepting your win
Then he’s gone
Gone forever
Happy endeavors
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
I said I’d return
Some time ago
Anticipating it was true
But broken matter surrounded me
Now it’s tantalizing heartbreak
Followed by whispers in the night
It’s like I lied
And I stole from you
Now I’m lost
I’m sorry I’m such a lost cause
I’m sorry I made you tremble
But the tantalizing heartbreak told me
That I forgot you tonight
Please stay so near
I’m crying and weeping inside
Don’t placate my fears
Nothing matters
Can’t you see
I don’t care
Tantalizing heartbreak
Teaching me whispers and lies
I did lie
And I stole from you
I’m so lost
I’m sorry I’m such a lost cause
I’m sorry I made you tremble
But the tantalizing heartbreak told me
I forgot you tonight
You’re not safe here
You’re crying and weeping inside
I placated your fears
Everything matters to me
Can’t you see
I still care
The tantalizing heartbreak
Lied
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Blank
Dark
Path
Silence
Where am I?
What is this box?
It’s black
Black as pitch
Yet with a mounting sense of dread
I can tell its true color is red
Red like Him
Help me
Somebody help me
Please
Yesterday you took the morsel not for you
Only now do you see your mistake
Underneath lies years to recall your fears
Blank
Dark
Path
Can I be forgiven?
When by sin I am smitten?
The Red Man
On his Red Throne
Laughs and scoffs
Taking no pity for me in this box
Listen close, my son, and know
Indeed there is one true way home
Take the sins left in your wake
Take the faults you try to forsake
Lift them high above your head
Enable your soul to no longer be dead
Blank
Dark
What’s that sound?
The box is closing in
The Red Man’s wicked grin
Frightens me to know
This box is mine and mine alone
Flee this place and never look back
Only a deep few have realized their lack
On this my voice you’ll be free of this place
Learn your lesson or stay in Red Space
Blank
The Red Man’s vile smile
His face inches above mine
In this box
I can’t move
I can’t cry
But I do
Silence
The silence is broken
By my woeful wails
Forgive me, my family
I deserve this Red Jail
Path
I can see it
The path’s been made clear
The Red Man has lost
I’ve beat him this year
Dark
The box shines
The Red throne turns to glass
The darkness is gone
The Red Man is last
Blank
Blank
Blink…
… I’m free
The box is no more
The Red Man unseen
On this luminous path
I travel along
There’s room for me now
So I travel in song
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
I AM the river that roars
And razes lost souls
I am hard
Cold as arctic ice
Yet free running liquid
I will teach you
To live for yourself is free
Others need not impede
I AM the sound that rings and screams
And sears your ears
But your screams are silenced
By my vicious jeers
I will teach you
Live with fruitful abandon
Bury those who disgagree
I am the darkest most vile maw
My breath fresh
My teeth unseen
I will teach you
I will disappoint you
And then, I'll smile
I know your soul
Worst and best
I am vengeance
Stray, and you're next
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Ding ****
I’m home!
Let me in!
Out here, it’s cold as sin.
I’ve missed all of you.
Hello?
I see you...
You can’t hide through!
Ding ****
Ding ****
It’s cold out here...
Clouds come from my mouth.
I’m sorry I’ve been away.
I’ve been gone
So long...
But I’m back now!
Ding ****
Ding ****
Ding ****
This isn’t funny anymore!
This game has quickly turned to bore!
This is my home for
goodness sake!
I see you all in there!
Why can’t you...
Can’t you...
You can’t.
You can’t see me.
You can’t hear me.
You forgot me.
I’ve been gone
So long...
But I’m back now!
I’ll help you remember me!
We’ll be reunited family!
Ding ****
Ding ****
Ding ****
Ding ****
Wait…
Oh no…
It’s him!
He’s found me again!
Behind the rock!
Behind the tree!
The Red Man still follows me!
He’s staring at me!
You can’t let him take me!
I lament for all the wrongs
I’ve wrought.
I repent for the false treasures
I’ve sought.
I’ve been gone
So long...
But I’m back now!
Let me in!
Save me from HIM!
DING ****
DING ****
DING ****
DING ****
DING ****
This house is so pristine.
So perfect clean white.
And I the lone smudge as the first
Sign of blight.
But if you’d open the door...
Just open the door.
Save me before he comes!
I can be clean!
I’ve been gone
Too long...
Oh no he’s coming!
And I can’t keep running,
Running from red.
Don’t leave me to waste.
Please open,
Make haste!
DING ****
DING ****
DING ****
DING ****
DING ****
DING ****
DING –
…
..
.
gone
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
I was alone all my life
For a brief moment I thought I wasn't...
But that disappeared swiftly
And hit me harder than anything before...
It feels as if my soul is gone
I lost it with all my feelings...
I need to find it...
I'm slowly dying without it
But where to look?
Under the table? Behind the bed?
Maybe I need to go on journey?
Travel throughout the world
Seek something that cannot be found
Do you know how it looks like?
How it feels like?
Even I don't know how to find myself
So how can somebody help?
I'm all alone on this quest...
Will I find it or will I die trying?
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
there is flowers
all around
but no enough water
for them to grow
there is a sun
up high
but no enough sky
for it to shine
and i am dying
of thirst
and i am needing
sunlight
but all there is left
is a draught
and the constant
quarrels
between the ocean
and sand
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
If there's a human contact or touch
That's how it will go...
"I am hollow inside
I meet you on the network
I feed you some lies
I force you to swallow
I let you know - we're taking it slow
& when I get bored - I ask you to go
As if nothing happened”
Only if you try to see
It is as simple as it is
You are my temporary distraction
You can't fill in the vacancy
& your greatest flaw, oh Elliot?
It's just that you are beautiful
& I don't know - who I am anymore
"Everyone is an idiot
Everyone is so cool
My dear Elliot, what did you do?
Don't you see, they're all struggling
But they hide it better than you
My beautiful Elliot, what did you do?"
There are so many people
but who wants to talk?
When I'm confused I go on long walks to nowhere, I get lost in alleys
& when the night wraps it's starry
Blanket around me - I cease to feel
What is so beautiful that I cannot see
As if somebody stole all the stars from my eyes and
Replaced them with buttons
you & me - I cannot see
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Faces that pass along in the stuffy summer night
See right through me
Though I fight to be seen, to be noticed
Acknowledged as a living breathing entity
I walk along, waiting to be picked up for a second
Inspected for usefulness
And put down again
Expiring my helpfulness again and again
And then I see the shining ray of glory
She steps through the crowd of gray
And addresses me by name
And I lead her down winding paths of Gold and Silver
And she kisses me with her eyes
She makes love to me with her words
I feel her in every depth within me
And then she's gone
Leaving a vacancy in my soul.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
There is no vacancy inside of me;
That’s the space where my words are born.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
Oh, **** all this **** getting in the way of our happiness!
I just want to drown gloriously in your eyes like I used to.
To drink you in and be enveloped by your essence ,
to breath in the same air and kiss that kiss so openly begging to be tasted!
The chasm close enough to rue, too far to jump?
the universe conspires against us,
****
****
****
Who the hell is in charge of this ****
A fraction of a fraction off, in one calibration
and love is completely ******
Who writes this stuff?
Get a fuckng clue!
I want a new case manager,
this one is ******
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Vacancies are only temporary
Moments of emptiness where bodies rest elsewhere
Though they always buzz
In neon midnights
Next to gutters, alleys and parking lots
The distance between us
Breaks in my gut
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC