#viewpoint
Snapshots in Time
Minds Eye
View to another World
Let the voice be Heard
Seeking Connection
No one expects it
Truths and Lies
Try to decide
So small am I
Universe so Wide
So small am I
Hidden Inside
Snapshots in Time
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 4:11 AM UTC
1.
diversion from life
sit in a darkened room
watch the movie
like you view your own dreams
maturing into the night
2.
go outside and watch reality with mistrust
meaning seems the daylight
tinkers with us all
our experiences differ in manner
we're individual as ingestors
3.
be invested in by fictional materials
with the same manner
you are viewed by your dreams at night
experiences of your 'day life'
turned in like reports
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
We could bathe
In physical truth
Perhaps we do
Neat or distilled
Drip fed
Like water
In its any forms
Placeless on periodic table
Truth softened
In our fragility
Hardened
By others resilience
Worn by the face of a manikin
At peace within the world
If that’s what you wish it to be
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
a stop is called
a cold drop to death
and clothe my eyes squint tight
then clear the screen beam into another variant
a ********** (with a new approach)
broaching language
( the previous dud
would never have dared ! )
caring less with vicious rapping
reinvent the day from the perspective
of a new gimmy villain
**** to the experience and bite barking
take two you intolerable people
you intolerable world
the intolerable harking
of the intolerable day
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
Flashes of the man I once was, often come and go.
Unable to hang on to him, because of things I know.
Father, Brother, son and friend, is what I thought I'd be.
But we are all much more than that, I hope you soon will see.
The perceptions I've been granted, have shown me who I am.
The changes that this brought to me, has put me in a jam.
Now in between perceptions, is how I have to live.
Not able to stay in just one, the others will not give.
The reason that it's me this time, was never left to chance.
All these new perceptions work to strengthen up my stance.
Everything's connected by this wave that runs through all.
So open up your heart and feel God's love has come to call.
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 6:25 PM UTC
my soughing mind
turns life toilsome
summer's charms become an endurance
Jun 24, 2024
Jun 24, 2024 at 9:59 AM UTC
stuffed with importance
my five year old is trailed home
by the full moon
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 9:09 PM UTC
Roll right to zero, give your tanks a stir
Fixed star to fixed star, running counter clockwise to stability
Beckoned and bewildered: first move, second chance
This incandescent satellite, so large and bright in the window
Like pieces of refracted light, infinite bulbs turning on
Empyrean, enveloped in moonshine, rendering them fit to recognize God
And should destiny be lunar luminosity and agile reason (or a seller of love)
I'll take to orbit and go for burn, peering through a mental kaleidoscope
To see the altered anima of my thoughts free from the pull of gravity
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Challenge Thomas Case
from a historical figure's viewpoint.
(Pay no attention to the little man behind the curtains)
All my great inventions
An Emerald City of true paradise
An eye in the sky that watches all...
At the labor of the Munchkins
The city thrives on and on
The four winds carry my famous name
The great and most powerful OZ!
There was ones a great disturbance
A march upon my precious city
The yellow brick road of evil
The Witches of all directions raised
Dorothy and her posy had arrived
Why can't they understand
I protect this kingdom
From the dangers of the outsiders
And the opinions of those unwelcome here in Oz!
But then it happened
Nothing would ever be the same
The Munchkins revolted
Red ruby glass slippers some witch made
Would over power my dictatorship
The Munchkins now ruling their selves
In league with some race of monkey elves
Left me no choice
So I returned to Kansas
Just behind Dorothy and her confounded little dog Toto
I joined the mighty Canaveral for a short spell
Still there and everywhere
Again and again evil dwelt among men
So beware
Until this day I still fight for the small people
..........................................................................
W. Oz
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
navigating yourself along the corridor of decisions
realizing and executing are not the same behavior
viewpoints from the passageway have to be rearranged
choose wisely and make it a meaningful decision
Brian Hill - 2020 # 47
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
Green yellow red
Are the color of my pills
Pass go I collect them all
The road rages in my head
There's a special place
In my heart for guns:
Left ventricle
Where the bullet lodged
I had a hard time
Seeing other people's
Point of view
So I started collecting opinions
Now I can't make up my mind
I like to go places
It's people I avoid
I travel mostly abroad
But can't recall her name
Half the time
A good driving record
Is worth zilch these days
But group *** might
Lower my premiums
Dogs are man's best friend
Yet they lick themselves
Men are better drivers than women
Yet they trick themselves
Too much time spent in cars
And not enough
In the one they love
There's an old saying
I can't remember
And it goes something
Like this:
Wipe the dust from your feet
Before you come inside
It keeps the house in order
Especially should it get
Sold out from under you
Most of us are but one paycheck
Away from being homeless
Man is the most dangerous animal
Dwelling in the cage of his vehicle
I used to work on Wall Street
Most days now I just pray
Don't worry
Everything equals out in the end
Except life
I'm always so sure
What lies beyond the next bend
Will finally be to my advantage
How could it be though
When my creditors
Own the road?
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
We live in a world which requires tragedy for us to appreciate unity
Changes socially forcing conformity
Murderers gain popularity for acts of brutality
its sad to see the world lack empathy
while great people face scrutiny for caring about humanity
we live in a world that reads less books and more eulogies
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Written poetry on ***** walls
Cleaned by tears of critics views
who choose to destroy your existence
by breaking down your words
stealing your flow while sleeping with your metaphors
destroying your credibility
while attempting to darken your ability
hungry ego's seeking compliments
starve when you pay them no attention
causing tension due to starvation
power is never in the eyes of the writer
it lives in the imagination of the readers
perception filled minds clouded by emotions
thirsting for your reaction, while choking on your analogies
hungry egos must be fed or else.....
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
I am a sculptor.
An artist.
My masterpiece? Myself.
Every curve, layer of paint,
Every shadow or exposed face,
All cultivated. Planned.
Incorporating all I know
And that which I do not know
Yet.
But you have only a picture.
A photo.
An image from just one angle.
And all that you recognise is
A flat
Two dimensional
Processed scrap of film.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
life is an attitude choice
problems can nag
and take up much space
but when i look
down at me from a height,
or up at the stars at night
i am reminded
that I am nothing ...
... nothing but
what i give to others
during my brief twinkle
on this planet blue
and so ...
i am listening to you
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
I've got my head in the clouds
How is that a bad thing?
My thoughts are so far from the ground
And maybe they'll touch my dreams
I could stare at the sky
Put neon graffiti on the lazy moon
I could put a symphony with a sunrise
And I still don't think that'd be as beautiful as waaah I'm rambling over a truth
Maybe my hair could be nested in by eagles
Or my tears could fill up clouds for rain
Or all of this could come crashing down because I'm over eager
And I'll end up tasting the sandpapery wine of pain
So maybe having my head in the clouds,
Isn't exactly a prefect thing
But if it's where I belong
Then I'll next a new set of wings
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
I thought I could handle life
But before very long
My entire world flipped around
And I'm losing "right" and "wrong"
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
i see
eyelashes
that you
can't.
they lurk
in the corners
of my sleep
deprived eyes.
fuzzy blurs
that struggle to
pull my swollen
eyelids down.
they frame
the entire
periphery of
my world.
sometimes i pull
them out because
they won't stop
dragging me down.
i don't know
if your
eyelashes
look like mine.
but i have always
imagined
that we're
all the same.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
I AM A WOMAN PROUD AND STRONG
MY HAIR IS BLACK AND LONG
WHY DO SOME PEOPLE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY SKIN
LIKE IT IS A BAD CURSE OR A HORRENDOUS SIN
IT IS AN INSULT TO ME
WHILE I AM LABELED TO BE
THE ONLY THING BLACK IS MY HAIR AMONG OTHERS
SO WHAT IS THE DEAL MY DARK BROWN SKINNED BROTHERS
WHY DO YOU YELL PROUDLY
GET CRUNK AND SCREAM LOUDLY
STOP RISING IN ANGER, BUT END UP PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER
WHILE OTHER ETHNICITIES SOMETIMES TREAT US LIKE STRANGERS
SOME RACES DO NOT WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE
SOME DARK BROWN PEOPLE WORK HARD AND GO TO COLLEGE
I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF BLACK AND THAT IS MY FACT
BUT WE ARE CALLED THAT BECAUSE OF HOW WE ACT
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
I watched you live,
I watched you die.
I watched you laugh,
And I watched you cry.
Every winning moment,
Or whenever you fell.
I watched you silently,
I watched you dwell.
Learning to walk,
Again and again.
A new experience,
With every new step .
There were times,
When you lost yourself.
I watched you regain
That belief underneath.
I watched you rise,
To the extreme horizons.
I watched you stumble,
On calmest of roads.
You'll fly some day,
To the skies unknown.
I just wish I'm a thing,
You'd like to own.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
They yearned for a life of ease and peace.
But the foundation crumbled under the weight of their dreams.
Their hearts believed what their minds enjoyed, so their beautiful addiction filled their void.
Yet Only the child eats and sleeps, without gratitude towards the one who feeds.
Unknowingly following their path foretold, while their incessant fears restricted their growth.
Living in each movement, as though it's the last, with their tainted moral compass and skewed looking glass.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
*Run.
Faster!
They're catching up,
They're almost here.*
Crashing through the woods--
You can hear their spies
Buzzing through the trees,
Right beside you,
Keeping up easily with your dragging.
You feel too tired to keep up with
The fast pace.
*Pick up your feet.
They're on your tail!
Get up.
Run!*
The spies--
Some darken the sky,
Now a hazy gray,
Their black wings overtake the slower pace.
You can hear their gleeful laughs and cries.
*Don't give in.
FIGHT!
Run.*
You feel your feet uselessly pulling,
They refuse to go on.
They need to!
You let yourself fail,
You can feel yourself fall from exhaustion.
The exertion was not enough.
Crash--
Fall--
Down.
There's no one here--
No one but the enemy.
*No one will save you.
You didn't run fast enough.*
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
I hope you never see me the way I see myself;
And yet I need you to.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC