"ction" poems
Jane was given a year to live
Febricity, nausea and cancer would assist her through that year
Marching headfirst into this battle
Apropos of nothing, she packed up and left
Maybe she broke down, maybe she got up
Junction of her heart and mind, she was preparing to die whilst simultaneously starting to live
Julian Alps, Tianzi Mountains, Santorini, Petra, Machu Picchu, she saw them all
Augmented her mind
Separated her ignorance
October fell and she was hospitalized, the hospital was now her personal party with constant visitors
Novice to cancer no more, now she was the leader
Decease couldn’t stop her, she was alive
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Hip
ster Dance
Your Hipst
er
Dance.
Sway ever so
slight
ly To the
Dysfun ction
al
Rhythm
Lost In Some Sole
mn
trance Cue The
Solo & a slight
nod of the
h e a d
let them know
that your
hav ing
a goo
d time
hip ster,
hipster
you amaze me
in your
mis an thropic
stillness
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
.
It can
be observed
that men use var
ious methods in
pursuing their o
wn personal obj
e ctives, t h at is
glory and r iches
One man proceed
s with circums pe
ction, another Im
petu ousity ; o n e
uses violence, a n
other stratagem ;
one man goes a b
out things patient
ly , another d o es
the opposite ; and yet every
one , for all this diversity of method
, can reach his ob jective . It can a ls o
be observed that the two circumspect
men, one willach ieve his end, the
o t h e r n o t.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
p o p !
goes the
eyes of
a
goddess
when in
her hand
laid the
mirror.
no such
reflection
she had
looked at,
like a still
before her
—
where is
the pearl
complex-
ion she'd
smooth-
ened out
f o r
herself ?
where is
the eyes
she had
s e e n
herself th
rough for
the past
century ?
"what is
t h i s
malfun-
ction ? "
s h e
asked.
"it is the
i m a g e
of souls,
d e a r
goddess.
it shows
n o n e
but the
t r u t h,"
said the
y o u n g
daedalus.
the dear
goddess
laughed.
a mere
m o r t a l,
pondered
the immo-
rtal, who
d a r e s
tell me
who i am ?
she took an
other look
at her own
i m a g e
—
the too pale
skin and it's
monotonous
effect on her
bland face
—
and then,
she smashed
the imagery
of her own
s l.
o u
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
MAL...FUN...CTION!
Her voice was all italics.
Her worlds in bold
and in BLOCK CAPITALS.
"Shhhhhhhh!" I said
in lower case.
"Shhhhhhhh!" I said agian
reducing my voice to a size 9 font.
"You say you saw a head..."
I said
"...sticking out of
a brick wall!"
She just nodded her head.
Too scared of words.
And - sure enough
( God bless her little cotton socks )
there was a head
sticking out of a brick wall.
"Well..!" I said "...well!"
to steady my nerve.
I thought at first
it was only a ghost
a trainee ghost
not sure as yet
of the mechanics of the process
of passing through brick walls.
But the explication was
not as commonplace as all that.
"hElP mE. . .hElP mE!"
the head said
in a Capt. Kirik-ish
kind of way.
For yea - it was he.
I thought now was
a bad time
to ask for his autograph.
"Tele..." the head said.
"Yes, yes old chap?"
I said.
"...porter!" the head said.
"Ahh you see..." I said to her.
"There's always a logical explanation
...the teleporter broke down
just as he was being beamed down
through this here
brick wall>"
"Oh...is that all?"
she said
finding her voice again
and not too shy to use it.
And so we continued along
down to the local Bingo Hall.
Never was one
for all that
Star Trek stuff.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC