"defaults" poems
What will the news say about the girl
dark skinned and frail in your arms
removed from warmth in the dark of night
as means of debt collection?
Impact
Car wreck
Dim teeth
To dash
Retreat
Through pain
In rain
For her
protection
Steal back living, stolen property
mistakenly signed away
for the means of living, eternal
by backs reset to zero.
It's all right, honey, I'm here to save you
She'll turn white before the media
you've known since your acceptance
money hides the child in its green blades
pulled through kept grass hiding glass.
It's all right, honey, They'll keep you sleeping
Chopper
Blade cut
Touchdown
Escape
Brown face
Crying
Screaming
Breathless
Reaching
For his Blood
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 8:52 AM UTC
"You're so sweet!" "What a cutie!"
Is that the best you can do?
Those are defaults and fillers
I don't want to hear that from you
I want you to point out the things
That the general public don't see
The sides to me that surprise you
Normally masked by timidity
You get to see my lion
But still recognize my lamb
Tell me I'm so much more
Than strangers might think I am
There is a fervid spirit in me
But it's cloaked in a subtle attire
While the entire world calls me simple and sweet,
I need you to call me
A wildfire.
Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 8:34 PM UTC
Every morning at 9
She puts on the
banker's disguise
puts her poetry
in a sacred jar
next to the ashes
of
her husband
her dad
her mom.
She's a river of currents
behind the smile
darkly ******
phantasims
fly and flower
She not only carries
the keys to the vaults,
but also
the keys to wisdom
sublime
She can see right through you
when
she wants to
She can read your mind
Smilies
Metaphors
Haikus
Rap
Manifestations
of
all that makes us human,
These are the currents she rides
while
she
files
e-mails
signs
floats loans
defaults
default swaps
The whole time
she's got on
John Prine's illegal smile
She's watching secret movies
inside
she's alive.
It took many years
to learn to hide
the images
the colors
thought dreams
which flow inside -
while in meetings
behind her eyes
flows
the poetry
from herself, she cannot hide.
The commute ends
The day ends
She unscrews the sacred jar
pen to paper
the currency of poetry
resurrected
she comes alive,
All disguises
hide.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
The balcony's railing
creaks and crackles
to the tune of
an untold superstition
that no being belongs harmed
and no man ever be reprimanded.
To think of an untamed world
and to see divergence
between each
due to simplicity and disgust
reminds us of the ridiculed
defaults that we have grow into.
Show me something unusual
or bring me somewhere new-
don't continue to show me all
that I have seen a million times
in my own sorrowful world
disgust is among us
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
One is the omnipresent number of ON
Hear O Israel, the Lord our Elohim
The Lord He is one ... echad accord
He changes not and His Word
is forever settled in the heavens
Unless His switches in us are ON
we soon amount to nought
and tend to go OFF in the dark ...
just another ex equal to why times zero
Seek first the Kingdom of Yod Hei Vav Hei
while He may yet be found ...
He whose Webmaster adds digits to souls
and upgrades short-term
three score and ten defaults
on demand
to eternal lovelight expressions
in a flash
The place to start is your other half
learning to serve and be served...
learning that one accord isn't just a Honda ...
that one plus one is how sharing starts
and you and I is where caring starts
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
Curveballs can be hit,
But dodgeballs are impossible to dodge.
Comparing dodgeball to a summer’s day?
Shakespeare, try again.
Dodgeball, you are synonymous
To a hellfire confined to a perimeter
That destroys everything it touches,
Especially at summer camps.
I walk away from dodgeball alive,
But dead in self-esteem:
Always getting hit,
And any clever maneuver of mine always seems to be a violation
Of game rules.
Dodgeball, you only fuel my aggression.
When I am the only one in play,
And see beyond the half court line
Stronger, more agile and athletic demons
Ready to pelt their confidence against my hope,
My mind defaults to “bad-sport” ideas
And just wants to get the match over with,
Lose or win.
With a POW!
Or even the slightest brush of orb to skin,
I give in
And have to wait until opposing victory cheers melt
Before grudgingly submitting to a pointless rematch
That tortures me, vaccinates me with sulky feelings.
Crying over spilled milk is negotiable,
But I cannot undo the rash from the whiff of a dodgeball
By screaming “That’s so not fair!”
Instead, I force out good sportsmanship,
My eyes wincing, my throat and mind hardening
In the struggle to keep vengeance contained.
If only the interest in dodgeball would cease
And suffocate on the taste of its own humiliation.
Boy, would I ever love to burn some dodgeball rubber.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
It seems I don't know quite how to respond,
To the pain present, within and beyond,
So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,
With habitual patterns, I proceed…
Reliant on instincts and emotions,
These primal pathways take me through motions,
Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,
Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,
All because I’m unable to pacify,
My cortex, drenched in stimuli.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 10:37 PM UTC
Power went down twice today
Once was just a flicker
In fact in terms of laughter
I would call that one a snicker
The second time we lost it all
The house went cold and dark
So, I got the dogs both on a leash
And I took them to the park
Five hours passed before they came
And said "The power's back"
It was just then I started to
Have an I.T heart attack
I'm not one for computers
The phone, or tablet too
They had gone down with the internet
And I knew not what to do
Each electronic item
That resides inside this place
Defaults to needing passwords
And well, me...I'm so off base
I couldn't watch the tv
The computer screen just stared
It kept asking for a password
and I admit, I was a bit scared
I didn't phone my spouse to tell him
That I didn't have a clue
I'd wait for my young daughter
She'd know just what to do
In our house things are different
We never phone up a help line
Our kids reset the passwords
And our kids are eight and nine
They'll fix what I can't restart
They'll get me back on the tv
And the best things with this I.T team
Is that all their help is free.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Ignorance is bliss
They say
America is doomed
Financially
In just about every way
The FDIC does not have the money to cover your deposits as it has only $25 billion in its deposit insurance fund. By law, the FDIC is required to keep a balance equivalent to only 1.15% of insured deposits on hand. Yes, America, that means that less than 2% of your deposits are covered.
Others have pointed out to me that the Dodd-Frank Act (Section 716) now bans taxpayer bailouts of most speculative derivatives activities. You remember the derivatives don’t you? They were the imaginary wealth that was built upon more imaginary wealth but were guaranteed with hard assets backed by the banks. When this house of cards collapsed, it pulled the banks down and led to the series of bailouts which has devastated our economy.
Therefore, when your bank defaults, and it will, the depositors as well as the banks will turn to the FDIC for relief. The FDIC will have no choice but to draw upon its credit line in order to cover a BofA, Wells Fargo and JP Morgan derivatives bust which has been co-mingled with savings account funds. The resulting effect is that this will require a taxpayer bailout to cover the credit line.This will negate the safety from the bailouts that the public thought that they were receiving under the Dodd-Franks bill of no more bailouts.
What very few people are talking about, and as is the case with all credit lines, this money will have to be paid back. Therefore, the coming default of the FDIC, used to cover the derivatives debt, will become the excuse for another taxpayer bailout. And on and on it goes.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
An army is being made
Dead souls, crushed hopes
Our very minds they invade
They shout, they splutter, they slap red faced
Trying to suppress us
An army it is, in a way
Countless men, bereft of dreams
Nooses on our necks they belay
They glare, they sneer, they stare with disdain
Trying to suppress us
An army of the forlorn
Like switches, with two defaults
The *** of green turns them on
They follow the little antenna where plasures are born
Trying to suppress us
We think, we try, we hope
They follow, they attempt, and die
We are numbered, each death a loss
They keep coming, a stack of meat and a shield of flesh
And yet we survive
The very essence of humanity protecting our souls
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
49 years old, names Eugene.
We talk politics like a plane
doing laps over planet ours,
North Korea threatens bursts
of lightening and Irish businessman
defaults on debts to UlsterBank in
the mighty Americas. He tells
me to guess his age and to be
nice I take a medium sum of
35 (white lies). He tells me
why he looks so young at
49 and tries to sell me a healthy
soul as if he were an angel of loves-
yerself or a devil
of capitalism pecking at
exposed heels. Tells me
he used to be drawl, pizza-
faced, suicidal before
production loved a spiritual
lung. Tell me what! Tell me
WHAT!
When life gives you lemons,
hug the lemon tree. Seems
the angels have sold out and
they're nice enough.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
**We born to live
But all we do is survive**
We grow playing with dreams and hopes
In a beautiful and unknown world
But the more we grow the more we know
And that's the closest we get to dreams and hopes
The defaults of beauty shapes
We all learn like apes
But to see beyond aesthetics of guise
It takes more than a simple pair of blue eyes
There's a phony order
There's a deceiving system
All I want is a truthful disorder
All it takes is the apes to gain wisdom
**We born to live
But all we do is survive**
Some arrive for thrive
and some arrive for strive...
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
Love entitled
hate defaults
—buying back the time
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 10:39 AM UTC
You allowed me to be ambiguous
Strangely in a different way
Allowed my character defaults to fall
Impeccable with shades of grey
You filtered my thoughts into shock waves
With understanding empathy
Arrested my love with your mind
You held me in captivity
I followed through with all my heart
Step by step I played your games
Stranded forced to reassemble
Running wild through ice and flames
You watched me dance behind your hat
I heard you chuckle through your teeth
I watched your eyes beam shards of crystals
Then found your passion underneath
I'd lie in bed and watch you crumble
Stare at you and wonder why
For in a moments spell of glory
Did I see the man in inside
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
The area between clarity and
Indecision
Is where my mind always tends to stay
As it creeps into this colorless
Vision
Time melts and one night can turn into days
Grey Gray Grey
Bleeds into the fabric of my mind
Dying everything its bland yet putrid color
Ambiguous gestures
and a fleeting glance
Wrap their fingers 'round my neck
and they smother
Creativity, Life, Solitide
Noise Noise Noise
Blocking my creative release
As the muttled disposition
that my body defaults to
displays a disgruntled
shoe salesman
No one guesses at,
Knows what I go through
No one reads past the grey
Dissolution and no one
can see the clarity
In a cup of water with
stirred in dirt
The dirt keeps on swirling
and refuses to settle
To see the pearl
in the bottom of the glass
becomes impossible
The little pearl of hope
its white irradescent
luminescence
That reflects everything in
a milky white silk gaze
But no one can see it
past the grey gray muck
of muddled inquisition
of a muttered note of
agreeableness
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
Fading into oblivion,
I read, I write and I laugh;
riding off, into the sunset,
I have no need to gaff.
Protests are for the young,
in their moral indignation;
against the forces of the strong,
corrupt and deranged nation.
Fighting for equality,
marching off, for peace;
while the world defaults,
of wars that never cease.
The elements of life wear down,
in silent, unseen nights;
of too much grand illusion,
destroyed by endless fights.
Let me disappear into the realm,
where few would care to go;
content with treasured memories,
and pleased with nature's show.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
On the production line a product of the time
and a time for busy bees
with beehive hairdo's and the permanent wave
not many dreadlocks
but that's something I'll save for a rainy day
I like to play my fingers through them
and when she gets a bit naughty and the temps reached about forty
well, things go on
but that's not for on the production line
a time and a place for many things
and she brings me most
then cooks me a meal,
sometimes I feel like a king
and to her who would love me
I bring but a man
with faults and defaults she can discover at will and she will.
and still I remain like a tomato ketchup stain on her dress
She, under duress tells me later
I wait on her shift at the factory but it finishes and me I'm still here
waiting to see her.
Her life is her own and I own none of it
not a drop or a little bit and as she has so often said,
'you can get that idea right out of you head'
She is strong and I long for her
She is weak and I comfort her
but these things she does for me
I wait and see what the next instalment will be
her and me
me and her
on the production line where love isn't fair nor is meant to be
it's the economy
got to blame it on something and that seems about right
got to make light of it and that does not
what she has and she has an awful lot
is what I haven't got
and maybe never will
and that's another will I can't fight
and another something that isn't quite right.
Life goes on and we get old
and maybe we never get to hold what we wish for
maybe that's not the way
perhaps we'll always have to fight for our day in the sun
or pick up the gun and demand it or take it by force
and of course as a pacifist
I would desist from taking that step
which is one step away
from the hangman.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 8:53 AM UTC
It was as fast as the northern leaves falling
Along with the winter breeze
The window was at a high altitude
And I can smell the crispiness of the coffee bean.
It was another strange coffee break
At first, I thought the clouds hindered me
From seeing you
But they're so soft and smooth to the touch --
Touched by the very eyes of fierce look.
I saw green pastures everywhere
As if it has never experienced any famine
As if the clouds are always present
To boast out their shades
And there I knew, that we were almost there.
There were no drops that lingered on the waters
Like debris or ashes of the ones who first got their defaults
It was a loss to their existence
That they rathered ****** themselves
And there was the loss of words
As they shuttered their doors and windows.
I foresee the upcoming thought
That this iron barrier shall set me free
From any fear that arises from within
Whenever I think that I'm about to fall
But to sail was never a choice to be made
In these lateral movements that were never in shell
He that rescuing the cry,
The hunger has died
And death itself was known to its end.
I felt my feet having wrinkles from waiting
And my ears heard murmurs of tiredness of being
My mouth was shut, never devoured by any words
Nor any mischiefs
For once I thought,
I was there
But I'm ready to leave with no second thought.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
I always wanted one
Everyone always had at least one
They looked so cool, you could tell them anything
They wouldn't judge you, they would make you laugh
You could play with them, laugh with them, cry with them
I had one at one point.
I never wanted to let go, but it let go of me
So I looked for a new one
and I thought I found it, but it left me again
Then I started to notice that you didn't need one if you had many
All the cool people had a bunch, and that's all I wanted
So I tried my hardest to get as many as I can
I ended up with 3
They were all important to me
I basically surrounded everything I did to benefit them, so they wouldn't leave
They were literally my everything
Now they mean nothing, they left me too
It turns out they were all fake
I found the ones with defaults
But I wanted that genuine one that one of a kind one
The one that every little girl dreams of
But I never found one
I still see girls walking around with the only thing I ever dreamed of having
The thing I still to this day wish to have one
The thing that no matter how hard I try to make it stay it seems to leave,
A friend
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
We survived SARS through connection
We survived EBOLA through the defaults of connection.
The reason swine flu is still existent is because we hold animosity towards authority for over 19 centuries. Correct me if I am wrong.
Congratulations we created COVID-19. It's not because we are unsanitary, it's our minds and hearts that is so!
The only reason this "disease" succeeds in winning because we find hope in isolation and continuous disconnection.
How you expect any system to run fluent like fluid if we are not true to ourselves or it?
We are our own system.
I am not following a corrupt regulations anymore! My children lives depends on our longevity!
There's more than 19 million to 19 billion of us living on a life source we should NOT abuse.
They want us to live in fear.
They want you to hide behind these masks like we have most of our lives.
Why are world leaders leaving from "sudden natural causes" which never prolonged as an issue before?
I am not a sheep to media or news. I am a leader in this fight, and I believe in my ability as much as I believe in you!!!
They want to mislead you with every presidential election.
The Government Cannot **** Us All off, because they are unable to feed us.
All we have is our connection.
We cannot lose this fight.
Remember to look in mirror, fill your mind with positive affirmations and stand completely firm for all you love!
You will not fail by believing in your connections!
We were all connected for a multitude of reasons.
Apart, afar or together. Regardless.
I believe in YOU.
Get out there and win!!!
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
do you wanna take a walk on me to see what things and what things could be?
I walk on the blind side of the inside men
hide from the mob,
got a job, workshy?
passing by and seeing no reason why to stop
I carry on and I carry on my shoulders the weight
of all the World.
Seemingly dreamy I dream on quite seamlessly
but am aware of my surroundings and grounded
in the arts.
Capital in the Capital City.
In the snow and sleet down at Threadneedle Street
the old lady counts up the coins in her purse,
not sure if it's bad but it certainly gets worse.
Defaults on the mortgage repayments
tonight we will sleep on the
pavements.
do you wanna have that talk with me and hear what things and what things could be?
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Those who tried to claim me
Were unable to tame me
They stopped to blame me
Then started to maim me
Ever caught the wind, have you?
I care not for our defaults
I care not for societal norms
I wouldn't dabble in white lies
But take the bull by its horns
Did I break your rules, too?
A free soul cannot be caged so easily
They say I'm alone, but
I know there are more of me
Our love of freedom unites us
Soul siblings from green Mother Earth
They are too set in their own ways
To observe the world as I do
They desire a mirror, and me a window
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
The USA defaults! Your money ain't worth ****
This has all been planed, and YOU will take the hit
-
Thank the New World Order, every penny they will take
Peasant paupers will all die, your retirement forsake
-
You are "useless eaters", to a FEMA camp you'll go
Have your "attitude adjusted", Big Brother runs the show
-
If you want to get your head cut off, refuse to take the Mark
There's an Alter you'll be under [1]...while the world goes very dark
[1] Rev 6:9
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
I believe the world is full of people.
Good and bad.
But God loves all his children.
The good are seen as perfect
And the bad as defaults of existence,
But perfection to me is a lie that you find in children's fairytale books.
No one is perfect.
The world has become a court case,
So many unnecessary opinions,
But who are we to judge the people living among us?
Only God can judge us.
No good comes from watching evil destroy a town until only ruins of chaos are left,
But no good also comes from talking about it without changing what slowly kills mankind.
To see the change you have to be the change.
It was never about watching and supporting the bad
But it also was never about judging and viewing ourselves as saints when we are all sinners.
Who are we to measure the magnitude of sin?
Who are we to compare what we would approve as a small sin to a big sin that would deserve the death penalty?
I believe everyone has a story to share.
The bad and the good.
In the end nothing will ever separate us from the love of God because God loves all his children.
And so the world is full of people
Not good people,
Not bad people
Just people trying to be the change.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Do you know
what happens when time slips
can you tell me with your own lips
will you tell of it's frail, defaults and sail along with me
into a sea of words
for this is what make me
when time slips.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC