"foreclosing" poems
The Buddha slept under the night sky on His back
eyes open; fearless love looked up. humbling the majesty
of the Void's gift.
eyes fixed... both peerless.
first among equals.
but transcendent.
The Buddha,
wearing grass-stained robes
chose a blank spot
for a blank stare
" Nowhere Girls are EveryWHERE "
He thought, astonished.
a moment after
where once He stood
there Was No
spoon.
[ PART ii ] NOT THE KOAN BUT THE KOAN THAT YOU GOT
on the X-ray zen splints were clearly spidered webs in ghost bone... how should I feel that my sensei saw the X-ray first?
life is where the answer to this question is a real thing draped in ominous clarity like a town fool, the beggar foreclosing
on your house of cards, the winged swine and some guy named Patrick having a smoke in your face; the mailman, who
always looks so serious about your trivia in a blue hat... who always trips over your precious dying very potted plants!
yes, all that, or maybe not. saute some fresh green kale in olive oil with fresh garlic
[ give it to me ] and i'll tell you that was very thoughtful, and right then;
it would also be
true.
for a minute there... you and i were typing you reading this part.
these are the diamonds.
my exposure to the radiation is everlasting in the middle of it's brief long duration
my ghost bones wear new flesh like iPod headphones, don't hate the player
[ better yet ]
make a macaroni necklace. go wild. be reckless.
it'll cost you an ounce of real kimchi
from the motherland
with the ugly
sister.
i wouldn't put it pass you. cause that would be clairvoyance, and you already know!
a loose tooth entrenched in candy apple can't taste your stupidity but has bad dreams!
some people will always look at you the wrong way and appreciate
how you sat perfectly still for hours; you only took a break to suggest
a better room with southern exposure to eastern thought.
when you threw in a Tripod, they knew you were somekinda somethin'.
and they knew it all along
but juuust wasn't
sure.
and kumquats are quantumly eaten.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
They’re foreclosing on our homes left and right
Violent gangs roam the streets to find a fight
On the corner scumbags sell the young *******
That’s the bitter news the tabloids will proclaim
But some people volunteer at nursing homes
Some give to charity their whole life long
Some others give asylum for the homeless in the rain
But that’s not headline news as the media plays the game
I believe in tomorrow thru it all
God makes a lot more sunbeams
Than he makes raindrops fall
At Golgatha Hill He showed a love
No darkness can undo
He's always justified my faith
And believing like I do
So don’t give up when tabloids show the worst
Or when cable likes to find some hell on earth
For God’s a God of endless love; His rainbows stop the rain
And He would never make a world in vain
CHORUS
Bridge:
The tide comes in, the tide goes out
But goodness will prevail
Just follow in His footsteps
And you'll be right on the trail
CHORUS
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 8:37 AM UTC
A Game of superior gametes,
My 46ers in the race to conceive
A business/economic Theory of Warfare
To guarantee/certify myn own survival
For my 23ers --> The Olympic Swimmers!
If the potentiality of Life in the Multi-verse
Is obviously a sure thing,
Then it's Intelligent Life-forms
That are the abnormally; an abomination
To an empty Entity interested only in
Inflicting pain and suffering and misery to the Masses;
Perhaps justifiably, perhaps not...who cares?
It's not Nature's way --> She is indifferent,
But not unaware of One species
Destroying essential habitat for no lasting reward.
She is here now - be careful! We need
To re:think our primary endeavours;
Let's try to ameliorate the damage;
Conserve what little's left whilst
Not foreclosing the whole kit and caboodle:
Sustainable resourcing without guilt.
A Quadruple bottom line, with a different foci -->
People and Environment over Time and Wherewithal.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Jammin’ with Mammon.
Hyped to the max.
Finding those loopholes
Paying no tax.
Slammin’ for Mammon.
Foreclosing on life.
You died too soon?
We’ll tax your wife.
Jammin’ with Mammon
The world by the tail.
Lie cheat and swindle
Don’t worry about bail.
Swimmin' like salmon
Against the stream.
Dealing from the bottom;
Living the dream.
Slammin’ for Mammon;
Trample the rest.
Get first and last from
The community chest.
No famine for Mammon;
Let the poor starve.
**** the fatted calf and
Get ready to carve.
Jammin’ with Mammon
As good as it gets.
No room for conscience
Or squishy regrets.
Slammin’ for Mammon
Means money is king.
Don’t count the victims,
Just get the brass ring.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
You know the economy is bad
When they begin foreclosing
On tree houses & sand castles
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
We live a bugs life
Roaches, Dime A dozen
Roley Polys, Belly up scared frozen
Ants, At the hill top
Fighting from their desktop
Taxing every cot
Hundreds from the working bee
Foreclosing hives off every tree
Wives on their knees begging please
Left homeless in stress
Only their babies to caress
*We live a bugs life
Ready to be seized*
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
The dragons of Eden
Are forking their tongues
Along the silver edge of acetone rain,
Foreclosing yesterday’s shop-fronts
In favour of a clean white page.
They smoke in tailored suits,
Blackening their lungs
And toasting freedom with afternoon champagne.
They took man to the moon, they say,
And gave light to the modern age.
They tweak offshore accounts
With battery farms
Of the hardly living, and hardly human.
Forfeiting progress for profit,
They scandalise the streets in debt.
The dragons of Eden
Are flexing their arms,
They’re setting their minds from union, to fusion.
They’re alighting our memories,
But it is our choice to forget.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
entered alone
the empty room
a tree
in a vibrant autumnal
gold
flooding the window
a morning mist
foreclosing the valley
and there
suspended
that golden
radiant tree
a baroque shrine
lit for love psalms
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
as them massed letter of yours gather
oh how much i wish they were like before not filled with a hateful lather
the removing of your reminders from the grey wall
brings that freedom to perform acts with release my crimson as if part of winter fall
this self loathing pain in my bleak chamber of dark regret
i know im losing your love as if it was a bet
all because i suffer alone in the bleeding rain
while you have loyal friends who make you feel no pain
yet my dark thoughts turn to the ending play
foreclosing all like a short miserable winters day
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Silence conform
be of Who You Are nothing more that is what Society is teaching us this is what we are adapting to we overestimate all our sayings in the power of which we believe you'll make us evolve foreclosing off options if no one will see the enemy that we are fighting is nothing besides us slowly destroying isn't only the animals but the ones who try to tell the story
silence conform be from what we are our information what we are Will Tell Us Where to Go silence conform you know what we are follow the words of which that came before
silence conform follow the same rules while Society deems everything unnecessary
silence and Conformity will **** us all if no one ever can see past that barrier passed the fog of which is societal standards if no one can think outside the box there will be no box just the silence and Conformity of utopian society which isn't peaceful at all just closed off from the world.
silence and conform the
two deadliest swords
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
the thrill and guilt
of transgression
unhinges my very being.
a foreclosing law is laid down
on the fierce skin of justice.
duty and danger calls.
and should the heavens truly fall,
if i'm caught, or probably even if not:
it will be an even greater struggle than ever before, living myself,
but that's not all, at the very least, that's not all.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
like the house
upon a dune,
dawning in the arms
of a salty sea windy,
a hoarsy rust
foreclosing the ways
inside, a home of
a hoarder, yet
a would-be-minimalist,
kind of a patine,
riddling scratches
of drifters.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Desperate magicians
pulling symbols out of thin air,
pretending they have weight.
We glue stories to
death,
joy,
love,
hate,
and call it meaning,
but at the core it’s hollow,
a forced construct to keep our heads from snapping off
or caving in
during the reality of unfathomable chaos.
Religion is condensed hate masquerading as caring.
We don't care about anyone but our children or our parents.
Not actually, not systemically, not practically.
It’s brutal
and seems freeing at the same time:
If , nothing HAS to mean anything.
yet we obsessively insist that it does.
We carve sense out of
nonsense,
hope out of
despair,
and call it life
or living.
If we the people took the power away
from those we abdicated it to
what would really happen ?
Freedom ?
No....
it's our recursive nature
to hurt
to enslave
to horde
to lust
to desire to be better.
Better than what?
Look at the deer, the birds , the bears, the fish
you see them punching the clock ? Or foreclosing on Gramma ?
Handing over our
agency
to a system
designed so that thoughts and feelings are as meaningless as circumstance .
Greed engineered to fail the whole. but benefit those making the rules. We chose to blind ourselves and worse yet our children.
Rules are an an attempt to control the future based on the mistakes of the past.
You and your voice means nothing
never has,
never will .
The normalization of brainwashing
and the idea that asking a question is wrong,
thanks Jesus.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC