ring of brass

i don’t want to be effective
you can’t keep adding rules
speaking of rules
why do we unit
measure
rules for the sake of fill

problem circles measure
feet inside yards inside miles
seconds inside minutes inside hours

a perceptual miasma
a trap
molding perception to
ins
and outs
rather than stasis….

the problem is the dot dot dot
the measure

remove incremental nesting
and what do you have?

a day
a mile

parts of days
rather than lost insets of time
fractions of miles
rather than big and small
delegation
remuneration
……………unit

vision
this is where existence erred.
created perceptual polychotomies
facets
divergent understanding
good or bad?
it’s where history strayed

if 1/10th of a gallon of oil
lasted 1/52nd of a year

the lamps could compute
faster
view
less deception could happen
minds would blaze so fast
the dawn would find no room for regret

the focus is on filling up
rather than dividing

which a unit divides
that’s what it does

measurement
the last bastion of sanity
an empty tower
a stick-less drum
a clothesline without clothes pins…

repetition
the only madness is that
measurement is designed
so the effects of measurement
were wanted…

by somebody

that part frightens me
like any trap
reduction examines the bars

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to repeat myself…

author doesn’t know the difference between it’s and its?  time is an abstract concept created by man for the purpose of organizing meet or gathering.  and in another sense, for prediction.  like to decide on closeness of death.  time is a tool that man created.  we also created a bat for baseball.  but we don’t say the tree is shaped according to the bat, we say the bat is shaped liked a branch.  the origin of time is concept.  fact is that it rules many lives, due to social patterns.  but when considering the “nature ” of time, the only thing to consider is the nature of man.  clock itself was built with the exact same mechanism used to measure distance.  then man wows himself with correlative values in distance and time, which man himself created.  this article suggests that now is only what is now perceived.  but that is also incorrect.  variables exist that are not evident, and that make life the joyous bit of unpredictable flux that it is….

morning light burden

unit
i woke up disoriented
on a scene where i couldn’t find my car
it was broken
and i was coming from a
talk show taping
where had to find my earrings
in a pocket
put them on in time
was about food and getting
produce to families
but i couldn’t find the car
looking for old ones i used to own
i had to bow out
wake up with no
transition

this world
my world
now feels like a tin can
rattling and loud
the sun is risen too long
day when it should be night

i furiously do the dishes
fix coffee
and contemplate my own drive

how many thoughts are empty?
i hate this feeling
it’s like grasp is all on the surface
no wider comprehensions
no wilder comprehensions
growth of its own accord

some eyes i wish i did not know
it is to understand despair
the nuance of little forgiven
for its curiosity

so to relive sleep and reawake in mind
reverse to a different day than this
one
possession nine tenths of the law
don’t mind the mumble
where does the journey lead?
i spend a lot of time looking at whys
the format of explanation
living up to parental expectation
grew me into a bundle of questions answered
looking for greater meaning
that explore part what removes
sink holes of despair
dot many lives and i forget
most see through a different lens
most have not spent time studying
the cells of a leaf
to see that life is not repetitive perfection
how the angles create themselves
to fit the larger mold

appreciation
thanks
the application of grateful spirit
how many times to rise above
or sink below
hold breath
see hope

some things i wish into later
happening
is life a prison?
first have to define free
and free is action to observe
on self made terms
fitting your hope to the mold
pushing it to the best bounds
hollow spirit is a growth of despair
and can only point out the path
knowing their journey is long
so long there is guilt for requesting
a better view

is it learning?
wanting to gain insight
how things work
love of clockwork placement
none should be required to grow faith
on mere consequence
yet how to shape minds ready to
find the answers
rather than despair in their own circumstance?
impression of self

how do you treat yourself well?
underlying demand must be simple

strong is the least complicated churn
no arrogance
for to scorn is to forget origins
to forget other paths not taken
the soul can handle sorrow

hope for another
for the other person
regret for the other
views on the inside remain the same
in the bad places…

they are no view at all

there is little comfort returning to my safe
understandings of self and world
they hinge on not one thing
but many holding an accuser such as i….
what is triumph?  to find out
to do
so i hunt for explanations
why in perfected indolence
will sit with my coffee
and sink below sorrow….. inside
if i did not
i would not be me
and is not over me
it is guilt
that my spirit is free and so many are chained
stuck in paths
condescending? maybe
stubborn clench on imperialistic find
i hurt in wondering….. is this way better?

all i can say is i am ready to help
ready to give
ready to smile

that is my spot where i fort
…. not in the despondency of an own life
or presence
but in the point where a human being will do what they can
or what you may
the rest is no room for heroes

i hate heroes
was that ever a wrong direction
man is direct … will hope for disaster
to prove his worth

so it’s not that kind of ready
more like having the decency to empathize
imagination
can imagine despair
but being inside it is like hollow tin
like existence is only what
effects the almighty self
can’t see around that ghost
to organize choice
life within the general

mapping pattern
part of the poet to observe
progression
turn for the worse
turn for the better
goals

i have always been puzzled
stumped
with the question “what do you want? ”
technically that means “what do you lack? ”
if have wits about you,
you lack nothing

survival
freedom
respect
love….

we combine many things into our wild imperfections

image

conform or else

conformity
you know what they are going to do
what they will say
bright blond cackles

morning news loves shoving the type in your face…
conformity
so incredibly easy to trip up
all have to do is lay the traps
and wait…

and i’m seriously thinking
of not diffusing another single trap
the blond trophy wives…
the Mormon “everyone is ME”

oh it is the most sickening cloister
“Oh my Heck!”

that’s what they were saying
when i first came here almost 20 years ago…

had to explain to them
that “heck” was a substitute for “hell”
so instead of say “Oh my God!”
they were say “Oh my Hell!”
(praying to the Devil, are we?)
which is the opposite or rather
calling on Satan to help you…

fitting, in this God forsaken land
where idiot government workers
call you at 7:45 in the morning

and gladly chirp:
“i look forward to seeing you
you have a great day”

conformity
all these things
are all like the other

they go into a net together
over a cliff together

they are heartless, together

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bad manners

i look forward to seeing you
you have a great day
wow–sugar coated nothingness
the nothing of the nothing
saying nothing
i call two days ago
she calls back
first thing
early
like the bird
smiling
all the while knowing that
it is her fun to disrupt lives
to yank that chain of power

it isn’t fair
who am i?

i…me
i should have made more money
always knew how
there’s just no way to be poor and rich at the same time
but i could have found character elsewhere
you can’t buy it though, no
i look up to the sky through 2 stories of further misery…
dog barking
can hear the birds

people that want to effect other people’s lives for the worse
ARE the worst
and you wonder about their personal lives
don’t they have enough power
at home?

in the kitchen
on the stairs….basement

” i look forward to seeing you
you have a great day”

yea — sure i will

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