“I don’t believe what I read in the papers, they’re just out to capture my mind. I ain’t worrying, I ain’t scurrying, I’m just…~Paul Simon
Castaway of the scamdemic, my ears
still ringing from pejoratives old dears
in fear-orientation threw like darts–
did they intend to pierce my cherished heart?
Inspired by Orientation, Castaway, Pejorative and Cherished.
And Paul Simon’s birthday song.
Featured image: Easy to play with orientation when living on a lake.
Wakening in the game precipitates
perceptions how mass hypnosis sedates
flummoxed by the sensory avatar
saved by a night walk under brilliant stars
and peeks into the windows of the damned
plugged into the programming screens they’re scammed
by scripted actors’ shrieks, media swill
impulsive leaps of fallacy so shrill
and mired in time-space how we forget
we are immortals training, we’re beset
by triggers and calamities to grow
our only mission: voicing our own show.
Inspired by: Precipitate, Shriek, Flummoxed and Impulsive.
After I verified the worldwide scam
nefarious plot wrought with bots and spam
fueling the fear in the simulation–
a master course in my education–
painstakingly tracing roots: causation
false premises of rotten foundation,
the luring game’s invisible forcefield
became apparent when I did not yield
To my elation, the bifurcation
of timelines reveals my own creation
outside of the AI computation
reality is my own narration.
Inspired by: Nefarious, Course, Yield, Verify and the lessons learned by the scamdemic.
The informed field awaits to magnify
your intent. Neutral, responsive, nearby
medium. You are the paintbrush: apply
tedium or create, optics defy,
in a flurry of inspired artistry.
Beyond the matrix lies uncharted seas.
What seems to be concrete a quantum leap
reveals the space between ready and deep.
Inspired by: Magnify, Flurry, Optics, Tedium, Concrete and this gem of a book by Jason Breshears, Awaken The Immortal Within.
Well I guess what hurt me most of all
You were playing with my heart.~Wafia
What will it take to thaw my frozen heart
encasing the anger I’ve chosen not
to release, setting free with a wild sweep
the gamut of feelings a hurt child keeps
at bay, the only display finicky
at the table, my body brilliantly
telling them all chaos I can’t digest
but no one understands they are hard-pressed
the timelines shift I’m in the now I know
it’s all a game I play to help me grow
a rueful chuckle breaks the childish spell
and finally I laugh, the past dispel
Inspired by: Chuckle, Finicky, Sweep and Gamut
Featured image: Queens Canyon, Colorado
Five a.m. she’s knocking at my door.
Peephole shows I’ve never seen her before.
No temptation to her toxicity.
I’m far too circumspect for complicity.
But my dog is awakened and barking
willing to buy the drama she’s hawking.
She loiters and wails, Danny, I just want
my phone, plaintive and proferring detente.
I don’t know Danny and her phone’s not here.
My door remains locked and things get queer.
She’s outside now her running car is parked
screaming obscenities in the snowy dark
until a tall lean guy leaves my building
she leaps flailing, then falls, he’s unyielding.
He starts his car, she beats and menaces.
When the cops pull in the scene finishes.
Inspired by: Toxicity, Circumspect, Temptation, Loiter and true story of an unknown early morning visitor.
Count on it, I’ll give a full description
but you can’t copy this, the encryption
is a multilayered enchantment: life
spontaneous as a flock of wildlife
created creating empowered play
pretending materiality’s sway
immortal beings diving into moil
solving, evolving, striving in earth’s soil.
Inspired by: Flock, Copy, Enchantment, Description and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style to the prompt Count on it.
At night I pace the rain-washed city streets
screens garish blare this is reality
a crowd pours from the IMAX reprogrammed
tossing pithy new phrases signals jammed
by someone else’s creation baited
with lures that lead to frustration mountains
labyrinthine paths promising fountains
of felicitous youth. I walk on by
comfortable in my skin, I’m unharmed by
the history-rewritten dissonance
pulling my way upwards with common sense.
Inspired by: Allegory, Mountain, Felicitous and Spontaneous.
Featured image: Me, hiking the Olomana Trail on Oahu.
In my milieu–bitcoiners who reject
germ theory and the meddlesome projects
designed to enslave by propaganda
childhood education memoranda
to quell curiosity and to still
imagination, extinguish free will–
we recognize the generational
traps, shunned by family’s sensational
collapse. No longer seek the altitude
soapboxes provide. Unsought certitude
can’t reach deluded dizzy dissonance
inebriated fizzy indolence
And so we paint, we rhyme and we create
models for those awakened and sensate.
Inspired by: Fizzy, Altitude, Meddlesome and Milieu.
My orgone pendant is missing. Child’s play
I surmise as I follow clues: dried clay
my gemstone necklaces all ajumble
the treasure boxes brim with stones tumbled
I mollify my neat freak’s worrying
relax and cease the anxious scurrying
past sticky chairs. Unexpected delight:
new fridge art, I count blessings in clear sight.
Inspired by: Follow, Mollify and Pendant.