Memorabilia Is Only an Abstract Moment In Time

DSC_0457De ja vu brings renditions of patterns in the form of scattered showers to a new frontier
while remembering those thoughts on a purpose are all we’ve shared
What once was a common cause or care has now become cold laughs and blind stares
As a heart at cope with matters of the past we still weep inside knowing each moment is long gone
Why do we steer in the brinks of the tumbleweed path?
Not knowing what we have been given shall last
understanding what we’ve been given, shall we freeze, move to a beat of a different drum, slow down, or speed up to the tempo of those sad songs we’ve been singing for far too long
Although the seasons do reflect the aroma of nostalgia not long ago
I do feel we have come closer…to life
If it means anything, every morning I awake to the birds’ song…thats good enough

The rest is easy and if I have the conversation with time like I did before
the story hasn’t changed just abstract glitches in this matrix we’re living
anticipating promises of hope that the next moment is given…at last.

At 127.0.0.1 with a javaHolic…the soapbox

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Early mornings with the blinded masses

misguided by fake smiles and grim laughter

Morning meetings to discuss more meetings

Superficial greetings and self –esteems of those who’ve apparently

undergone all sorts of verbal lashings and terrible beatings…lifetime upon lifetime

 Boost me from all of the madness…is this really what I want?

Emails back and forth about potential sales,

last night’s janitor clearly mistook my software collection for Braille.

Selfish twistories and all sorts of vindictive summaries upon negative glory.

Religious arguments…Wait!  Its 8.a.m. can we all just be friends

Live as people and not animals until the end…or perhaps at least 5pm?

I can tell you this I don’t need the last case of “Mondays” on my file again

Was it the 4 cups of your caffeine, I’ve been clean from nicotine for a while now…oh I get it

 Maybe the long hours and lack of raises again?

My work performance wouldn’t show that my bank account is still low

And on top of the matter by which I do reach social security’s age it will have shattered.

May I cash out now?

May I lash out now?

With a smile and my renunciation I can find my own emancipation…awaiting

Spain…Croatia…perhaps a cozy little corner of Jamaican soil.

Undecided somewhere on an island if you fail to hear anything from me all’s well.

South Coast, Slavonia…nature calls, who needs Dell?

Eggs boiled, catch of the day…my bagel will be fresh, and non-toxic…and you coffee too…then again with so much of that true life around

I probably wouldn’t need any of you.

For now to wake me up and get me through

these Excel spreadsheets, audits, fake rapports,

inventory, presentations, escalations,

blasphemy of all sorts just to do it all again tomorrow.

These Thoughts are Goldfish…

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Daydreams flow under a bridge where consciousness seems to  travel

as a mind tends to unwind, patience wants to unravel

Not giving much thought or bother

by far these scars were placed here as martyrs

Reminder of the physical being washed away in mental cavities

Wisdom, knowledge, along with all kinds of dogma and religious blasphemies.

 

These thoughts are goldfish, they don’t hang around too long.

 

Why waste each and every moment, do they not mean anything

time is most precious when you seek to notice everything.

These thoughts are goldfish I let them be free as they must.

In my heart I see light, in my mind I know trust

And when they’re complete…new ones flow along as they should.

 

The Thoughts are Goldfish…let them swim to and fro

 

What’s harmony without GOOD knowledge of BAD…it’s all relative anyway

Sitting along banks, a host of reflections and ideas creeping in slowly

No manifestations to be defeated and no prisons can hold me….flow on

A passion for life, no desires to grieve, fires of inspiration burning away those traces of greed.

Health & strong mind and lifetimes of love & giving guaranteed.

 

 

 

 

 

Kisses Are Nice but Memories Stick Better…

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One thought, two hearts,

Abreast as they soar.

Eight limbs embracing tightly,

Can you feel the amour?

Sweat dripping from our bodies,

As eruptions spew between us both.

A succession this is,

While our bodies seem to boast.

Thief to my heart,

Looking at you I stare,

You scream to me harder,

And I say oh, right there.

The energy is supernova,

The fires of hell would despair.

Your love takes me over,

To places I normally wouldn’t dare.

With the trigger finger of love,

I pull with much delight,

If the sun were to stare,

There would be nothing to compare

The voice of Mother Nature,

Scaling in degrees,

As the rhapsody concurs with souls.

And islands dance in the breeze.

Baby take me away,

Memories do seem to last forever

as fractions of your kisses  just as precise as the weather.

Gold plating to my karma, adhesive to my soul

Cherished forever, never letting them go.

Morning Towers

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Stars simmer down as Moon clouds by

The gift of the season amongst blue skies

Sun showers collide with the blessings of pray

Crepusculars transcend trinkets twinkling in every spectrum of today

Off to a good start by acknowledging each moment

The breath of truth requires your faith if you must own it.