I’m getting tired of this dance
Stuffing our faces
With experiences
We dont know if we enjoy.
Who designed our minds?
Who gave us this style inprint
That requires consistent change?
Updating, renewing, regulating…
There is no end game
It’s just a consume point,
Many consume points
That filter me
Based on my character profile
That I work hard at eliminating
Because I’m a stereotype
Who doesn’t like being stereotyped.
I’m entitled to use my words
More than I use my action,
And I take pains to twist words
To judge others
Before I myself
Be my harshest critics.
Lost on a translation
Misunderstanding,
This changing time…
Imagining a different world
We hope to be in
But refusing to acknowledge
The disconnect
With a path that is too far gone.
Tag: character
Slow Tune or Jangle (day 2481)
I’m going to split myself into unending characters
That rasp along to a slow tune or jangle
Waiting for a sunset slip – in to make me better
I said carry me away!
With something dragging behind I needn’t care for
Lurching, weaving, my staggered step keeps leaving
Why did it ever matter that this meaning had punctuation
Drawling leftover party pleaser at midnight
Taken too much sugar glitter!
And Madonna playing quietly as gamblers swing their weight
With a pretty little dancer making eyes across the room
I am endeavoring to depart, avoiding unnecessary chatter
Closing out this night as a single dusty platter.
An Ode to Jaybo (day 1653)
Why am I not funny,
I says to I,
Why does my wit
Not shift side to side
With laughter
And tangle up
An out of sorts character
Loosely based on
Shoes too big
And always with the glasses?
Predicting (day 1511)
This is a window.
This bilge is a dance
That lifts souls into grace,
Purifying attack
And forgetting to release
And lying down, prone,
To accept every torrent
Lapping at this vessel
Without expectation,
Without predicting
And judging little nuances
So defining our spirits
As if they were character flaws.
Don’t let this come as a surprise.
Don’t fall down blankly,
Dumbstruck by unmanageable inputs
And acting out in ignorance.
No, this is a window;
Cleanly un-hinged and placed into
A four corner boxed view
Into unexpected.