Truth in the Light
I channel myself
Through balance
And the first step is to love yourself
Our foundations set the core
I know what I feel
My guide is intuition
I hear you
But I am not sure
You are aware
Of yourself
How does it look to feel so
Beneath and empty
Of healthy memories
Our psyches can
Only make
Up for half of the
Madness
The pureness in your
Heart
Is the true illustrator with the art
of your love
Who do you love
Am I the only one you have been
Dreaming of
Conjure a gypsy
And she will dance for you soothsayers and fortune tellers
Make predictions
They talk a lot.
Truth speaks it's own language
Pays homage to reality
Consciousness would never
Admit fake is the new real
I keep it tight like light
Travels at speeds
That do not compare or compete
I am a beautiful creation in its own
Let my love be known
Let my love be shown
If anything
-Sunny
We’ve Got the Whole World In Our Hands
I’m quite technologically challenged.
I get very frustrated at my printer,
Even more so at the faulty school WiFi,
But seldom ever at Word Documents.
See, it’s my relationship with
My keyboard that sets me at ease.
Any chance I have to write poetry
And charm letters into words
From my spiderweb bungee chair,
Shoot it like an arrow across
Space and time via Internet,
I feel a bit like Cupid.
I’ve never been too good
At throwing darts
Or piercing hearts,
But my words stick on skin
Like sick and thin faces
Curling up their edges
Into burnt out emotions
From reading.
I am tasting the blood
Spilt by people I’ve never met
From watching too many
News releases on NBC.
That blood looks a lot like
My own,
No matter who it comes from.
We don’t have to know each other
To see the similarities
When looking blood deep,
Organ deep,
Cells deep—
We are only imprisoned
By our ignorance,
Given knowledge at our fingertips,
And my relationship
With my keyboard
Only goes as far as I let it.
It only writes the words
I’ve been thinking,
I don’t want to just look
Paper deep,
But I want to find
The trees that grew and died
For me to write my stories,
My poetry.
Trees don’t have to die for me
Thanks to Word Documents
And Internet readership,
But I’m searching for consciousness,
A large “WAKE UP” before
The ending.
I want to see the sunrise in Alaska
And see it set in Australia.
I have a world to explore,
And I am a traveler
Every time I watch the news,
Or take a snooze and dream.
I write poetry
Because it tells more about
This universe
Than one girl sitting
In her spiderweb bungee chair
Making 26 letters mean something
On her keyboard.
Technology is more than that.
It’s the world at our fingertips.
-Seraphine the Poet
Break out the Stained Wife...
Break out the stained wife-beater its superbowl time!
We have all heard ( I hope) that the superbowl is the…er…superbowl of spousal abuse/ Domestic violence.
The day tends to be ‘the day’ for such jocularity.
Now I don’t have a problem getting drunk and getting a little roudy when it comes to passion especially sports.
( For full disclosure I am a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers, a nut about Carolina basketball and insane about my beloved Manchester City F.C.)
But to carry on without any class is being a lout.
To actually cause harm to anyone especially family members is unforgiveable.
On a brighter note, both teams this year are from the two states that have legalized cannabis.
I think that the field in Patriot stadium should be planted with weed and that both teams have a smoke off to decide the ‘champeens.’
The quarter-backs can hand off a bong or pipe or joint in replacement for throwing the ball. You can gain yardage by a successful pass around without breaking the circle.
Double hits you lose yardage ( to be agreed upon before the game).
When ‘bogarting’ and you get caught its an immediate turnover and a 15 yard penalty.
If you forget, its classed as a fumble/turnover where the other team gets a chance.
When you get to the 10 yard line, (henceforth to be known as the ‘green zone’) the strength of the product increases.
In order to get a touchdown a massive dab should be undertaken by everyone on the team including management and ownership.
If you even remember about the extra point you get it.
I think that is how the real SuperBOWL should be.
-TDB.
January 31, 2014
Technology
There is an app
That can close the distance
Between you and I
There is a phone
That can connect us
Like WiFi
A car that can close the distance
Like government shutdown
A machine to lift us
Like corporate bail outs
There is a video game that can take us
To fanciful worlds
Where were die all the time
And all we do is laugh
And come back to do it again
I want to measure you
With the most precise instruments
How did you heart get so big?
Love so deep?
Loyalty so dense?
Memory so full
Of us beating the loneliness
Out of each other like
Cannibalistic chefs
Tenderizing with every
Touch
Bite
Taste
I want to fly you
To every place
You ever imagined
Having sex at
Sail you across every ocean
That you wanted me to hold
And float you over
Trek every mountain
In the most advanced ATV
To kiss you on every peak
We can do it
We have the technology
-DCR
