Poetry

Poetry

The Swing

I swing back and forth in my mind

Do I retreat into the wilderness?

Or do I stay and fight?

There are arguments for both.

It depends on my choosing what I am after in life.

What do I want the energy around me to be?

Am I worth fighting for?

Is human life?

Is life?

Do I back away until I’m cornered?

Keep running for peace until there’s none to be found?

Chasing the allure of freedom?

Or see how much of it has vanished?

Turn to fight the rot?

I still have the luxury of swinging back and forth

For peace of mind, I can’t help myself.

Poetry

Alienated

**Note: I jotted this down quickly and I think it’s still a work in progress….might make revisions before I call it. 🙂

They talk of weather, sports, and fame,

Yet never question life’s true game.

To them, the sun’s a burning glare,

To me, it’s truth beyond compare.

They cling to screens, to glowing chains,

Oblivious to what remains.

The pulse of earth beneath their feet,

The stars above—they never meet.

I yearn for depth, for minds unbound,

For kindred spirits rarely found.

To tread where wisdom plants its seed,

To feel what most will never need.

Alienated, yet not lost,

Aware of freedom’s heavy cost.

For though I stand apart, alone,

I’ve found a truth that feels like home.

Poetry

The Feed

I wrote the original in early 2009….made a few mods since then. Changed 2-3 lines a bit. More relevant today than ever.

Here I find myself

Cast into this dimension

or is it dementia?

I digress,

Here I was….I am here

Like it

or

NOT?

In a swirling whirly dirl

Of input.

Input Input Input

A buzz, awash,

Swimming like drunken fish

With all the other cast-a-ways

Human vessels launched like ships

into this sea of shit.

The Great Feed.

Passing through wires and air and mouths.

Frequency of frequent overloads

too much

Information and lies

My brain is ringing

Turn the ringer off….leave a message after the beep

I’ll get back to you

ASATSHTF

(as soon as the shit hits the fan)

I’m out of the office

At the trough of numbness,

Munching on episodes of Reality TV

Watching bandana-clad people eating rice on Survivor.

So shut up and stop telling me the sky is falling.

I don’t have time for real reality.

MTV Cribs is on.

Anderson Cooper and Alex Jones can go trip the light fandango

SOMEWHERE ELSE.

Maybe with Hitler,

I hear he lives in Argentina

His chatroom handle is Swash Tic Tac Toe.

I’m diabetic to the fluorinated mind candy.

I only swallow black pills incrementally.

I prefer to inhale my radionuclides

While listening to whale songs

Partaking of Mr. Bubble in the tub

and forming theories of my own

Misconbobulations.

Ahoy, you pirate rebels-

I’ve left the ladder low

Dipping just so…

Into the stream of the Feed.

You can climb right up

To emotional stability

And original thought.

But I’m warning you…

Stopping the feed cold turkey

Can make you individuate.

Standing on the shore,

Watching the fish swim by

Caught up in the bass-ackwards current,

Going upstream

Against the truth.

Poetry

Full Embrace

Ever since I was a child.

When I encounter a cliff….I stand near the edge.  

When I see death….I look fully upon it. 

When I experience pleasure it consumes me.

This is my way.  

Akin to a tree planted in its place.

Nature shows acceptance for all.  

Excludes nothing and has nothing of waste or spare.

So I am here.

As a rock confronts the ocean waves

So I face what comes against me.

Same as a flower turning to the sun

So I move to be nurtured by existence.

I’ve never turned my eyes away from God nor Devil.

Not because I didn’t wish to,

But because they are in every place and every thing.

We’re convinced of bad and good.

Passing our judgment and making divisions.

Life is both a blessing and a curse.

I have paid and played.  

I have studied and learned.

This is my full embrace.

Journal, Poetry

Line Dried Laundry

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.

Confucius

Pursuit of Simplicity

I dry my clothes on a line, in the fresh air and sunshine.

I do this more often than not.

My mother did it.

My grandmother did it.

I do it.

It’s simple.

It’s effective.

It is a meditation.


Simple has qualities that go beyond being easy. Living simply is a sophisticated and nuanced way of being. Often it’s healthier.


It might be argued that throwing your laundry into a drying machine right next to the washing machine is simpler.

But is it? Maybe it’s just easier for you.

Don’t forget that extracting resources from the earth and turning them into clothes dryers is not easy or simple? The complexity of this process is immense.

And generating electricity that can reach every house? This also is a monumental feat.

Is it easy to work to make money to pay for the electricity the dryer uses? Is it simple to get parts and do repairs on the dryer when it breaks? Can’t fix it? Now you need a new dryer. Where does the old “broken dryer” now go?


I’m living in Mexico with no clothes washer or dryer.

Not awful.

Wash by hand in the kitchen sink.

Keep clothing minimal and easy to care for. You can get by with a few good items.

Fast-drying materials.

Line Dry.

I think it’s simple and beautiful to use the air and sun.

SIMPLICITY.

Poetry

A Raw Deal – Poetry

SANDRA BEGOTKA

My life in a beat up backpack.
Alter ego…
beat-upA nomad, transient soul.
On The Go,
Never known,
A pleasant stranger.
No danger of plastic houseplants,
sofas, and junk drawers.
Free from the blind culture of despair.
No hindering obligations
For what is
A raw deal.
When they steal
Your soul.

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