Locked Down and Floating

 Locked Down and Floating

 

You see the date on the timestamps.

But you don’t know it;

it doesn’t make any real sense,

or a difference.

Seeing all the Halloween ads,

you start to wonder:

Your favorite Easter candies?

When can you get them?

Halloween is here already,

Did Easter happen?

Yes, you know the day of the week,

based on your routine.

Based on what you should be doing,

Not by what you do.

And not at all by what you think.

The day? No matter.

Every day could be a Monday,

Or all a Sunday.

Productive, like a Saturday.

Lazy Saturday.

Violence and Change

Violence and Change

 

Violence is usually only skin deep.

But the pain…

And the scars…

            And the way they change how

                        You move

                        And think.

But thinking can change.

And movement is change.

            And they can both change,

                        Again, and again, and again…

The Shallows Are Grounding

The Shallows Are Grounding

To decide is easy.

            A coin can do that,

                        In a toss.

            A Magic 8 Ball

                        With a shake and flip of the wrist

            An algorithm

                        With a data set

It is simple.

            Superficial.

It is unhuman.

To discern,

            Is human.

(But vocations are cliché… )

To practice judgment,

            Is human.

But judging…

            Is hypocritical,

                        And offensive.

                        Oppressive.

Depth causes drowning…

The shallows are grounding;

            The ridiculousness is astounding.

Words: Tight(ening) Tools

 

Words: Tight(ening) Tools

When words are used merely as tools,

They are crafted to accommodate fools.

 

But accommodate isn’t right;

They are used to fold the herd in tight.

 

To be accessible to the masses,

And shape everything the herd’s mind passes.

 

This is how words are used

By those whose minds, like skulls, are tightly fused.

Express…

 

Express…

Does it ever happen

That when you don’t need words,

Just then, they find you?

No need to express anything.

No one to express to.

            But something to express,

            Or at least words

            That want to work, to express

                        Through you.

It happens to me

            After…

            Or as often as I am

                        Able to be alone.

“The expression that there is

                        Nothing to express…”

When you don’t have to speak;

When you don’t have an audience;

Then you don’t have to speak:

            You can try to express…

            With all the work,

                        And all the trouble,

                        That entails.

            And dig deep…

            Or ascend to the peaks…