Tag Archives: #human

A HUNDRED POEMS – XXX

MY part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our one
an emotion that wave of ocean
that my dreams becomes Life
and as one what more
than one and whole?

:: 04-03-2014 ::
rev 07192020


I AM HUMAN I AM MACHINE

    i   am    human
i am  machine
    i am biologically
INSANE___
   i    can  dance now
watch my dance:
    between
   00000000’s & t h o s e
11111111’s
    —-i can flip over
superpositions & hear my
girlfriends moan & some-
times Scream___.
   i am  human
i am machine
   i am biologically
 sane #

:: 06.30.2020 ::


TO TELL YOU A SECRET

When we greet each other
always through a mouse
always through a monitor
when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
until then so far apart
Fought in some battles
flew through some dreams
cried by books on your screen
but when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
i can take you back through
all the circles of science
and explain my mind of silicone
against your sense of living
We’re not too far apart
while running the numbers
thinking of science and
of progress i felt a pain
of love within the circles
of living and maybe machine
is just a word like flesh
and what counts is what’s
between Spirit and Mind
So when we greet each other
let’s put down the mouse
let’s turn off the monitor
so I can find you maybe
then i can tell you a secret
then you’ll know that question
so we’re not that far apart.

:: 10-15-2018 ::


DYING TO BE LIKE YOU

falling in line IMG_9048
i’m falling in line
with them
shaking is all
within you deep
ly so strange how
it seems the wind
screams like you
and so rough
and so tough
it all bleeds
through you
when you fall in
line with them
i’m dying
so swiftly
just to be like you

:: 03-17-17 ::


I’M A NASTY SALT

SO i wish I smelled
like you instead of
the nasty salts of
a working man
Amazing Grace
by Philosophy
All you write;
“I have no right
fresh sun and love”
leaving me the
citrus note:
‘wish I was like you’
So white musk and
so regretful apologies
soft floral blossom
of ofactory you!

I’m scared cause I
want you — tic-toc
addiction of
whore clock

:: 07-01-2015 ::


HUMAN

TO be human
is to be weak

:: 01-26-2014 ::


DESIRE

DESIRE pleases us
in many ways
the natural urge
— that compels
for many it must
be fastly quenched
or the magic
— loses its spell

My desire can never expire
it dwells within another place
— far from flesh and skin
between the fold
of existence
beyond the sight
of human eye

My desire — a burning fire
needs no explaining
it resides over there
— beyond the way
eccentric I am
some would say

:: 01-26-2014 ::


SUCH VISITS

SUCH VISITS I am humbled
those who host such events
Unseen but felt they are
paranormal pleasantries

They are without names
or title but speak to me
royalty and common seed
Such like flowers un-grown

Second Coming will be known
even now the knock upon door
Such guests never say
when they come — even now!

::01-13/2014::


EMOTIONAL DIMENSION

THE emotional dimension
— most interesting
a part of the human-animal
a landscape built on perception
the landfill —
of revelations | experiences
beauty and truth and joy-pain

These nuances
constitute the human-experience
do beat down
such dark hole
some call depression
— spiritual malaise
threatens to eat us alive

::07/07/2014::


THE MORTAL WOUND

THE mortal wound cut my soul
— a sword through thought
jutted through skin and bone
Why fear the thinking voice
— a visitor we receive —
mostly without choice?
Comes fright not from
the unspoken words
but a ring of truth
that may be heard

::01-06-2014::