Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Three wise guys showed up
With former partner moaning
Rattling life chains
Fugetaboutit was first
Repast from the distant past
Then arrived Liveit
Or Livewithit in a blink
As an instant wink
Hovering in the doorway
Was you know who arriving
Imminent glory
Dontworryaboutit now
Pay for it later
Wide open to interpret
Past Present Future
Frizzle Frazzle Frumph
I think I've had just enough
Slicked back battle fur
Missing whiskers. Outcast stoop.
Back to the shadows again
once in a dream 🐸 of a rainforest where 🐸 people were pouring water
over my back 🐸 stretched out on a cruel rack 🐸 the water dripped to the ground
a frog would sprout 🐸 with each drop on the earth 🐸 combo platter night before
TV viewing 🐸 Wheel of Time Lost in Space 🤖 danger Moiraine Damodred
Once I had a guide
Lead me through perilous lands
Ill advised choices
Never there. Then went poof
Deserted and despondent
left brain talks to right
makes up stories to guide it
follows bad advice
from a wise and trusted guide
that was never there at all
Alternate timelines
Theory used to guide thousands
Thick plot twists feeding
Episodic syfy shows
Ad nauseam operas
She became my guide
To places and sensations
Once only dreamt of
standing
at the apex
of an emotional
cul de sac
at the edge
of an arete
the minor goddess
Arete appealed
to my innate
sense of #arete
to step back
not to kiss her
with a ...
Teetering between hope and dread
The national #ambience reflects
Bloated corrupt personification
Of everything wrong in our head
Past sets the table's vibration
Climate repast served piping hot
We need a new aura menu soon
Or we'll keep getting what we got
#autonomy spent
soiled with each passing year
squash my mortal seed
parking in a forest preserve
after a double date
the chorus of our
collective youthful #ardor
spilled out the car windows
into the surrounding trees
sending all little furry critters
scampering for safe harbor
Redeeming #attributes everywhere
Yet not a single one to share
I know redemption doesn't sell
Cause the algorithm told me so
It's the only way to tell
Media fodder #puzzle of the day:
If it thinks
If it slinks
If it stinks
Like garbage.
Then what is it?
decaf coffee left
me #hollow and cold even
if filled to the rim
Sends chills up my spine
Don't know what they're sayin' but
Intentions are clear
Power words and power sounds
Always makes my head spin round
echo the sound of
glove slap on history's cheek
dichotomy duel
A system that sows
A grapes of graft vineyard will
Be choked by it's vines
My telomeres are tired and my cellular membrane just ain’t as thick as it used to be. What once upon a time would set my cellular messenger RNA ablaze, scorching my mitochondria; now at best only kindles #aglow within my nucleolus.
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Refreshing #awareness in
my myopia
A: A polite way of describing, “I got mine Jack, keep your hands off of my stack.”
Q: “What is business #acumen ?”
I achieved peak self #astuteness with the realization that I couldn't monetize the lifeboat concession on the Titanic.
Some people are wired that way.
Others are not.
My tipping point after greeting one of life's many icebergs.
Too soon?
Ended with loathing
Ignited with blazing lust
Never #amity
sure, infinity
and beyond equations
are all well and good
but my struggle
is ciphering
an #affinity for now
taking solace in
the pledge to add cinnamon
to my buttered bun
to soothe my picky palate
sworn to epicure excess
One thing is for sure;
When no bad decision goes
unmade, that's a clear
loud warning to the world that
I got my #mojo workin'
If you put an #apple on the top of your head, don’t be surprised if some bozo with a bow tries to shoot an arrow through it. Causation Correlation What do you think of them apples
#aware of a doomed
life lived confined within a
house of yellow leaves
Smeared over life's time mirror
On every surface in evening chambers
Smashed sconces
Broken bottles
Tumbled tumblers
Soiled sheets
Base fruit of nocturnal
Past amorous #alacrity clambers
parked out in the woods
the hunter's moon shining bright
teenage #ardor flowed
Too much rigidity
May maintain servility
While preying on fragility
Ushering in a proclivity
Towards delightful serendipity
Encouraging faux #avidity
Leading to soul's morbitity
Resulting in lividity
The seasonal tradition of bobbing for eels will be commencing shortly.
With the earth's life heat
Dispersed to the void of space
No longer #ablaze
Another sad dead planet
Stripped of it's resource and spark
A Scroll Threw Life 