Friday, August 31, 2012

10. Silhouette Shadows

I'm working on a theory of dreams 
That makes me think they are not what they seem
Strange yet familiar
But they feel so real
Where do they come from
Where do they go
Some are like old friends
Some like familiar foe
Some a bit of both
Some shock
Some shame
Some are just insane
Where do they come from
Where do they go
Many are those who claim to know
It's God speaking some say
He's pointing the way
No, no, comes the counter claim
Dreams come from worries, fears and uncried tears
Perhaps
Perhaps not
Maybe those who mine the brain will strike it rich 
With a new reality show
Who wouldn't watch another's dreams 
With commercials and a proper viewer caution of course
Okay, Okay
Let's get real
The very thing I tell myself when dreams disturb my rest 
With past tears
Future fears
Or longings unfulfilled
Where do they come from
Where do they go
My theory is that dreams
Are nightly thought streams
Flowing without our knowing
Leaving only silhouette shadows
Cast by the dawning light

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

9. Carnivore Mind

All my life
and it's been quite a long one so far
Boredom has stocked me
Always
Everywhere
The terror of a long line up
A bathroom without a book
A waiting room
What will I feed my carnivore mind
Something
Anything but a hungry mind
But now I'm bored no more
Filled to full and then some
All because of a magic dish 
Filled with thought delights at a finger touch
My iPad
My Boredom Slayer

Monday, August 27, 2012

8. I am an artist and you are, too

One thought impregnates another
Gives birth to an idea the artist makes visible, tangible, audible
Sometimes tastey and aromatic
There are fine arts, language arts, performing arts
And, yes, even industrial, culinary and martial arts
And, of course, the art of arts and crafts
What kind of artist are you
If fame is your game and money your aim
Go ahead and proclaim
I'm an artist
You really are one too
Just like everyone else who takes a breath outside of their mother's womb

Saturday, August 25, 2012

7. Love is not nice

I love you she said
And I you he replied
As long as you're nice to me
I'll be nice to you
Agreed
So began a transaction some call love
Which lasts forever
Until he stops being nice to her or she to him
But Love is not nice
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is not self-seeking
Love keeps no record of wrongs
Love never fails
But transactions do
So be nice to her
Even if she's not nice to you
Love without payback
Expect no return
Love her even if she doesn't love you

6. I am more than my data

I remember a time when I was more than my data
Before when I was a person instead of a product
No more
I remember when I was more than my likes and dislikes
When I was more than what I read and watched
Or bought at a store
No more
What happened I asked
That's easy came the reply
Big Data gave us free toys
And giggled
I mean googled all the way to the bank
Where Rumpelstiltskin's kin spin our data into gold
Beware
If offered a free product
You are the product
Big Data made it so

Friday, August 24, 2012

5. MIA Elders

Where have all the elders gone
You won't find them among the MIA's resting in entertainment nests
Nibbling on pickled eggs
Watching and waiting
Waiting for what you ask
Don't ask
You wouldn't like it
No nest or mummied eggs for me, thanks
I'd rather keep flying until it's time to fall from the sky
So where have all the elders gone
Look and listen for the Action

4. An urn by another name

They call it heaven
Do what you want
When you want
How you want
If you want
I call it hell
No purpose
No reason
Save one
To have fun
You 've earned it
I'm told
You're old
Relax
Retire
Have fun
Not me, Bud
Death comes soon enough
Why rush into its sticky embrace
By becoming a shelf ornament
Or an urn by another name
I fancy myself as Alice's white rabbit
Where shall I begin
I shall begin at the beginning of each new day
For as long as there are days for me

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

3. Taliban Tea Party

Right or wrong
Good, bad or evil
Your choice
My choice
Let's have Taliban/Tea Party
Chat about true things
True for you
True for me
True for us
True for all
All the time
Everywhere
Tea, with or without milk


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

2. Time Before Time

There was a time before time
When nothing dwelled
Or so I'm told by learned folk 
Who say it must be so
Even though we'll never know
Unless we find the clock that time began

Monday, August 20, 2012

1. Curiousity

Why
Why, why
Chipped stone
Sizzled meat
Broccoli on an iron bed
Touch down on Mars
Voyager to nowhere
Everywhere