Category Archives: poetry

Here is where you’ll categorize poetry posts during your field study. A minimum goal is one poem per week, 4 total, posted by Monday PM midnight. One of your four poems must be posted in a “Poetry Observed” video format (www.poetryobserved.com/). The goal is to perform your poetry in situ—within the context of your passionate immersion.

Word Yolk

Seed of word-body decomposing / nutrient rich packet of information / Embryo /Yolk / new bodies for new soil / / new growth shoots green / stems flowering buds and leaves / feed the living shepard tone / aural mobius / language

Recycled Waste (Land)

 

 Ruin    inevitable,

                                         yet

                                                bloom the land fallen dead.

Memories  of the  lustful

germ and rain.

Week 9 Poetry Collection

Says who?

I am owned by these fictional characters

They guide my waking life, rule what I have the chance to do.

I tell them what I want them to do.

They retort with what actually happened.

It’s usually much more depressing than what I

Planned (like real life I

guess) But they are strong characters

And shan’t do anything they don’t want

So I concede. Depressing it is.

Solidarity

There’s talk of teamwork, of

What it means to band together.

There’s shouting of political ideas,

Cries for more and more enthusiasm.

But it’s not really enthusiasm that drives this process.

It’s need.

It’s a need you can feel deep in your bones,

One that pulls the best out of people,

Encouraging them to shine and to change.

So maybe the word isn’t solidarity,

It’s need.

A need for power, for control, for wages,

For health insurance, for fair worker’s rights.

We give you solidarity when you have need,

I hope you can some day return the favor.

F ~ Poem

A body of liquid aged to amber, that never slept

yet smelled of dusk

a seeker of sanctuary

now the lengths between where you are and where I stand

is the whisper of wind

letting what remains

be flame

and a quenching sea

lp- Ode to Sublime

I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break and I’ve gotta live it up

Because life is to short to let my worries guide me

So yeah, I’ll take another drink.

Yeah, I’ll smoke another joint.

Who are you to tell me how to live my life?

What I really wanna say, is I’ve got mine.

And I’ll make it, I’m coming up.

I just wish people would focus more on their own problems and less on mine.

If they know what is good for them they best go run and hide

Because I’ll turn it right back around on them.

Believe that I’ve got something for his punk-ass.

Ain’t got no money to spend, I wish this night would never end.

Words given to me freely but not fully understood

Not until I learned what a party was.

A place where people go to escape from their lives.

Dancing, singing, drinking, smoking, laughing, spinning, drinking, reeling.

And if god’s good word goes unspoken the music goes all night

Because the bars are always open.

lp- Insignificant Information

Flows.  A cascading fountain of thought. Sometimes,

I don’t know how to say what I feel.

Life isn’t fair.

I want to go far away and never return.

People say things they don’t mean.

I want to punch somebody in the face.

Sorry doesn’t fix it.

I don’t know what I stand for.

You don’t realize what you have until it’s gone.

I don’t fear death.

Things get taken for granted.

I feel like a rat trapped in a cage.

Bad things happen to good people.

Always, I try to stay positive.

Everyone has an opinion.

I care about my family.

On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everybody drops to zero.

I want to be the best I can be.

Two plus two equals four.

I think about the decision that always benefits myself and my family.

If you can’t swim you shouldn’t jump into the ocean.

I like to think about things that are highly unlikely.

The earth revolves around the sun.

I’m unwilling to give up.

Flame breeds heat.

If you touch it you get burned.

Showering you

with information, sometimes so insignificant

That it could go unnoticed.

And now I’m right back where I’m from.

 

lp- Searching/Waking Up

Vibrations echo in the halls of my mind

Mind vibrations echo in the halls

Failure to submit is truth that I find

Finding failure to truth and submission

The feelings of pleasure are like rope in a bind

Bind the feeling and rope the pleasure

The thoughts that we must filter will make you go blind

Blind the filter of thoughts that can make you

                The feelings of emptiness and a repressed flash of emotions

                Deciding to stay or run from these cold ancient notions

                But you know that to stay means pain and despair

                But you know that to run feels weak and leaves you bare

                And within that split second at a million miles an hour,

                Even though all your heart wants is to cower.

                Suddenly you find the despair is better than nothing

                And that inevitably the pain gives you power

We can’t decipher reflections from sight

Sight from reflections can’t decipher us

Realizing what you need to win the fight

Fighting to win the realization

A switch that gets pressed and turns on the light

Lights gets pressed when switches turn on

Sometimes I really believe that I’m right

Right that sometimes I really believe

Darkness imprisoning me in the night

Night imprisoning me in the dark

                And so when the smoke does finally clear

                You still have to wonder if it’s easier to run

                But in what you don’t know it’s easier to fear

                I would rather live in fear than know that they won