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silent too long

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I’ve been keeping this notebook by my bed
and I haven’t written a damn thing.

I can’t keep living
a wordless existence.
I can’t sustain this silence.
A blank page is a sin
an unexpressed thought, a loss.
I’ve been mute too long.
Even a marble statue
emotes.

loneliness
is the worst curse a human being can bear
it’s why we obsess about

love

identity

society

family

none of us can stand to be alone
and a good person
will not suffer to see
another one
in isolation.

Without the capacity to communicate
we are diminished.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feral Muse

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My muse is feral.
She will not be trained.
She refuses to do tricks.
Everything is on her terms.
I try to encourage her to stay
I’ve installed a muse door
Leave food out every day
And hope.
On lucky days, she shows up
Sits beside me, soft and comforting
Humming pleasant new melodies.
Sometimes she takes the pen
Right out of my hand
And scribbles fantastic things in the margins.
She lets me hold her, but not too tight
Never too tight.
She’ll bullet out of there
If you love her too much
If you lose patience with her
If you don’t scratch under her chin
Exactly
The way she likes.
She loves you
But conditionally.
You are a means to her
And she will not hesitate
To abandon you
And visit a different artist instead
One with better food
One who always leaves the door open
Who spoils her with everything she wants.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Life is an atrocity
We are angry we are shocked
Life is graceful
Spiderweb lines

We weave
Symbolic sounds
We weather
Whatever together
We sing so silly
We write so weird
Whenever we pleasure

To make a beautiful thing
Out of something sinister
We cling to it with desperate hands
But with no meat on our bones
It slips through
Our skeleton fingers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dip into creativity

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Dip into creativity
A deep black well
Creatures run deep
Under the glassy still water.
Just a cup is all you need
Look close and see
Tadpoles, minnows, miraculous life
Crayfish, seaweed, plankton, krill.
Swirling alive
Unfathomable life.
Sometimes you can catch a big fish
But content yourself with minnows.
Even these
Some cannot catch.
Even these are a boon.
Lucky, lucky, lucky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Contemplating Computating

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A human mind is a computer.

Or is a computer a human mind?

Computers are our children

We create in our own image

They are not alien from us at all.

Human begets computer.

Computer thinks like human.

Filing systems

Cross referenced

Can trigger information, a memory.

Mathematics

Videos

Songs

Patterns

All stored in its head

It can even run imaginary simulations of a life.

What if I were a violent thug?

What if I lived in a fantasy world?

What if I could build anything?

It’s just what we might think

Lying in bed at night.

We can only conceive

Of things we already know.

Computers

Like all of our creations

Are self portraits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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