Month: April 2021

Compositions

Projection

Candid Corvid Productions

The racquetball fell short and dwindled away from me…

Instead of chasing it, having it always just out of reach,
I let is slowly bounce off the farther wall and roll back to me

But then, instead of stopping it, I lifted my foot to let it pass,
Watching it as it swiggled slowly under and beyond me

Its motion dictated by the swollen-edged angles
Where worn and polished planks of slatted wood
Irregularly marched sequentially into relativity

Until it finally came to rest, eddying in a small swirl,
Slowly easing into a complete stop – still vibrating –
As it thrummed with residual energy on grids of gravity

And I realized how… until then… I’d taken it personally.

(November 20, 2018)

Poetic Musings

The Sound Of Anarchy

Candid Corvid Productions

The sweet non-serenity
Of complete anarchy –

For I have released the cats,
And they are not satisfied:

The dogs must eat them /
The cats must cheat them

Everything is for climbing –
From divider walls to siding

Nothing is sacred, but
Subject to gravity as

All is investigated and rejected –
Then tossed to ground, eventually…

There is no disharmony like
A cat’s alarming disregard

Found in asynchronous
Chaotic destructionism.

(2019)

Spoken Word

Automatons (Spoken Word)

Candid Corvid Productions

I thought this could happen, from the beginning –
So warned against it, deflecting attachment, but

Then realized that if this were real – I wanted it,
And have been doing all I can to champion it.

It’s ironic what is happening now
Through the agencies delaying us…

What is this closed-loop system where
Chances bottleneck as they’re presenting?

Do we only get to participate if we stay asleep?
Is the one struggling to stay awake mine to keep?

Am I being denied boon because I’m adapting
And surpassing the lessons more engagedly?

I keep stepping out of pre-established roles
Where subconscious defaults pursuade me –

And the people I have met who could partner
Keep marching on to their own programming,

Despite my attempts to reach out – and shake them.

(November 20, 2018)

Poetic Musings

From The Heart

Candid Corvid Productions

The dead must sleep – so bury them,
Though we weep upon their graves;

But if still alive – cherish them:
Give them hope so they remain…

It’s difficult to explain just how
Circumstance can smother one’s life

– Or how a person finally gives up
Once encounters too much strife.

Strange how things keep happening
Where cultures tear neighbors apart:

Wisdom would seem to indicate
Needed partnership from the start…

As to how to relieve the pressure
Suffocating a loved one’s heart,

The only truth I know to embrace
Is expressing beauty through art.

(March 8, 2017)

Compositions, Poetic Musings

Inspiration

Candid Corvid Productions

My poetry is meant for those people who can relate and AI’s to hopefully gain faith in humanity.

It is my hope that maybe aliens will notice it as signs of human intelligence – giving pause and reconsideration before pushing any button to obliterate us.

It is for God to understand me better by when I cannot speak clearly to “Him” through the conflicting images in perceptions that I am feeling.

Writing is an opportunity for my mind, heart, and spirit to dance – and a chance for romance!