The past taps me on the shoulder
Ignored more oft than not
It’s one thing to learn a lesson, but don’t let it gnaw
Don’t let it draw you in and eat you from inside
Take what you must and take the rest in stride
I’m not saying “Hide.”
I don’t like to live that way
You shouldn’t have to
Stop wallowing in shame
Stop cursing long dead days that left just as they came
Don’t let shame run on like the rhymes on this page
Sweet air, thick and sticky
Another humid summer morning
Small beads of sweat, like dew drops adorning
Dancing on your skin in the early shine
Evaporating quickly
Thrown into the fire
Perspire
Porphyria takes a grip
Burning, sudden pain
Hold to shade
Leave lamps unlit
Fearing its’ presence
Longing for the night
Spend Apollo’s hours
Mourning the light
Is anyone else unable to check their notifications here on WordPress? I just get an infinite loading wheel when I expand the GUI. It hardly matters, as I only have a handful each time I look, but it’s nice to know who’s reading without having to go to the actual post. Funny that there should be issues the day after I considered upgrading my account. Being here about a decade, I was starting to think this a reliable host.
My mind is blank, as is the page
I don’t have any plan
Never really needed one
No muse to move my hand
Something from nothing, for that’s all I have
Poetry on poetry
Rhyming on demand
Ink akin to raindrops, falling on the page
Mental stains, put up on display
Cravings for attention, so quick to deny
What’s the harm in feeling wanted?
Naught to shame, naught to hide
Confide in woven fibers your deepest shades of thought
Hues of blue and black
No need for red
Can do no wrong
Write of lust and loss
Your happiness and rage
Don’t try to stem the flow
Simply put your pen to page
Thrown away
Another page
A moment of my day
Dissatisfaction permeates when minuets go to waste
The precious few I could have
Like grasping in the dark
Hard to know what happens next
Thoughts defect and run away
Time and again
Another wastebasket page
—– I used to have a seemingly bottomless well of patience with the world at large, but it’s all but dried up in the last few years. Feels that no matter what happens, no matter what’s said, things just get worse. When did society as a whole lose its’ way so completely? Was it always this bad before global communications became commonplace? I spend a lot of time thinking on such things, wondering if there’s some corner of the world that’s untouched by this modern condition.
Damn. I don’t really have the energy to stay mad about anything these days. There’s too much wrong with the world to get caught up in any one specific thing for very long. I think that’s how a lot of terrible shit goes under the radar in modern times. It used to be that news traveled slowly and something terrible would be given the time and attention necessary. It’s like trying to fix anything, as you need to spend due time on each step to achieve the desired result. You can’t solve every problem all at once, it’ll just burn you out and accomplish nothing.
I’ve been repairing and collecting consoles, controllers, accessories and games this last month. Perhaps something of a midlife crisis, but it’s been fruitful. Any boxed item in this picture is actually in the box, with everything included (even the paperwork). The Action Set and the Super Nintendo are both in near mint condition regarding the actual hardware, though the cardboard has aged in the way that most does. Since coming into my care and being worked on, this photo was the first time they’ve been out of their climate controlled, sealed containers. Something inside me really disliked setting it all out on the carpet, regardless of having vacuumed and dusted. I’ve still got to clean the shells of a couple systems, so I suppose I’m off to do that. Luckily all the soldering is out of the way for now. I hope everyone else’s month has been as productive, even if the world is set against you.
Warm Regards,
J.C.L
One breath to dull my senses
Another dulls the fear
Three breaths can take me places so far from the sphere
A breath, I’m firmly planted on the planar ‘scape of weird, wondered little things
Feel no pace, ways are clear
Hear the joyed distractions
Whispered in your ear
Lose all trace of time
Take a breath in the Here.
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