Sunday, May 29, 2011
Blog Moved
I've switched over to the wordpress side. You can find me new blog at: wordworldwhirlwind.wordpress.com
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Too Short to Slam, Too Long to Save for Later
Strings across my ribcage like a pearl necklace
I’m not quite sure why I’d wear a pearl necklace
But the soul wants what the soul wants
And it string across my ribcage like a pearl necklace
A perfect parabola of compressed content
Compressing doubts and anxieties
Until they liquefy, drip, then waterfall
Leaving my soul 75% lighter
Light enough to smile.
To be clear: this is not the laughter of the soul
There is no expansive, proselytizing joy
There is no agape.
This is the absence of worry.
This is ukulele and kazoo music indoors, with a view of a sunny, 45 degree day outside.
This is my soul smiling.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Iam's
If I wanted to be an entrepreneur
The only innovation I could offer
Would be ways to sell myself
Now I am happy
Now I am relaxed
Now I am bold
Now, I am tired of the iambs
So I would shout every trochee
If messages could actually escape me
If the sound waves could reach civilization, or nature,
Or anything outside of this Alcatraz island on which I self-wreck
I am conceptually confined
Within a prison built of bars
Of Self-hymns and self-hate
Where substantial thought
Is necessarily always worn away by the incessant brain waves
Of self-absorption, until only grated, scorching fragments
Stand under my feet
If only I could launch out to sea
For Blind Homer could see that
Helen had a face to launch a thousand ships
But I only have the hell in facing my own immobility
For I am still-sick, but I long to be motion-sick.
Long gone from this island
Where my speed of departure can only be measured
In knots that untangle in my gut
And from around the sinusoidal grip on my psyche
And so I would barter all my iam words and thoughts
To be an immigrant on a strange ship
Underneath a single Constellation that could guide me to a foreign land
Or even a whole new galaxy
Because recently self has been the only universal
In my universe of a sucking black hole
So there is no dimension
Or rather life is only 1-Dimmensional, I-Dimmensional,
But life is so much fuller
I trust
And I still remember
Therefore Give me but one frontier, the first frontier
From tears, from smiles, from here, from there
But not from me, not from I am
Give me the royal we,
Or just you
Or just he
I long for the tempest
Or Climate change
Sink this Altcataz island
And let me see if I can float.
Or if you could, build me a railway out of this prison
Strap me to a locomative and call me conductor
So it is physically possible for me to once again
soak back up external energy from
Faith
Altruism
Biology
PINEAPPLE
Next time we speak
I hope we speak of unthinkably mundane
As long as it’s not stuck in the mud of this muck
Cuz, as you’ve seen, I’m stranded by habitual choice
And am starting to go selfishly insane.
New Year's Resolution Number 11
New Year’s Resolution Number 11
Swagger
Is Mental Tickling
It is playful, mock aggression
necessarily directed at others
But please do not be alarmed
If you proceed to L.O.L. throughout the duration
Of this poem
It simply means your mentally ticklish
Yeah I’m about to swagercize all over this room
Like I had red kicks with springs at my soul
Jumping out to you
With a track jacket
That had my last name and your new favorite number on the back
That’d be my phone number
Yeahhh, I’m about to swagger
Like I was walking into a party
And pointing so much
You thought I was choreographing a scatter plot
Yeahh, I’m about to swagger so large
You’ll need a satellite that has an orbital
Going through at least 14 zodiac signs just to capture the
Full picture
Yeah, I’m about to swagger so hard
The ground might break like tension
Yeah I’m about to swagger
But first,
Maybe I should check what I’m swaggering about
Because this nagging voice I know better than most of my fb friends
Keeps asking me if I’m a confident man
Or just a con man
Because confidence is a self-congratulatory hi-five routine
It is the songs you sing in the shower
The glow that sticks when the name-drops are cropped,
The hi-fives do stop, the flirting just flops, the grades straight up drop
It is solace but also solitude.
Look, I enjoy the show of swag just as much as Kanye
And if I’m chilling at a party
I’ll rock a pair of glasses made of plastic
Whose only apparent purpose is to show
That your vision is so good
That you can still see with plastic bars
Imprisoning your forward view
But I want to know when the show’s over
And everyone’s gone somewhere
That I can slip those glasses off
And still see my grin in a reflective material or state
See, confidence might be what you’ve done, who you are
Your objectives in a relativist world
It is certainly the rare smile put on when you are by yourself
Not imagining you are in the company of others.
Cognizant of your isolation
And still smiling.
Please do not take this to mean that confidence is selfish.
It simply requires no recognition.
New Year’s Resolution Number 11: Solidify confidence
New Year’s Resolution Number 12: Establish Swagger.
Update!
It's been a long time. Hopefully, I'll be able to post more regularly in the near future, but for tonight I just wanted to post the script for a couple of new poems I've penned this year. Hopefully I can get some video up soon as well.
Best Wishes,
DKSays