tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-450328804045403962024-03-05T22:51:22.531-08:00napowrimoPatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.comBlogger288125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-11443311016648692672023-07-08T13:17:00.001-07:002023-07-08T13:17:19.230-07:00Fear and AssholeryFear can keep us safe<div>But mixed with assholery</div><div>It leads to hatred</div>Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-12755009800273887042021-03-14T16:51:00.005-07:002021-03-14T16:51:56.399-07:00Concubine<p> <span style="color: #0f1419; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wish I was
A concubine in
A harem
Pampered all the time
Fed delicacies
Occasionally fucked
Perfect life for
The mentally ill who
Struggle to survive life</span></span></p>Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-65900299170390313872021-02-26T22:27:00.000-08:002021-02-26T22:27:01.425-08:00Old mower<p> <span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Funny how our perceptions change. I saw a mower and thought, "that's a nice old mower." Then I thought, and realized I remember when that lawnmower was the new model. It wasn't so long ago. It was fresh and clean and new and exciting. It didn't look a bit old. I admired old mowers then too. Can't quite find words to say why. They give me a bit of a contented feel -- some joy. Makes me poetic. Here's two haikus. You can read them as one poem or two, I don't mind. The poet Paul Celan said that a poem is like a message in a bottle thrown out into a sea. Once you throw a message in a bottle into the sea it's not yours anymore. It belongs to the finder. They'll read it, (or not), how and as they please and it then has the meaning it has to them.</span></p><div style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background: transparent; border: 0px; color: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_color, var(--paper-input-container-input-color, var(--primary-text-color))); font-family: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_font-family, var(--paper-input-container-shared-input-style_-_font-family)); font-size: var(--ytd-user-comment_-_font-size); font-weight: var(--ytd-user-comment_-_font-weight); letter-spacing: var(--ytd-user-comment_-_letter-spacing); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_text-align, var(--paper-input-container-shared-input-style_-_text-align)); text-transform: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_text-transform);"><br /></span></div><div style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background: transparent; border: 0px; color: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_color, var(--paper-input-container-input-color, var(--primary-text-color))); font-family: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_font-family, var(--paper-input-container-shared-input-style_-_font-family)); font-size: var(--ytd-user-comment_-_font-size); font-weight: var(--ytd-user-comment_-_font-weight); letter-spacing: var(--ytd-user-comment_-_letter-spacing); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_text-align, var(--paper-input-container-shared-input-style_-_text-align)); text-transform: var(--paper-input-container-input_-_text-transform);">A nice old mower</span><br /></div><div style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sharpened blade clean plug fresh gas</div><div style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Working still just fine</div><div style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /><div style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">A nice old mower</div><div style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">With its bends and curves just right</div><div style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">It gets the job done</div></div><div style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); border: 0px; color: #030303; font-family: Roboto, Noto, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love new mowers too, don't get me wrong. It's a completely different feeling though. More excited.</div>Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-62821996698899750812019-11-22T14:26:00.001-08:002019-11-22T14:26:02.550-08:00CommunityHe sat beside me<div>Counting haiku syllables</div><div>My soul expanded</div>Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-79406092200310364042019-10-26T14:50:00.001-07:002019-10-26T15:03:42.564-07:00Taste of Alone<p dir="ltr">I want to be alone<br>
No complicating ties<br>
Finding peace as I can<br>
Cradling my distraught heart</p>
<p dir="ltr">Across a room someone looks,<br>
Voicelessly speaking of<br>
Burning incomprehensive connection<br>
<u>O</u>f slanting glancing desire</p>
<p dir="ltr">All is all – to much – not enough<br>
Racing heart elates<br>
I dance my love <u>until</u> I'm<br>
Scheherazade no time and</p>
<p dir="ltr">I want to be alone<br>
No complicating ties<br>
Finding peace as I can<br>
Cradling my <u>tormented</u> heart</p>
<p dir="ltr">Leave me <u>alone</u> in darkness</p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-40704386943374528702019-10-11T16:46:00.002-07:002019-10-11T16:46:54.276-07:00Some of usSome of us are broken<br />
Some of us suffer<br />
Some of us, while we<br />
Do not identify with you,<br />
See each other clearly<br />
<br />
Do you want to hurt yourself?<br />
Do you want to see blood get outside?<br />
Do you want to feel the cut cut cut of expression<br />Do you want to find yourself, to be expressed with self harm?<br />
<br />
Well, you should know<br />
Some of us do. It is better.<br />
It is better if we self harm.<br />
It is b3tter to feel the knife, the cut,<br />
The self pain that makes us better.<br />
<br />
Do you want to judges us?<br />
Do you want to be a dick?<br />
Do you want to steal our survival<br />
Do you value ideas over life?<br />
<br />
Fuck you. We try to live<br />
If we canPatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-77994301085011195072019-05-22T13:50:00.001-07:002019-05-22T13:50:36.680-07:00Revolving Door<p dir="ltr">The dance<br>
Enter just so<br>
Cooperating<br>
In the pushing<br>
Taking care<br>
Of each <u>other</u></p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-87354610883806274952019-01-04T11:44:00.001-08:002019-01-04T11:44:53.274-08:00Titrating the level of dangerPatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-10375271742014870012018-12-23T20:32:00.001-08:002018-12-23T20:36:24.932-08:00The One Who Knows<p dir="ltr">Inside<br>
A <i>being</i><br>
Don't look!<br>
Don't look!<br>
Don't think about it!<br>
They are not them<br>
You <u>d</u>on't find them by looking<br>
Instead balance<br>
On the moment<br>
Like a wild <u>unicyclist</u><br>
Then will you see<br>
Then you will be</p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-40122376719750867952018-12-20T10:58:00.001-08:002018-12-20T11:09:56.372-08:00A small filtered soul<p dir="ltr">Sifted<br>
Refined<br>
Made just so<br>
Gentle into the world</p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-77326686172458654602018-11-02T23:02:00.001-07:002018-11-02T23:08:04.997-07:00Where?I <i>must</i> look for you<br />
To make myself totes fulfilled<br />
Where's my other self?<br />
<br />
You don't get to know if I'm crying.Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-87639589084367365972018-10-22T02:45:00.001-07:002018-11-02T23:08:28.171-07:00The Stench of Life<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The depth - the dark</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">You think it something - Nothing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">An end -- it's not</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">You think the stench repels</span><br />
<br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I celebrate</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Life, truth, the arousing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stench of beautifully sordid things</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The life water for everything</span><br />
<br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I camp on the banks</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Joy the life, the wild sort</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dips into it for</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Life and who does not reject</span><br />
<br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then I follow it down</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Water to brindled estuary</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And see a goddess swimming</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">In clear seas, naked and fearless. </span><br />
<br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will love</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will love</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will love</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The taste on my lips</span><br />
<br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.87); font-family: Roboto, RobotoDraft, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;" />
<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.87); font-family: "roboto" , "robotodraft" , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love — You knew, didn't you?</span>Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-13959162002910977082018-08-09T12:28:00.001-07:002018-08-09T12:28:09.990-07:00Life Splash<p dir="ltr">Daily desperation<br>
Covetousness<br>
Despair - <u>need</u><br>
Wear away at the<br>
Network of life</p>
<p dir="ltr">Here a greying<br>
There a dessication<br>
Weakness<br>
Ghosting<br>
Hope fades away</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then comes a laugh<br>
So filled with joy<br>
That in a moment<br>
The world is healed<br>
Made new — <u>alive</u></p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-55315156277166553062018-07-03T17:34:00.001-07:002018-07-03T17:48:06.764-07:00What about Women<p dir="ltr">It is such a conundrum<br>
Many women preen when given<br>
Attention but is that a betrayal<br>
Of a recognition of women<br>
Of — Women's rights<br>
Of — Women's values?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I do not know, <i>they</i><br>
Preen for me <i>they are worth</i> it I<br>
Hope that they see<br>
That it<br>
I am so confused how<br>
To reconcile my desire</p>
<p dir="ltr">I care<br>
I care for the half that is woman<br>
Because I swear to<br>
Have compassion for <i>all</i> beings<br>
This I swear<br>
I swear compassion for all beings<br>
We are all worth it<br>
We are all humans</p>
<p dir="ltr">We are all worth it<br>
Some of us <i>need</i> the others<br>
We are <i>consumed by</i> our<br>
Need for the gender others<br>
By our lack of<br>
By <u>o</u>ur need for other</p>
<p dir="ltr">Our genes drive our need<br>
And<br>
Their desire for me<br>
Our<br>
Genes drive our need for<br>
Their desire for me</p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-21470256512336066232018-07-03T16:24:00.001-07:002018-08-09T12:23:02.330-07:00Some Times A Neck<p dir="ltr">Sometimes a neck is<br>
Not just a neck<br>
It is poetry and joy<br>
And grace and desire<br>
It is <u>n</u>eed and perfection</p>
<p dir="ltr">Some times <br>
A neck is everything<br>
Everything<br>
More than the universe<br>
More than <u>perfection</u></p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-54751946410591303852018-07-03T14:23:00.000-07:002018-07-03T14:23:08.581-07:00Can't TellI can't tell<br />
Touch of life<br />
Touch of death<br />
It's all the samePatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-92090800671042645892018-06-03T11:40:00.001-07:002018-06-03T11:40:21.983-07:00Days of the Suffering Heart<p dir="ltr">Everything is fine so<br>
Why so much pain?<br>
What brings the anguish<br>
That lives in my heart?</p>
<p dir="ltr">How I wish for just a few<br>
Days of peace and joy<br>
A few<br>
    Days of love<br>
    A few<br>
        Days of passion<br>
        A few<br>
            Days of a <u>sheltering</u> <u>heart</u></p>
<p dir="ltr">But those days, if ever they come,<br>
Are not these days<br>
These are the days<br>
Of the suffering heart</p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-74970611627136698672018-06-01T16:09:00.001-07:002018-06-01T16:29:23.434-07:00You Look<p dir="ltr">You look so much like<br>
Someone I truly love.<br>
What is it that brings<br>
Such confusion —<br>
What – <u><i><u>brings</u></i></u> – <u>such</u> <u>confusion</u>?</p>
<p dir="ltr">My heart wants to love you<br>
Like I love my friend, my heart<br>
My truth, but you<br>
Are not she<i>. So clearly, look</i> — <u>our</u><i> hearts are</i><br>
<i>Not reliable, </i>You only <u>look</u><i> — </i><i><u>like</u></i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Still, my heart </i><i><u>moves</u></i><br>
My heart<i> wants</i><br>
My heart<i> loves</i><br>
<i>So,</i><i> unwisely,</i><br>
Yet still, <u>m</u>y heart loves.</p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-56025072802628663292018-02-19T11:01:00.001-08:002018-02-19T11:01:34.772-08:00Philtered Soul<p dir="ltr">It's a coffee at<br>
The neighborhood shop —<br>
Philtered Soul</p>
<p dir="ltr">I've never had it.<br>
What would it do to me?<br>
Bad or good I</p>
<p dir="ltr">Think I want to keep <u>it</u><br>
It is a part of <u>me</u></p>
Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-62088138172367997202018-02-12T01:06:00.003-08:002018-02-12T01:06:48.175-08:00I Kind of LikeI kind of like the drifting<br />
Dreaming sort of drunk<br />
I don't know what I think<br />
Free to stumble into some<br />
Sort of truth.<br />
<br />
Don't judge me<br />
I know that drunk isn't de rigueur<br />
I know that I should think amazed confused<br />
But still. Still<br />
Somehow I think myself as musedPatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-6418253797155412002018-02-11T00:48:00.003-08:002018-02-11T00:50:24.078-08:00Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I pass time<br />
Practicing my piano or<br />
Working on a necklace or<br />
Reading about singing or/and<br />
Drinking beer and<br />
I wonder why and<br />
I wonder <i>if </i>and how and<br />
What is meant and about<br />
Loneliness and love and<br />
Self harm and whether I'm<br />
Winding things up or<br />
Off on an adventure and<br />
I curl up in loneliness<br />
And unshed tears<br />
Ache hard hard hard<br />
And despair lives in my pocket<br />
I pass timePatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-82718574428145980072018-02-03T20:18:00.001-08:002018-02-03T20:18:52.885-08:00NeedI need? Want? You are what<br />
I need? Want? You just what<br />
I need? And. Here. Now. Need<br />
Give yourself.<br />
Give yourself.<br />
Need.<br />
I.<br />
Need.<br />
Just Now.<br />
Need.<br />
I need.<br />
Give yourself to me.Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-23142124282399335392017-12-17T21:43:00.002-08:002017-12-17T21:43:12.629-08:00Holy EnlightenmentAs I see the holiness in things<br />
It occurs to me; what sees?<br />
What perceives?<br />
Not who, not my me,<br />
But the what sunk below<br />
The what that watches<br />
As thoughts drift by (not thoughts)<br />
The one that can see (not sight)<br />
What I feel and touch (not sensation)<br />
And smell (not smell) -- what perceives?<br />
<br />
Then I realize that the question<br />
When I see the holiness in things<br />
Is not who or what perceives these<br />
But how? How is the knowing of<br />
The sacred? How do I (what is I?)<br />
Recognize -- wait -- not perceive but<br />
Recognize -- wait -- all is holy and<br />
I, my what, my being then is holy<br />
And now it feels closer<br />
I'm catching the smell<br />
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I perceive <i>through</i> my holiness?<br />
No.<br />
My holiness merges with its holiness?<br />
No.<br />
We merge? Holiness to Holiness?<br />
No.<br />
Realize we are not separate.<br />
No.<br />
Not realize -- <i>are,</i> just are.Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-49911234968103984672017-12-01T20:29:00.003-08:002017-12-01T20:29:16.307-08:00Slime<br />
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Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006426361463277965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45032880404540396.post-46370233877158570112017-09-30T11:11:00.001-07:002017-09-30T11:15:05.588-07:00Some Times<p dir="ltr">Poetry gets lost<br>
Between the madness and<br>
The boringness<br>
My life struggling to do<br>
Itself.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><u>Vicious</u> fear clawing into<br>
My gut squeezes it out<br>
Of me, the impulse to poet<br>
<i>there</i>, out of reach to<br>
My need</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm lost to myself no<br>
Expression, no feel, no<br>
Way to find my self, no<br>
Way to heal or be<br>
Okay</p>
<p dir="ltr">Help me I am lost.<br>
Finding my languaging<br>
Is the only way that<br>
I can be safely alive<br>
Lost it</p>
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