I wrote a poem
And thought it great,
Then on the cloud
It did float away.
8/2/18
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I wrote a poem
And thought it great,
Then on the cloud
It did float away.
8/2/18
I
Don't want to be
Received
as
second rate,
A test,
A replay
Of all the other
women
laid.
I won't.
8/2/2018
Well oiled,
Never seeing,
The ties that bind,
The tightly fitted cogs
That tick,
Tock,
Set in motion
A clock face never sees
Its own mechanics,
The screws,
wheels,
Springs,
Never outside
the finished product
But, they are all
valuable,
And of purpose,
independently
Until
Fitted in,
By a
hand,
Each piece
loses
independence,
and independent value;
Interconnected,
but seperated
from the other,
Each dependent on
maintained
function of
the "clock",
To thus do a job
of the machine,
for the hand.
8/3/2018
In a box.
Voices yell.
Voices yell to everyone
outside,
That they do not
See the box;
That they do not see
Mad persons in the box,
That they do not see
Persons trapped in the box.
That they do not see
Persons.
8/3/2018
The system we dare not imagine,
Too abhorable,
too inhuman to believe,
Encircles all
our present bodies.
8/3/2018
Outsiders,
This
is where
One should
aim to be;
Strive
for such attainment,
Outsiders,
This is
The place
To Be.
This is
the promised land.
In this place, one is free.
Pay, apply, to be
in.
One might
even
Sneak;
Risk life;
Risk limb.
8/3/2018