Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Poetry: The Final Disconnect

The Final Disconnect



From the beginning
To here

Fully connected to
Well…

Bathed in
Silence
Puffs of air
Even the noise of empty vacuum

Each connection
Laid prostrate

Not defective
Or even worn out
Merely

The current state

The hisses
The clicks

One by one
Or a bunch at once

They all
Fall away
No longer committed to
Togetherness

Merely
The full separation

There is no
Death and decay
Or
Remnants to remain

There is only
The power
Essence of
Unity

In this final

Disconnection



From the chocolatezeus collection  10/31/17  ©

As the Beat Continues

I am sitting here listening to DeeJayL3xx and just in the groove.

Being asked if there has been communication reminds me just how distant things are. How far removed the strings have gotten. That use to bother me. Well, until I stopped fighting against the Celestials. Make them work and keep moving is the key.

What was right is now wrong or gone. What was important is now encased in carbonite.

The best thing from the weekend was watching episodes of "Shit My Dad Says." Had me just hollering and laughing. It stars William Shatner. Funny as hell to me.

I watched some wrestling. Natty definitely is a thick little bitch as i saw her and the smackdown folk assault raw. Between her steph mcmahon, sasha banks, the alexa bliss chick and the chick that use to be charlotte flairs protege I would definitely fuck their brains out and enslave them.

Solutions, solutions, solutions. Things definitely presented themselves fully. And it is past time to stop doing my duty and go back on the offensive.

On that Spice and dancehall now.

Makes me need to hit Jamaica again. But that will be next year for sure. It is time to get moving again. Ru asked me not to disappear again or at least just tell her when I go incognito. Like I said it really wouldn't matter since it is not like I would be missed for a year or two anyway. lol

I am just here. This completely describes everything.

No anger. No nothing at all.

Just laughter at all situations and all involved or uninvolved.


Enjoy your own beat and dance to your personal playlist.

Enjoy

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Poetry: Expectorant of Expectations

Expectorant of Expectations



The closest distance between two points
Is

Nowhere
Nothing

The fabric of existence
Torn asunder
Mutilated even

You know what they say about
The good intentions of
Men and women

Each calculated possibility
Trajectories of irrelevancy

Then I heard boom from the amplifiers
A roll of dice would have given the same effect

Uno
Domino
Bitch!

Like Karnak
A breakdown of
Normally calculated intents

Looking at displaced air
Where once
Congruent and relevant lines of
Affect, effect and destination

Left

Coughing up
Pneumonia like references
On top of diseased reverences

I think the need for an
Anti-inflammatory
Is right on time



From the chocolatezeus collection  10/29/17  ©

Welcome to the Ironclad

Communication...DEAD!
Connection...DEAD!
The Future...Hilarious Laughter!

So my week has been one of under siege. Where everyone came and got their licks in.I am really hoping the coalition is getting their best to coordinate this though.

I had to laugh when mvp asked me about everything. I had to laugh and respond that it is just Me, Myself and I as usual. The "ghost who walks" amidst the alleged loved ones and crowds.  I have always been by myself. Well except for once. So it is not big deal anymore.

Just sitting here enjoying sweet potato pie and remembering past trips and adventures. Things discusses and enjoyed. Like a photo album though, I had to revisit, remember and put that stuff back away where it all belongs.

See, I try to make sure that red and bgp are comfortable and happy with what they do and their comfort level. None of it is conventional or even convenient. But oh well they are happy with what they are doing and that is all that counts. I am happy for them.

Things have changed so drastically that I honestly stopped giving a fuck until they actually want to give a fuck and then it is only for that time period they are available for that fuck to be given.

I am tickled that it is thought that me being angry, grumpy and all truly affect as much is thought. If that was the case I wouldn't have said I loved you or what I wanted with you. But it is all good. As they say it is in the "eye of the beholder."

Not angry. Not emotional or feeling. No regrets.

I am what I am.
And what I am is....

IRONCLAD

Poetry: Do you Reember?

Do you Remember?



Moments
Filled with
Smiles and desires

A time
Were we laughed and communicated
Conversation wasn’t like an
Interrogation

When we
Fucked and made love
Until we were filled with
Pleasurable glee

Or the moments
When we just chilled
Talked, laughed and curled up
Watching tv

Do you remember?

Yeah
Me neither



From the chocolatezeus collection  10/29/17  ©