Constant
Continuous
Infinite
Energy
Energy never ends
it Transforms
Useful as strength
to free us
From our mind’s
Buried charms
as
buried
charms
ends
it mind’s never
our strength
From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
when the feathers fall,
and the sun shines,
through the veil,
a quiet moment is born.
for a glance.
like the sound of the city when it snows.
In that moment
is where you exist.
Free from everything,
but the present.
Breathe there with me.
Breathe with me there
In the moment
you exist
the sun shines
and falls
but when the sound of the snow
is like a city
when the veil feathers, glance through it
for that quiet moment
where
everything is born
free from the present
The truth is buried beneath
a maze of mirrors
and swallowed up in a
prime time
live
production produced for
your
entertainment
they say the truth can
set you
free
but in reality sometimes
the truth is
hard
to
swallow
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buried beneath
the prime time entertainment
the truth is
hard to swallow
but swallowed up
in a production produced for
live reality
the truth
is in a maze
and sometimes they say
truth can set you free
of your politics’ mirrors
she’s the type
that’s the kind that writes
she is quite grand
nature’s mother
when using words she is free
and doesn’t mind that I don’t know Quent
and tonight not much is what I can write
tonight her words are the words that are feeding me
and the taste is sweet
just like Pepsi
using words
the taste is sweet
nature’s Pepsi
the mother
feeding me
tonight
the words
are quite grand and
I don’t know
what I can type
not much
the words are free
and tonight
when she’s kind and doesn’t mind
she is that
just like her
she writes
is that Quent
that’s write
that is
If you don’t get the title, this isn’t for you.
Please don’t obsess over this
Or think I have some hidden meaning
Because it is for someone else.
I assure you.
Please do feel free to read on. You’re probably
Bored
Obsessed
Confused why this isn’t your ebay account (maybe your grandson Jeremy fiddled with your History or bookmarks or something)
And/or just plain curious.
This is a lighthearted note.
A throwback to a simpler time: a golden age of cassettes, Macaulay Culkin: child star, and a monkey no one could put together. Childhood. Ignorance.
Back in the day when a kid
Was a kid. The only schedule that mattered was Saturday morning
And your cartoons… And the skin of the roof of your mouth mingling with your crunch berries (when HFCS was still ok to eat. Because no one knew ingredient panels existed unless they were on a diet.)
When car phones were cool.
Before Justin Bieber, text messages, and Wii
(Super Nintendo FOREVER).
When things had BUTTONS and maps made sense.
When an iPod could have been a robot…instead of something else expensive to replace and complicated to use.
I miss and love you. I suck at communication.
The first step is acknowledging the problem.
Next I suppose is understanding my hatred of phones.
I guess I get frustrated an try to shut it all off. Then I lock myself away.
Please don’t be offended. Maybe I just don’t know how to deal
(Actually, I can’t shuffle… ;] GOUDA)
There’s something else I miss. I just can’t figure it out.
Or maybe I can’t remember.
Ever felt you know something
But you don’t?
You amaze me. You rock. I love you forever.
And I am extremely tired…but not sleepy. Please call the law offices of Kalfus and Nachman if I get jammed up.
This situation has taken me to several breaking points,
But I don’t have the balls. XD I’ve let this tumor grow.
Now I’ve got a lot of choices to make.
Even though I live in the land of Sheetz (with the Wawa’s being just one state over) I won’t look for any hidden meanings in this message that isn’t intended for me – mainly because it’s not terribly necessary; our Richmond poet wears their sentiments on their sleeve. On Labor Day it’s easy to think back and wax poetic on those old school days when things seemed simpler, easier, less confusing and free of problems and decisions. Is it the voice of the past or present we don’t understand during these moments?