flame
*
moth to flame
your destiny wafts,
drawn by an elemental warmth
...no escaping it.
neither dust,
mist nor derelection
serves as a denier
& that wick - eternally bright
burns - though i'd just
as soon say
it bubbles out of you
& i'm entranced very time, flame
...damn these singed wings.
*
5/23 - lebuc - flame
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Our Souls Long For New Conquests 3.2.23
"The Moonlit Night Soon Begins"
Good hunter, oh, hunter, the evening is here
For the beasts are afoot, but you needn’t not fear
I am here to guide you, beside you all night
Safe beneath lantern’s red flame, left alight
The crowds are large and full of fearful men
With flame and fury to route nightmares again
How by the blood, boiling, spoiling spilled, man is made
Overfull in social exchange to see good inside slowly fade
Neophyte hunter, good and fair outsider, oh, foolish route
Alone you now, seeking lanternal warmth, answer ill to suit
Metropolitan men, make full the hunt, glimmered beast in eye
Gluttonous, vile, oh, bloodied deed so few the sightful sigh
Hunter, hunted, teeth to teeth will bloody taste
Whose blood is tasted, wasted, seek answer ahead in haste
Be granted eyes to see unseen
I’m here to hold you, dream’s rest between
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Chat GPT sussed me out!
Chat GPT, analyze some of my January poems, please:
“These poems explore themes of self-reflection, societal issues, and the human condition.
The first poem, "mili-you", seems to reflect on the idea of individualism and how it can be both positive and negative for society.
The second poem, "nobody has to", encourages the reader to explore their own creative spirit and not be constrained by societal expectations.
The third poem, "window", suggests that our perception of reality is limited and that there is more to explore and discover.
The fourth poem, "skin i'm in", emphasizes the importance of self-awareness and being present in the moment, despite outside distractions.
The last poem, "those without hope" focuses on empathy and understanding for those who are struggling and feeling hopeless.
All of these poems have a contemplative and introspective tone and convey a sense of searching for deeper meaning in life.”
You got it! (...or me!)
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embodiment of a dream
*
apprenticeship
preceeds any notion of skill
or its flaunting as an impresario,
a knowing master of the game
gaining influence & accolades
by the pound or bushel,
whichever's apt.
how long,
how many years,
how many lifetimes
must it necessarily take
to attain, to boldly go*
forth & claim the stake
rightly owned by your 10,000
(...hours)
plus the fortitude
to so do for so long
in the strong belief that
one day, you'll live
to see, to be...
the living embodiment of a dream:
your reality
for all the world to see.
how long indeed?
*
6/23 - lebuc - embodiment of a dream
* we all know from whence this is...
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gracefully, if at all
*
lightning bugs*
grace our front porch post-dusk
gathering around its light;
greater-elder respecting
it seems,
as game truly does recognize game,
...best done gracefully, if at all.
summer’s solstice
sends certain sights & sounds
our way, enthralling us
if only it could be year round...
by so doing,
we could enjoy the display
until midnight from the dawn
knowing
we've not yet lost our way
lured by
the blue illusions' glow
too often held in our palm.
*
7/23 - lebuc - gracefully, if at all
*some say fireflies...not i.
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waves, rocks & pebbles
*
like frothy sea foam
washing up on shore
pushing my once-craggy
pebbles of pride
into smoothed stones, eventually;
i've learned to endure,
endear myself to the waves:
how they gather, surge, crest & break
then pass, making way for another
& another, ad infinitum.
should you prevail,
you’ll come out smooth,
real smooth - ask anyone...
but no less a rock than always.
*
4/23 - lebuc - waves, rocks & pebbles
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then & now
*
nostalgia - a fickle mf,
knocks on the door of a well-done destiny
with rusty brass knuckles
just to find no one home there
anymore.
when you two-step 'longside it,
there's a slim-to-none chance
the dance will have a happy ending;
& you’re left tending to the fallout
from false expectations
spinning wheels in your mind
that never begin to unwind
the heartstrings you once held in your hand.
dropped on today's doorstep
after that misbegotten shlep, checking
your hat, overcoat & shoes; the lint in your
pocket for clues;
some concealed antidote
to the blues' onset, descending
like cold rain from a storm cloud
( only it's arid & certainly not loud )
upon your brain, then beneath your ribs,
past those aching muscles
down to the nerves
like some nagging soul neuralgia
wracking your consciousness;
serving up a dish
best left on this moment’s platter
lukewarm & undisturbed
where nostalgia let you off
end-of-the line, last stop:
sitting on your hands, by the side of the curb.
*
3/23 - lebuc - then & now
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fog
*
there is a fog,
a significant measure of mist,
arisen.
from underneath,
motions are made with alacrity
beyond the cloud is where
clarity reigns.
fog, however
permeates without permission,
penetrates crevices
whereby craniums cry
voicing asphyxiated screams.
there are fans
which dissipate;
which must, however
be turned toward the mist.
they don’t function in fury,
propelling only from a peaceful vantage;
absent this, there is
a significant measure of mist, rising;
absent, there is a fog.
*
6/23 - lebuc - fog
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magma
*
extend your boundary to infinity*
to a creative,
nothing's off-limits,
everything's in play
from the alpha to the omega
of passion, mentation, expression,
agitation
the flowing magma of matter from spirit
is yours to behold...& mold.
ask the mountains
or the roiling sea, they won't answer;
but will continue to do
what only they can do, irrespective
of boundaries,
save gravity & moon tides.
but *your* pull is really a push - spirit, mind
outward into the stratosphere & beyond
should you really dream big - if not,
good ol' mother earth can still use a tweak or two;
from some warm, surging river of life
surrounding a you-sized peak.
*
6/23 - lebuc - magma
* said oh, one in particular...
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centered soul
***
from the inverse
of an eagle-eye view,
the setting sun elbows through
muggy grey clouds and a foggy dusk
lending a meager luminosity
in a lament-filled existence,
quick dealt on the daily
if you let it.
but - here i stand
as a conundrum from the dust;
dawn-filled & daring - raring to go,
to grow synapses, past booby trapses,
( ...thanks, Gollum )
from varied minions mental lapses
to yet entrap rapturous content,
for a soul afire, flint - under the
purview of peaceful desire
all a centered soul
truly aspires to,
heav’n sent.
***
5/23 - lebuc - centered soul
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one mere day
*
...a person, a position,
perspective or some purpose -
myriad reasons to stay
or go from a space.
the tidals which pull upon one’s innards
surge, ebb
& never relent, tho unfailingly gentle
so as not to leave it rent;
that's best left to an indeterminate head
& heart unfocused.
but believe you, me -
act
& believe me, you - that
there is more ‘isness’
than any one mere day* can handle;
more, even
than many such days.
so live. love. something. someone. everyday;
or at least - for one more
mere day.
*
6/23 - lebuc - one mere day
* Father's Day/Juneteenth weekend
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too fixed up
*
brain is too much with...
mind is too much,
too much plan...thought...'figure fixn'.
survey, edit, redo...
where's whim?
muse's voice within, unmediated...
ai?
what about gi?
- gut intelligence,
pit power, empty stomach stanzas,
thirst themes,
hunger words & phrases;
raw writing
...of deprivation, starvation -
food? no!
of life's languid luxe -
living lo-cal, additive free.
a good night's sleep,
good breakfast,
good coffee
& the new day dawns damned bright (ly*).
*
6/23 - lebuc - too fixed up
*old habits die...
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wild outside
*
let's catch some rays & ions
in the wild outside -
on green grass or sand floors,
where there's not to be found
any barred gates or closed doors;
instead we stan brightness,
spanning a commanding sky
pre-night light
to help ease our souls
out of their fabricated shells
& you know that’s alright.
dwellings, tho useful, shield us
from friendly cosmic emanations
immersing all inhabitants on planets...
stars...nations,
tho we've yet
to actually see a star-child,
we'd be loath to assume
we're the only adults
in the galaxy’s room all this while.
we deny this at our peril,
placing a conceptual ceiling
on our true home
& the soul healing suffused
in that vast, unending haven;
freeing us from petty vexations,
while our self-reflection relaxes
on a much-needed vacation.
*
4/23 - lebuc - wild outside
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inoculation
*
a time span
has its particular preoccupation
& living through
smears you with its goo -
sounds like glue -
just not as sticky, gelatinous
& will attach to you
if not forcibly removed.
a change of clothing
& of mind
is often needed
or others may recognize
if you aren't newly outfitted.
my plan is to attempt
an inoculation;
cover my being
with a reflective tarp,
become time's asymptote,
unfettered by the span.
so, what era is clinging to you, right now?
*
6/23 - lebuc - inoculation
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consume
*
we ingest
literally, figuratively
many species' life force,
our own...
span the plant & animal kingdom,
vegetables, creatures of the deep blue.
...& when they fight back in their habitat,
we deem them wild predators without empathy,
whom we’re reluctant to peacefully co-exist with
outside of capturing them in cages or behind bars
should extra terrestrials be found
would they sate us?
or their life force transform,
elevating us into another dimension,
some higher phase?
...as we typically believe that flesh has a higher
nutritional value & is a cheaper source of sustenance
or life energy, requiring less capital expenditure to make
& maintenance to keep
because it seems a given
that we would somehow, in some way
consume them
...once our thought leaders determine & legislate
that they are alien to us in form, customs & language,
then deems them enemies; a threat to our way of life
& continued existence
...or be consumed *
*
7/23 - lebuc - consume
* should they think like we do...
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tragicomic soup
*
good stock, chicken w/ a pinch,
garlic powder
scallions, sliced shrooms, any kind will do
splash o' lemon,
lime - if you got it
now i'm not a jalopeno person, but if you are
this'd be the perfect place
for a slice or two;
& you know that
no noods are bad noods, right?
...pick 'em & stick 'em.
then take your grilled waygu steak slices
by hand
& dunk each one - dont let go!
...into the soup,
smile, look at the camera and say
"Gotcha!"
(nah - use chopsticks & soup ladle like any civilized person...)
turn back toward the bowl
& knock it off the table with your elbow - dropping
the steak cause of the shock.
take a minute
to lament your misfortune,
your crazy delusion:
imagining there's a camera that
you don't possess, filming -
in the apartment where you live alone
talking to who knows who, with no phone plan,
where your internet died hours ago
& now you got no soup.
*
5/23 - lebuc - tragicomic soup
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