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lebuc · 10 months

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on the precipice

* standing on the precipice of the rest of my life - as are you -

wondering if apprehension, resignation, expansionism, naturalism or stoicism

will be my running buddy, confidante, consigliere, wingmanperson, foil or comic relief

while i continue to tread tamped time with intrepid steps in sneakers

eschewing stiff soles & sore toes, scuff marks on treasured terra;

a sub-macro goal for this simple soul.

someone said you never walk alone,

except when you're trying to collect a debt, then -

it's o solo mios 'til you get the cheetos.

nonetheless, it's a rarity to quest without an angel or devil by your side ( not on your shoulders, like in the 'toons...)

also known as having an ace up your sleeve, a good luck charm in your pocket, or the blues' lament of being born under a bad sign.

so, who's the wingperson to help me pull the pretty premise ( & their friends ) from the providential bar or club to take home & romance?

my money’s on authentic naturalism, if i was a bettin man...

that's my burgeoning novel's projection & i'm sticking to it. peace. * 7/23 - lebuc - on the precipice

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lebuc-reblogs · 1 year

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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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lebuc · 10 months

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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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lebuc · 9 months

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fear strikes out

* fear strikes out only to find no echo from the hollow void;

only sounds of a constant drone, babbling, generated in artificial clusters, bits & bytes, simulated vocalizations...

doubt, skittishly residing in a flesh & blood body uneasily rests alongside spirit & soul as well

infused to incline, motivate & be a counterpoint to the folly into which it can lead.

faith lays out a lighted path into... should you wonder where found or who, it's inside - supplied by you

& not some oracle from above, in its inclining toward the love you feel if you haven't been taught that it isn't real.

strip all religiosity - no man, no woman, organization, congregation or governing body of elders, founders, seers, kings or conquerors may endow it...

just know you didn't & they can not make a tree, a raindrop, a bee, a grain of sand, a truffle, giraffe or a galaxy ...any of 'em.

so the power that 'bees' resides in that which created these, above. ( call it what you will )

however, what we can create & reveal is anything derived from such,

as we make it & make do for real, for the best, not from fear but out of love;

& that - i believe, is our bequest from above. * 7/23 - lebuc - fear strikes out

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lebuc · 9 months

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saturation ( deep breathing )

* saturated air holds much more than moisture to a discerner;

there's a cornucopia in the currents, a plenitude of possibilities, a plethora of prompts;

...much stuff, okay -

to be gleaned, extracted, assayed or inferred to break off & chew on - word;

simply by licking your finger, raising your hand in the air

( waving it like you just don't care...optional )

registering essence from the ether, filtering the sublime from the slimey

via a tuned nervous system, sinew, a precise perspective point

right on down to your innards for a gut's-eye view of the joint;

to digest, extrapolate, express...

lending passers-by a reason anew to no longer bemoan, be distressed or despair, while deep breathing this scion charged, verified air.

* 7/23 - lebuc - saturation ( deep breathing )

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lebuc · 9 months

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this precious life

* ...sun rises eastward over the Lake, illuminating as i peek.

hope & optimism: first vibe; i wake up, open up...greet the day.

Miles' muted trumpet on my musical alarm ...the melody & improv amidst the 'changes'

sets my mind free to stalk life's latent treasures breaking constraints & the fear, doubting its value.

the vista's light guides my tread, each step forward paves a brighter path; possibility & promise at my 'tips for a finger roll at the cup, no cap;

darkness is never total in it, there's always a spark guiding me Saiyan-style through the twists & turns, a Sudoku not yet cracked.

heaven may be vast & out of reach, but here on earth is my home, my haven:

savored sushi on sultry days, mojito or plum wine dusks, pen in hand most nights

& here shall i embrace my days with family pocketing joy, wonder, eschewing tedious media thunder & strife...

making something mellow with this one, precious life. * 7/23 - lebuc - this precious life

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lebuc · 10 months

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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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lebuc · 10 months

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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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lebuc · 9 months

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12 cents

* 12 cents left upon a store bench; in the day i'd have made a play, now i don't even flinch

skin flints & bad sense don’t really pay & my kin never raised me that way but hey - a dime ain't even a dollar worth swiping, out this mess like wes, so stop your sniping

12 cents was bus fare in my heyday riding publlc trans’ trying to earn a payday not talking bout the candy bar but the cheddar -or lettuce if you will - put in a mason jar with loose change & crumpled dollar bills.

that was past tense, now incomparable today the way inflation's made prices immense & crime pay - but who's to say if things can stop, go back like they used to be - i don't know; but you still need to check your booster in ‘23, that’s fo sho -

as for me, fully vaxxed, no cap; i'm not a rapper, ...out of here with that; just maxxed with a chat & flow, OG in the undertow - understand - from the 'Go, 'round Lincoln's lay of the land...

never bringing a bullhorn to a mike stand, commanding ovations with pen, avant among men, en garde against the yang & its ‘yen’;

read/listen again if you miss ‘em: rhymed common sense in vents prepped so sweet you wanna kiss 'em tout suite - without the mints; penny for your thoughts tho, mon ami; better yet, 12 cents.

* 7/23 - lebuc - 12 cents

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lebuc · 10 months

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hankerin’

* "an urbanista with a hankerin'..."

just using that word tells you where this'n is goin’...

'midst city smog & hoggish folk today i'm hot like overfried eggs, not those of running yolks with legs i flavor & eat with toast.

nature's reign is deaf & muted here like old spice stored in mason jars set aside for rubes to revere - appalling!

its easy to deride or kid proliferated prisons with a view & a door up 35 floors with a laid out grid below

an elision of blues, deck shuffling & show for the easily amused - not me or you or those who know better.

to the letter, i’m uneasy with a putative peace englazed over street beats thought tantalizing to taste, thought sweet

not realizing the case to be made for unfettered skies under night's shade only - even better, pony rides without need for a tether or permit

from stony faces unable to decode the grit encrusted in competence’ veneer. to all - i beseech, here... instead of reacting, relate - please uncrease & emanate,

for God's sake - to satisfy that hankerin' before our soul's uneasy wake. * 7/23 - lebuc - hankerin'

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lebuc · 9 months

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'buc's eye view

* intertwining bonds of family, lovers, friends; central threads from which we append, near or far

support, pull us, unravel, realign; nothing simple in its weave

when we grasp the filaments' imperfect yet total connection.

as a collective what canvases we shall paint

with strokes vibrant, grim, brush-dipped in sorrows, bliss, time-torn touches of scars, sealing kisses;

a layered survey reveals our story: past glories in bold hues, amidst dark actions, uncouth

for 'self-evidence' has not been our experience with truth.

what ethic will guide our hands, minds & heart? could greater compassion light a way?

or whatever hope resides in true moral courage & empathy's reign though the times may to some extent disdain;

call upon the wisdom of ages, sages' subtle grace over varied stages

of justice, love & support for people, not just mere profit; freedom's imperative shared with equals on earth;

otherwise, get off it. * 7/23 - lebuc - 'buc's eye-view * * Claude AI prompted

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lebuc · 10 months

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obsidian shine

* though current events appear to diminish obsidian shine

as they proliferate & germinate in mass consciousness,

those who're aware know the sheen can't be extinguished, unless we all are - personally

& that's a bridge too far - far as i can see; so folk would do well to let it be.

as for us, at our best we shall not relinquish the quest,

have any fear of being devout or caring what others do in the shakeout,

given an even playing field...

...or if not, guess we'll have to till & fill, sowing seeds by the mil - to vest;

to help the best crest, the rest quest

that we all may be blessed into & though the distress of striving

while we're just laughing, jiving like a liquored crowd on comedy night.

no matter where or when, we'll continue to fight for right,

not only wade, but sail, in b-boats* we float (not aiming to gloat);

regardless, cream rises.

that's the base that others flail & try to erase, failing to make the case at face value;

because treasured souls always add grace & graciousness is always divine

no matter the hue it's packaged within; no matter what - obsidian will shine... & shine again. * 7/23 - lebuc - obsidian shine * f.u.b.u.

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lebuc · 10 months

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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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lebuc · 10 months

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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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lebuc · 10 months

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going home ( a better dream )

* in dreams, my grandest nightmares involved some obstacle preventing me from getting back home:

a big dog, growling at me & slobbering;

miscreants loitering on the corner blocking my way;

no bus coming while i waited, or if it did, it was the wrong one...

damn - a better dream would surely have been me building a new home while i was out, ( i know - but it's a dream...)

inviting my folks & everyone else to the housewarming,

sending *them* home, later; yeah, that would have been better.

living the years i have & in my awakened state, mind you...

i now understand that ‘going home’ ( for good? hmmm...) is nowhere close to being the problem

i once dreamed it was. * 6/23 - lebuc - going home ( a better dream )

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lebuc · 10 months

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emulate

* "can you write like some other poets - y'no, the greats?"

ah..like some a'dem with no pulse or real beat, just branches broken, tossed out on the street into muddy waters

that maybe make a plip, or a splush, & not pure splashes with concentric waves emanating rhythmically

synced to the pulse of nature, naturally with a melody unmuted inherent, estimable & uniquely suited to a walking, talking poet parent

infused with african blood coursing veins in rare & encephalographic blips recording a life's heartbeat

...in this life. here. today.

so who we talkin? who? * 6/23 - lebuc - emulate

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