popcorn

popcorn on the kitchen floor

crouch down

pop it in the mouth

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That thing you have to do

Oh that think you have to do.
You know the one…

That book you have to read,
the piano you have to learn,
the meditation you have to sit,
the meal you have to cook,
the language you have to learn.

To self improve is a struggle,
in which you have
that thing you have to do.

You may have your ideal self,
there within reach,
if only you had that skill,
were more learned,
had that something.

An ache
to be something more.

However it’s a shudder,
a piercing impatience held,
rattling in your mind.
Carving out that time for
that thing you have to do.

“Oh it’s worth it,”
you say to yourself.
“I will be better,
it will get better,
it has to!
I’ll learn to love it,
get that skill.
I just have to keep at it.”

But for now, it’s
that thing you have to do.

how to iambic

A game, a play, how fun. Invite me? Yes please!
Of games; my brain follows quite slow, no yes!
Wander to sleep, wonder to wake, yes no.
No trust, all sus. Beware! Go out, careful.
A form my eyes do see. A ghost, I fear.

Right there, it looks and feels like a willow,
But it does move and sway like the ocean.
There is no right, no wrong, in the word game.
Beauty, allure, glamor, polish, critique.

This is a site for my verbal vomit,
No one must read, some one might read, no bother!
I let my brain seep out onto this post.
Practice practice practice practice practice.

This did once start as utter nonsense, but now;
I do edit, to fit a metric line.
Tis fun, tis fun, enjoy I do. But really:
I just sound less Shakespeare, more Yoda.

Love

Love is not seeing
Love is being

Love is not falling
Love is built

Love is not holding tight
Love is letting go

Love is inside not outside
Love is for all not for one

Love is not a transaction
Love is not an exchange
Love is given with no expectation

Don’t let love be dictated to you
Discover your own kind of love