Disassemble the Vacuum
disassemble the vacuum
the stars have dirtied
orbits come to a standstill
glitter lost to dusty decay
black holes refuse to function
tunnels are clogged
no longer passages for time
stellar debris and discarded string
I ask you
what in the dust devil
is that smell
the matrix is scorched and burned
and so … disassemble the vacuum
it has lost its power
the pressure differential flattened
the flow lost its direction
lost its light up and glow
disassemble the vacuum
sweep up the slate
wipe the tapestry clean
and beat out the rug
don’t pester me with coughing
just disassemble the vacuum
reassemble it, part by part
maybe it will work again
From My Rumble Response
I don't know if she left feces on the bed ... but she sure has been flinging it. Communicating by coprolites (word of the day;) should not be encouraged among enlightened beings.
Let the past serve its purpose and not come to deny love in the present.
The trial allowed me to gain some insight into the psychological condition of humanity that I did not want to personally embody. Now, I have largely lost interest. I hope they both find love and expansion; they both deserve this despite what preceded.
Johnny Depp is a good and actor and Amber to my estimation is not and lacking in kindness and empathy. (at the moment). I am not interested in seeing her pretend anymore. I am NOT interested in either's bowel movements. Like EVER. You don't know Amber Heard but being an actor and a meditator; I bet you know when someone is lying. Stanislavsky could drive a convoy through those beats.
Advice to actors ... the space between words should be filled with empathy; your characters attempt to understand the other character; space for the other to communicate, and not Duper's delight or more 'woe is me'. Good advice for life too, maybe. I really do wish both Amber and Depp more love, a never-ending supply, but you need truth for that.
Fernweh
there exists a place
where the streets are narrow
cobbled and lined with trees
gluttonous potted plants
petals, leaves, and berries
over-flow and cascade
to the stones below
there exists a place
where cars have been banished
to the nether regions
of the upper crust
pedestrians hold sway
passing bikes pay homage
with a ring-a-ting-ting
but keep safely to the left
there is no
rush hour mournings
there exists a place
where fruit trees are abundant
nourishment and nurture is free
homes are well-kept
there is one for everyone
this place where laws are passé
all-the-rage done away with
buried and entombed
a place where
the only rule submitted to
is the graceful sovereignty
of compassion, kindness, and care
Oy, my Twitter feed shows up with DeepHeard, and I have absolutely no idea why at all. There are bigger things to focus my time on. I've never been a big fan of Johnny Depp (I think I've only ever really enjoyed two of his movies, and one of them wasn't even his) but, y'know, he certainly didn't deserve to have his career ruined. Ah, the fickle nature of the court of public opinion. We're all of us supreme justices there.
I can't argue; it is indeed high distraction from all the other things going on.
Very beautiful flowers!