Control Alt Delete

Control alt delete

No longer an uninvited visitor…

with the voyeurism of an inquisitor.

Enlisting the engines of obscurity,

satisfying nothing more, than bit-form curiosity.


With control, I alt-delete my recent history,

the continual refresh button of adultery.

Hiding from myself that I so, so cared.

I return home, clearing the screen of how he fared.


In his absence, he slowly scrolls out of view,

without needing to restart, I am able to renew.

Disappearing off the monitor of life, with a click,

with the apparent ease, of one dipping their wick.


Updates downloading of their own accord,

virus free, I log into the new and unexplored.

Replacing my old software with a new program,

seeing through the self-created hologram.

No Coward Soul Is Mine. By Emily Brontë

Emily Brontë has been called one of the great English lyric poets and has found admirers among other poets. Emily Dickinson thought so highly of Emily Brontë’s poetry that she chose “No coward soul” to be read at her funeral.

No coward soul is mine

No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere

I see Heaven‘s glories shine

And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear


O God within my breast

Almighty ever-present Deity

Life, that in me hast rest,

As I Undying Life, have power in Thee


Vain are the thousand creeds

That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,

Worthless as withered weeds

Or idlest froth amid the boundless main


To waken doubt in one

Holding so fast by thy infinity,

So surely anchored on

The steadfast rock of Immortality.


With wide-embracing love

Thy spirit animates eternal years

Pervades and broods above,

Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears


Though earth and moon were gone

And suns and universes ceased to be

And Thou wert left alone

Every Existence would exist in thee


There is not room for Death

Nor atom that his might could render void

Since thou art Being and Breath

And what thou art may never be destroyed.

Misguided Fear

Integrity holds my gaze.

Her virtues shining,

obscured no more

by the will of others,

whose pain adopted my heart.

My eyes hold firm,

her standards,

my mirror image.

My attention momentarily lost,

I look away

and see doubt standing

in the corner.

The universally, unwelcome guest,

with an air of entitlement,

like she owns the place.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

An energetic vampire,

a conviction sucking leach.

I’m surprised she’s got the nerve,

the nerve to show her face…

I turn back to my reflection,

ignoring the fraudulent baiting.

The catcall of unworthy venom,

that spews from her distorted fear.

Our fear.

My fear.

My fear of believing

I am everything and more.

My fear

of knowing, I am everything and more.

My fear.

That cumbersome weight

with no mass.

My fear.

My misguided fear.

Your misguided fear.

A day like any other

Monday Meme:

Mold of a victim killed in the eruption of Vesuvius at Pompeii in 79 AD

(When they excavated the ruins of Pompeii, they found cavities that were formed by ash and rocks covering the victims.  Archeologists in 1848 poured plaster into the cavities, and revealed the victims’ forms.  Excavations of the ancient city have been ongoing in this area since 1600s).

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A day like any other, did my mortal coil unwind

Unraveling the impermanence, the folly of mankind

In permanence, my shadow, is all that remains

The screams of fear silenced, by the dark ashen rains

That enveloped my body and freed me from source

In the eruption of creation, that time continues to indorse

The three-dimensional form, nothing more than a veil

Of humanities powerless hold, over the physical detail

There’re a surplus of paddles, in the place called shit creek…

Do you want to know how, you can make true love stay?

How to anchor it down, so it won’t drift away?

Well, first you must learn, how to hold you own gaze

Learn to live in the moment and not wish away days

Do not let your intentions, become meaningless words

Your integrity, the standards, by which you are heard

When life seems too much, there are lessons to learn

Have courage to look inwards and that way you’ll discern

That others may act without care, without thought

Yet within your own heart, you will always stand court

You are never lost or alone, in this strange human land

In another dimension, someone’s holding your hand

Some days you’ll feel sadness, but for whom do you cry?

If you keep looking behind, then the tears will not dry

Learn to trust and live life, without judgement or care

Know you’re meant to be happy, not to dwell in despair

Today is today, the past has taken its leave

The present, a gift, which only you can receive

You’re never a fool; you’re beautiful and unique

There’re a surplus of paddles, in the place called shit creek…

The Fettered Mind

The inner doctrine, a curse

of life’s latitude.

Stumbling blind

amongst the obstacles.

Blocking nothing more

than free will.

The clear path, veiled

by the obstinate ego.

The resistance to rise

to new levels, for fear

of the depth of failure.


in opposition to thought,

unknown by the fettered mind

drunk on its own confusion,


by its longing for sobriety.