I emerging..

i'm a daffodil
emerging from the cold
along the places where the cold snaps! for good and does not linger
i am thriving now

translucent skin
touch my face and i will die
but please
touch it anyway

every time i fall
another flies
we understand that we are grounded and tied and enmeshed
there is none beside me that isn't me

touch us all
we will rise again
in spring
we are the ever ascending corpse
toward the God of humanity who understands him not

jPayne, freewrite

January 31st, 2018

The Vow

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I woke this morning with purpose and an outline.
I went back to bed to dream and lie upon it.
I woke again the self-same questions plagued me so,
I sat upon the ground with wrinkled outline and made up sonnets.

Barefoot I rose still, just how would I proceed?
The day wound on, the walking sun set low behind the hill.
I fashioned a spoon from wood, and ate the day gone by,
around the tender carvings in my tomb.

I struck a match and lit the little hovel there,
imparting to the fire what lay around the stack.
And then by daybreak returned the sleep I lacked
smelling strong of pine and campfires and thoughts of never turning back.

The birds flew south above my head and a chill came on
the earth was not yet cool to permafrost
the sinking imprint of my body there among needles
was sure the kindest rest I never lost.

I lay my wadded purpose next to spoon and outline
I walked out mid-afternoon among the pines.
The fuel for doubt and warmth is little consolation there
when the meaning less of life prints paper ties.

I ran into the warmth released in great migration,
but pondered still on what I'd left behind.
Some purpose driven caffeine messiah complex maybe,
and the smiling edges on my burning list
breathing one last time!

To be enough to be the gift, Vagabond, "Embody good!"
and for this good for life it's this just this to know now.
What purpose little purpose here comes bowing knee to joy,
and rising up to greet should strife oppose
this immortal vow.

jPayne 29.1.2018
…

To the future

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Here's the future. You heard it here first. ‬

‪Man jumps Don's wall and swims to America. Gets job with SpotifyYard.com and mows the grass for slave wages and beans. Im ok with this because my forefathers were also a cheese pairing bunch of slave drivers looking to trim the hedge and the bottom line and it seems somehow I am programmed to be just the same. Weird. ‬

‪Fast forward 40 years: SpotifyYardExpress.com sends a Robot to mow the now food color green yard for an oil bath, toothbrush detail, and a recharge and 9.95 a month. All the while I fail to notice the self-terminating grass gave the dog and the neighbors kid cancer. Anywho, MY children, now half-machine are suddenly preaching #botrights with face in a phone. #weirder‬

‪Fast forward.. comes full circle again. White kid named Josh comes out of wormhole soaking wet and knocks on the door claiming he made 25 bucks in 1983 by mowing a yard the old fashioned way. AND he claims he got hired a fair wage to do the same odd job by the now neighbor, a robot named Tex who lives right across the road from me!‬

‪We I tell ol' Josh, "no thanks, Josh from 1983, but I get my yard done at SpotifyYardExpress.com.‬
‪Suddenly my own sickly kidbot looks up from his phonebrain taking critical note of sadly events. He jumps up puts down his phonebrain, runs out into the yard and starts an analogue yard service with Josh from the past. Their customers? Robots with chemical free grass who are programmed to pay a fair wage to the human kind.

And the moral of this story is:
My loss; his brain.‬

‪jPayne 2018‬

"Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, 'We will not walk in it."
‪Seer Jeremiah 655 BC‬