Putting it to Get it Together

This world 
was all pretty patterns and preparation.
We made
sense with these,
common and collective.

Why we cache and stash
something for our selves-
this is a game-keep away-such as
saving some sunny day money
you hope to forget about-but 
keep counting it in
the back-end.

Why we puzzle and play,
riddling and competing for solutions
and winners
between you and I-Or-
there are losers. Must be
unable to connect the dots,
incapable of collecting thoughts-

holy buckets, walking in labyrinths
following threads of logic
tangled up in theoretically.

It is the mystery that moves us,
to interpretation
without reason. Carry on. 

"And I wanted to examine that horoscope once more and to see its pattern, no matter how fantastic or catastrophic the prediction."

-Walter Mehring (from 'The Lost Library')

Featured artwork By Staecker (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Trending on Depending

The newest Nows were kept near

the generic Common Sense

but considering the recent calamities

every convenience store

is out

of stock on bare necessities,

like toiletries and these two

hot commodities that fly off shelves

frenzied with a surplus

supply, merchant diced in excess

on a roll,

around and around

with leftover Nevers

and riddled with Logos.

Image By Walker Evans, for the Farm Security Administration, taken in Alabama USA July 1936[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Duodecimo

I know.

I'm doing it all wrong.

I've likely been doing it wrong

all along.

Then I thought-

could wrong be taught?

Say an Oxymoron

a concept fell up on

Invented by those trustworthy scholars

Juxtaposed and presented by those high collars

A comic tragedy

of innocent dichotomy

Common sense

Present tense

Paradoxical Freedom Requires

Dutiful Experienced Amateurs

Mandatory Volunteerism

Conservative Liberalism

recurrent apathetic desires

passion retardant fires

and necessary luxuries

the minorities priorities

Rightly so

to show

your Blind Faith

In Truth, Things we made up called “words"

honestly are the durned purtiest things I've ever heard.

By Fragonard, Blind Man's Bluff" [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

A Sense of Commonality

Curious creatures
born with some sense
an uncommon menagerie

Included in these features
are those special moments
reminded by a stimuli-of the sensory

It's all quite clear-unless it blurs
the gift of gab is worth 2 cents
but for you, my friend, this is free

To taste sour grapes
to hear bitter words
to touch a note
or smell a rat
...feeling beautiful

When something smells fishy
our red flags are raised
whispering intuition

a bit o' Irish Banshee
a taste for success unphased
in a buzzing world of commotion

To know is to see
these senses rapture and amaze
an idea is just a nonsense notion

A pure heart will set you free
thoughts will make you crazed
lost in perpetual motion

seeking truth
hiding from reality
throwing caution to the wind
letting ourselves go
and letting ourselves go...

Let's try to be sensible
subdue this striking sensation
lost in sensitive reflection

Senses good and terrible
heightened by emotion
give us invisible detection (upon closer inspection)

When one is weak the other is able
to take charge and overrun
coming to conclusions

Are there really just these five
to remind us we're alive?
There seems much more we can derive

What about a sense of style?
The tact of a genuine smile
An air of calm, nothing for denial
a sense of humor or beguile
uncommon senses are undeniably worthwhile.


Image By Annie Swynnerton (http://sladept.com/artist/swynnerton) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. "Sense of sight" 1898.