Going Nowhere Fast?! -Promote Yourself

 

They choose to see one as stuck

Simply because they cannot understand

Motionless, idle and unprogressive

But is it really so?

Or perhaps the point of view from a perspective subjective?

That within itself…

Knows not which way to choose?

Look upon today…

But see only yesterday

Vision on a delay?

Fail to see adjustments

Conforming,

The bending of…

To extremes

Now beyond breaking

If a reed be captured

By a photographer’s lens

On a breezy day well into a lean,

Will not that same reed stand tall in the sun on a calmer day?

The pictures visualized are only in the eyes of the beholder

Freeze framed in a mind

Or animated like pictures on pages

Rapidly flipped through in a heart

Living,

moving,

so fast like the wings of a hummingbird

appearing still to the naked eye,

yet beating fiercely unseen

Capturing the hover…

the purposeful burst of speed at the appointed time

 which the eyes simply are not allowed to follow

awaiting to be discovered

in new eyes.

• anthony gomez

 

Strolling Through The City of Shadows. – Promote Yourself

 

The television roars white noise 

In my darkened room.

Outside silent roads flank giant concrete tombs.

Empty cubes stacked high,

Each a square faced abyss

Filled only with specks of dust that hover there 

As if by unseen strings.

My footsteps are thunderclaps inside the blank geometry.

They reverberate as I stroll about,

Echoing a sombre soliloquy,

Diminishing down darkened corridors

and deafened doorways.

Building upon building.

Street upon street.

A city of grey empty shoeboxes

Occupied by shadows, 

Who drift on shoeless feet,

Floating just off the ground.

Who don’t pass by each other but instead pass through

And when they can no longer pass at all they simply 

Cease,

Fall to their knees,

And let the others flock in silence to feed.

Who have no mouth, no ears and no eyes

And have severed all corporeal ties.

Who lurk in stone-built halls

And cathedrals that tear the sky.

Converging in submerged stations

And sitting in silent, faceless cinemas

Watching black and white projections 

Void of all but the bleakest emotions.

Who meander down boulevards 

Lined with bare trees of blackened bone.

Who are forever surrounded

And forever alone.

A city of anonymity;

Adrift in some unknowing state of separation.

Where stars scream defiantly 

Silent serenades to the night sky.

Echoing past dreams minutely vibrant;

Gone in the blink of an eye.

Where the moons burns a brightly curved scimitar

Onto the dark canvas above.

Cutting those who reach out too far

Grasping for its celestial love.

The television roars white noise

In my darkened room.

By Jay St John Knight.

theopusofajaybird.wordpress.com

DRAGON EGGS – Promote Yourself

Dragon eggs, though very small

Will yield a beast surprisingly tall.

All it takes is a safe wet abode

To yield a monster oh so bold.

So if you find their eggs, it would set the world a shiver

With the awesome possibility the beast may someday deliver.

But if it’s near the dawn of the day

Take your find, then straight away

Invite your friends, but tell not what you found

And create a huge omelet to go around.

Walt Trizna

https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/