Interface Poetry: Daytime REM

Interface Poetry: Daytime REM: My sleep doesn't satisfy My coffee does care It takes me to waking Where I cannot stare My eyes are in REM* Even during the day No...

End of the Harvest

From simple Americans
I was brought forth
Metering gaiety
Worshiping work

Patient and steady
Skillful and sound
Creatively fixing
What fate pronounced

I learned from work horse
I learned from the lamb
I learned from the hawk
I rejected and ran

None of it promised
A welcoming dawn
The only rainbows
Appeared after storms

Now that the harvest
Is almost done
I am reflective
And safe with the Sun.

Assist the New Strains

I thought it was barbaric
I thought they were crude
I thought they were cruel
I thought they were rude

I watched their successful
Plodding through life
I wrestled away from them
With all of my might

I ruined all assemblages*
Of their chosen path
Layered over my will
In a wide swath**

I experimented with others
I looked and I searched
I crumbled completely
Then I was re-birthed

To come here with nothing
To come here with love
You must know this coarseness
So said those from above

Now I have learned it
Left off the remains
Now I am free to
Assist the new strains***.

*Assemblages - A collection or gathering of things or people.
A machine or object made of pieces fitted together

**Swath - A row or line of grass, grain, or other crop as it lies when mowed or reaped.
A strip left clear by the passage of a mowing machine or scythe.

***Strains - A breed, stock, or variety of an animal or plant developed by breeding.

Interface Poetry: Boredom's Vow

Interface Poetry: Boredom's Vow: I have no memories I have no past Identity too slow to last Free from image Free from most Free from everything I lost Losing is a b...

Smoker's Connection to Other Dimensions (from EVE's OTHER blog)

Smoking is as socially pervasive and yet as morally condemned as sex. The comparisons to sex don't end there, but that's a topic for another blog. ;) In this entry, I will explore the patterns I have noticed. (read more)

Wake Up In Love

Do I wake up in love with a partner?
Do I wake up in love with my cat?
Do I wake up in love with my surroundings?
Do I wake up in love where I'm at?

Can I control all the unknowns of waking?
Can I control all the unknowns of sleep?
Can I glide through dreams easily knowing?
Waking is where I can reap?

Will I forever be able to maintain
A true and sure home base of love?
Waiting to land in the morning
No matter what hell sleeping was?

-Eve Featherstone

Interface Poetry: They Asked Me a Question

Interface Poetry: They Asked Me a Question: They asked me a question I answered with ease It bounced off of one Another it pleased. They asked me more questions I told them the tr...