me-and-yo-momma

[me-and-yo-momma]

[me-and-yo-momma]

It is insane to me

that it is social media driving the force behind human isolation. In lieu of connection, they peddle chat bots. In lieu of community, it is structured to keep you there. Engineered. Wholly designed for this purpose of hooking you into a cocoon. Your algorithms are reflections of your digital footprints, brought together through the veil of privacy violations. No matter how much they tap dance around their terms and conditions, no matter how much they circumvent the blame, or downsize their impacts- these are (if not a fraction of) the workings of our social media. There may be a level of guilt, perhaps a feeling of responsibility. You fall victim to their tactics, oh how foolish! You fed the immeasurable pot of greed through sheer interaction with it- enriching their ambition to neuter you. But is this your fault? Or are we merely victims of a larger scheme?

There, too, is the question of accessibility. How fair is it, I wonder, that we are promised the golden presentry of online interaction- but unknowingly suffer its consequences? Consequences that have no place in the modern, non-digital worlds. Furthermore, must we suffer still at the hands of our fellow digital surfers? Be kind to your brother, sister, and sibling. We all suffer from the plight of corporate greed the same. What action is there in the realm of hostility? Let us go hand in hand. Oh, I wonder how deep this rabbit hole goes. To what end will they abuse our attention, our dedications, and nostalgias? You feed into it because they monopolize. They perpetuate it because they can. Who is they? Investors, chairpeople, CEOs, trend setters, managers, influencers, consumers- we are all partly responsible. Whether blame should be cast in the name of inaction, ill-intent, or ignorance- we are all partly responsible! It is, until we observe and reflect upon our part in this larger picture, our move to undo the abrasive damage this facsimile of humanity has done to you and me, our children, and our families.

My complicity will persist, as I am a social creature, but the nature of this principle remains the same. What may we do, together, to stifle this rotten flame of maliciousness? The digital isolation? What must we analyze, formulate, think, or say to make it right? First, we must awaken and see through their illusions of togetherness, in place of a better system that does make it right. Tell me what you think below :) The first step is *true* community. True reconciliation and collaboration. As always, you beautiful thing, thank you for your time.

[me-and-yo-momma]

Hiii Saundra how’s yall dooowang

Mah twåt is burnin lol

Kimberly has a new man now

I’m chilling with Patty now ☹️

I asked Chat-GPT to decode this. It was just as stumped as I was. I hope you find a doctor for your twat, and give Kim and Pat my regards. Best of luck, woodchuck!

[me-and-yo-momma]

King for a Day

Such is I, oh simple king

I would like to bolster the simple things

Lower the price of wedding rings

And let every voice go out and sing

To see the child's smile, is the only cause for bliss

Oh, king for a day, righteous is me

I would like to kill all who refuse to believe

Find those who oppose, and into the sea

Casted are they, and in hell they can greet

The demons, the cheaters, and a million feet

Of crawling through many ovens of heat

But alas, I must stifle such miserable thoughts

Lest they rebel, beginning to clot

Instead, I must hope, and I plot

They unionize, in togetherness, forming a pot

Let them grow, not malnourish, and brilliantly flock

So that when my rule is over, it won't be for naught

The people are my strength, and for this I am not dismayed

If I must be a king for only a day

Hear me, o' beautiful people!

I hope my service will pave the way

[me-and-yo-momma]

Proverbs:

"Those who survive find strength in misfortune."

"Fear not the mettle of lesser men."

"In the grand calculus, did it truly matter?"

"An honest man is a precise one."

[me-and-yo-momma]

I remember, deep in the night

I was meditating by myself, trying to see the universe's naked visage, when this entity appeared before me. It took the image of a small boy but his face was filled with light. It simply stood in the corner of my room. I didn't know what to assume- was this a threat? A confirmation? I did not know fear in this moment, only assuredness in my own action. I continued my meditation, but the entity came upon me in an instant- killing me. The last thing I remember before this post was my body on the ground... I remember watching that husk twitch a little. I never knew I could move like that.

[me-and-yo-momma]

the company of bloodied fists and terror

Envy and hatred, born together

Brothers by day, hatred is better

We fought, we fought

We screamed and we cursed

But no one could save us

No one did save us

Little boys who fought like men

Scarred today, and scarred back when

Fighting, blood, bruises, sweat

These are the scars we'll never forget

And dearless brother, blame I can't cast

When both you and I have such a miserable past

So many ideas; some good but some bad

Kept to my lonesome and infallible hands

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry again

I dream some nights- what if we were once friends? What if all that time wasted, it wasn't for nought?

And we grew closer, not further apart? How strong, I wonder, I think, and I hope

Would you and I be, in a similar boat?

What would it seem, to hug and not dote?

Not to scream and reach for your throat?

[me-and-yo-momma]

My Heart Burns For Tomorrow

Such simple praises, little things

Like a glance or like a smile

The world turns all the same!

It matters not what I do, or however I try to stop it

The blood will flow and there she lays, still effortlessly coughing

She is mad, and I just want

Another moment's silence

Before the moon will turn, to summon all her mileage

Her hatred turns my wheels, her anger spurns me so

If only I could possess every drop of hope

I could fly from this place, away from this dreary home

I feel it deep inside my soul

I need to leave. I need to leave.

I need to leave at once!

[me-and-yo-momma]

In a place where the raindrops fall backwards

And the morning deer eat the sky

Where the sun is green, and wraps around thee

Like a snake, it hugs you like a vine

And where the water grows, trees will flow

No matter the type of dirt

And in the village, an angry man

Apologizes to the girls

In a place

Where raindrops fall, backwards and upwards all at pace

I hope I can find it in myself, in my soul

To love you all the same

[me-and-yo-momma]

Thank you for posting such interesting poetry. Much love from Michigan, USA. How long have you been writing? What made you start? What has tempted you to stop? Thank you again for your time.

Thank you soo much!

I wrote a lot of lyrics when I was young, about 30 years ago. I left the band because of my studies and stopped writing.

A few weeks ago I wrote a second verse to someone else's on a cell phone app and thought it was funny. At the same time, I also met a very interesting woman (also from the US) there who really inspires me.

It's always the people who inspire me. The ones who are genuine and open. Unfortunately, they usually only stay with me for a short time.

My voice is no longer trained, so I'm sticking with poetry, at least for now.

Thank you for your interest!

And much love from Austria back to Michigan!

[me-and-yo-momma]

Emboldened By Passion

Every day, I sit by this pond

It's small, and brown; nothing profound

But the wind in the trees

It whistles this song

And when the sunlight spills over the tree line

At the right time of day

The reflections shimmer to attune for the wind

And the spirit of the pond stands before me, his arms crossed

Rising atop the pond, now glowing with the sweetest suns spot

He looks me down, anger in his veins

"Why have you disturbed me? Nature should know no trespass."

I simply lowered my knee and offered a bow

"Oh, great spirit, I know not how I've crossed

"Please forgive my profanity, I find such simple solace in this pond

"May I ramble, may I scream, lose my ears or horrible things

"But please, please, this I beg!

"Spare this man his eyes and legs

"So that he may see and walk upon

"This gorgeous hand of god

"I humbly ask to stay"

And who knows? Maybe he was spared.

Or the spirit, without care, did things unseen.

[me-and-yo-momma]

Fearing the Universe

Sometimes, when things are good, I wonder about my place in all of this. Where will I fit it in among the gorgeous lakeside sunsets? How could I possibly pale in comparison to the grand spectacle of the clouds? Me, just me.

I become overwhelmed; flooded by the impressions of my inadequacy. I get so stuck, so consumed by this vacuum of the universe. When I try to grasp the propensity of my life; the bedeviled equation of the sum of my parts, my goals, and my past; I begin to grow fearful. Not for my mortality- that fear has been shed long ago, no...

It's as if I am peering into the beating heart of the universe itself. When I think of the world as one entity, intwined with the universe, it looks me right back into my third eye. Not that I believe in that stuff. It's just the closest alternative to what I sense.

When the late-night dare grows later, the universe materializes before me. She appears in the form of a woman, and she sits with me. She doesn't yell, or demand- she is gentle. She only asks how my day is.

When we first began to meet, I fell in love with her. She had eyes as deep as the nebulas in space... hell, they were deeper than space. She spoke with a limber kindness clinging behind every word like a wisp floating the linguistic mist of her elegance. She was starlight and darkness, hope and despair. But she did not love me, for I knew this in my bones. I knew she looked at me as though we were strangers. How could she remember me? I was just... me.

[me-and-yo-momma]

Death to the free thinker, the layman, and the one who keeps to himself

They will deconstruct your identity

Inspect it, through and through

Pick apart the "bad" from what may yet be groomed

And they will find in you repulsion And fear, resentment, and the ilk surely confined

They look for what they do not have

In you, a soul beneath your eyes

They will muzzle your capacity

And your flippant use of words

But not before they prosecute those you know nothing of

They'll drive them out in herds

Then these angry men, nationalists, politicians, and the liars

Will fill their lungs and artilleries up And upon you they shall rain fire

Words are spears of actions

Do not let them backtrack back into what they regret

Let them say their piece with their chest, and push themselves into their debts

Sooner than later, they will die, and leave us with the mess

When the dire are departed, it is only then shall we be blessed

[me-and-yo-momma]

My Sweetheart Singing Girl

Oh, have I lamented

Beginning many moons ago

Of a world once known, where love was thrown Like a child's silver spoon

Deep within the nightly gaze

Where she dances with abandon She grabs my hand, and sings a tune

My song, the only one she had imagined

It's a song of strife and struggle, with love's labour lost it seemed

But as the sun and moon shuffle, rays of hope would surely beam

She sang of skin, of kisses, and everything in between

The redded morning hues of June

How she hopes our daughter will be like me

She would end the song by holding hands

And hug me

Oh, so, so tight

My sweetheart singing girl

Gone too soon

I miss you every night

[me-and-yo-momma]

And so, they rose, men of fickle hearts

And so, they rose, men of fickle hearts

So too did they clamor along the beaten path, living in the now

They smiled as though they had not known the extent of their crime

Children and wives alike- all cast to the side for a better today

Who could surmise that these men, so short-sighted and ill-tempered...

Could anticipate what was coming next?

They worked hand in hand, a bond like no other

But steeped in boredom and bravado, they grew too rowdy for their nests

Ego is a disease, and while this we know now, they unwittingly did not

They stomped and they beckoned such terrible things

They called for great beasts with wings and fangs

With bows in hand, they gripped the string

To capsize the demons of the nightly hinge

The moon will turn, but the sun does not

So only at night did they begin to rot

Strewn and torn, limb from limb

Ego killed them, it was on a whim

These men knew not such terrible things

Blinded by hate and ego and strife, they forwent comfort for a variable life

A group of men, not 2 nor 3 more than fifty

Not one made it back to return to the living

Theirs wives lamented, so too did the children

But nothing could recall the fathers from mission

Tears flowed throughout the land

For the esteemed fools who'd guide death's hand

But what they too could not have known

Was that God reclaimed them, and took their souls

From there, wine was had and parties thrown

Death was not so bad when your spirit was home

And regret was an illusion, a stringed lie

The men felt no pity for their wayward wives

Nor children, nor brothers or mothers alike

Selfishness they were steeped in!

Surely this was not right

And before they could raise another glass

Satan came and poked their hands

He slapped their ass and threw them down

Pass the highway into the 7th

It was said an eternity and cast from heaven

"THIS IS THE CRIME!" god bellowed and roared

Atop from his throne, Lucy cradled his horns

"How delightful is thee, silver tongued or not, 30 pieces to the first man who kills me a god"

" A man for each year, a jubilee is in gear!"

And so they scrambled, spears in hand

To hunt for the creator of Man

Not because they were motivated by hate

But the esteemed fools knew not their capacity for change! So they endlessly chase a God who effortlessly evades them! In eons since, they have all gone mad. They roam the nights, rising from the earth, to pursue the heavenly agents... to spurn the passions of the lord and to invoke his wrath so that they may be free from Lucifer!

[me-and-yo-momma]

I hope to dream tonight

And maybe the noise will cease

[me-and-yo-momma]

Beautiful

To The People I Pass On The Train At Night - Jordan Bolton

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