Empty, Full of Hope

YouTube video by 80's 90's Music Video's Remastered @Videos80s Phil Collins - Against All Odds 1983 (Official Music Video) Remastered

Words are too weak a vessel;
and all we have,
besides action.

Just let me feel
your hair in my
hands.

How full
you feel
in Louisville,
The Brown,
a plate of bones
behind. We're
primal.

Never
gonna get
it, ever gon'
get
it
un
less
you bless
your heart,
poor
thing.

I wrote about you before I found you, and I wrote for you when you were gone. And I'll write for you always. Goodnight.

Androids + agentic AI = basically, this

Which is why his first scene with Vesper Lynd in Casino Royale is so breathtaking because Bond finally met his female match in charm/wit/brain.

I do like the anti-crypto feel of the tangible coins.

Joke's on you, I saw a pink one. In a red state. I don't even know the color math.

The gloriously undeluded randomness of raising children.

Were you sacrificed
in Egypt
in another time,
a prior
planting?
This round's
for you.

No
I do
not
know
so
show
me.

Deeper
than
within.

Tell me why you grasp
these thorns
on the oldest of roses, still
striking poses in step
with different histories, you know this.
I did not. You built
a lovely lie
and I marched past the flags,
paid the bill, the fare, the fine,
but it was worth
every bittersweet loss of breath.

Voidable voidables.
Unavoidable voidables.
Voidable unavoidables.
Unavoidable unavoidables.

Into the mouth of fire
—that's where you walk,
steady, the only
way
out is through.
Forward.

I hope
breath
fills you.

Bearded clam's in no danger. Etc on the other hand ....

Electrically-branded, empty handed,
in a circus car with slippery handles.
Can't handle it;
the navigation's sketchy.
An endeavor in shatter.
Shards illumine
splashed pools of portals.
Mortals, we, still shining, veer
from our excesses, heavy here
to stoicisms. Exorcism,
bores us.
Such an effort.

Ditto sans making me anything.

Bodies mummified as small enclosed houses of walls.

We addled scroll
in a glow-haze of rain,
the whispers of digital ghosts
in our ears, hearts liking,
unliking, friending, unfriending—
curating the components
of our selves for the viral crush,
souls huddled
safely? from the screen's early light.

Sometimes I growl
to cuddle you with fierce energy
like the engine of a chainsaw. To
smother you in freedoms; to
bandage you with blades; to
swallow you whole,
after kissing.

But then you kiss me differently
+ all my selves melt
into one: being
yours.

God, such a beautiful word/definition.

Damn shame my mind auto-jumps to lols.

Still, adding to my sheath.

I told you
I'd claim you so
hard
I'd leave a ring
on your finger

but you didn't budge.
And sweet terror
filled me.

Sorry
for apologizing
about these feelings
I should bravely
shove straight into the wind.
In spite of how
you make me feel every
time I do. Or,
in spite of how
I blame you every
time I bare my stupid heart
to the North Wind.

Touched that you replied,
even as a stone wall
sitting
where my friend sat

She is the exact poison
I am an antidote for but
I am a poison for which
she has no recourse.

How to write
when a pencil's too heavy?
When ink just spills?
When fountain pens dry?
When brains tread water
and air feels thin?
When your calendar is empty
and you're too old to make friends
or change careers
or change the past
or think one clear thought
to satisfy the looping mind
and let go?

You'd gone,
went away
for awhile
so I kept
looking left,
front, right,
back, brain wired
to see you

you hadn't Gone gone
Away away
but
(looking) where
confused
i

...

How long does denial dance?