Phone War

Breaking up is hard to do you see.
I wrote a blog post about my phone.
Really wanted to say, “Adios buddy!”
But now here I sit, me plus phone much less lone.

Addicted, withdrawing, one more hit.
I like the feeling sometimes, when you get lit.
Although you give me much pleasure and delight,
I shall find a special and new place for you, just for tonight.

It’s not so bad, I can go seconds, minutes and hours, but can I go a day or two?
Without you there’s a void, and it sucks.
I’m filling it, filling it, filling it with all the things that I do.
But what if, just for fun, we played a little game called, “chuck it and run” or, “surrender to flux.”

Oh let’s play! It’s one of my favourite games I do say.
Energy and time and focus, now mine all mine.
I love this game because it gives the way,
To more fulfilling and appetizing things, to which I will dine and dine and dine.

Oh dear device, like a cat and mouse chase, except, there’s too many mice.
I will leave you alone to regroup and refresh.
I am taking the hiatus now too, less noise, less mess.
This time away from you, actually, turning into something very nice.

It’s good to change things around and make up your mind and stick.
I had an amusing time with this line, trying not to say dick.
Temptations and emotions and cravings abound.
You never even as much, utter a slight sound.

Phone you trick me, taunt me, lure me and haunt me.
How much longer can we go?
I plan to leave the country one day without you in stow.
I wish you had a real brain, like me, so we could experience more glee.

Ok, enough. I still think you are amazing.
The beautiful way you try to help and make life simpler and easier.
I will be thanking you for your gifts from now until the next phasing.
But I must admit dear phone, some things that you do, unfortunately, make life drearier.

So a little less contact, a little less checking.
There is nothing I will miss that cannot wait.
My mind and body and spirit very due, for less of a pecking.
Thank you. Grateful. You have been a Saint.

Goodbye for now, going to try something else.
Maybe I’ll walk or cook, or go for a swim.
No. I think I’ll paint. Paint with passion and heat so everything melts.
Yes. Painting. Painting is the better option for the win.

When the Clocks Stop

The day had rain and so did the night.
Cool sparkles on tall towers flashing and few;
I held out my tongue to taste, the sound of you.

You whispered and then screamed.
Confused were many but some so sure;
The temperature changing creating a blur.

Silence please, momentary stillness you gave.
A tear in the fabric my clothes are worn and holed;
The dampness outside and now in, leaves me quite cold.

Receiving and receiving, eloquent angels of mine.
Your language subtle, clear, persistent and radical;
My layer is shed now what’s left, a new botanical.

Hanging and sitting tick, tick, tick.
Years of noise a tapestry turned into a portal;
Seek what is beyond the hands of the immortal.

The breeze is with me I feel your message on my skin.
A realignment, unaltered contemplation in the quiet;
I am walking to mend your broken stagnation. What a riot.

Stopping, pausing, holding, nothing without nothing.
Emerging in the night what was not had in the day;
I graciously hold your screams and whispers, never alone I stay.

There is time, here and there we end but begin again.
I am waiting for you and for you too, can you come back?
I promise to give you a most wonderful snack.

Breathless just so you know, I am emptying the overflow.
Time and time and time again, wiser am I to let go;
Synchronicity you have me, guided, decoded, and now I know.

Thank you to all of you, I see you.
Vibrations higher and higher…clean.
Time is back in motion – going toward I am not green.