A Snowball's Chance
As were a pebble or a ball of ice
One Homo Sapient's Slant on Livin' in the USA
As were a pebble or a ball of ice
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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i am far too far away from you
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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I'm thinking on things I need to mend
old wounds I've kept open
developed skills which fail me now
passionate pleas which must always fall upon deaf ears
because they aren't aimed correctly
even though my accuracy is impeccable
I'm facing up to failures denied
belittled and bemused by my own apathy
have I fallen into disrepair and anguish
painful to behold and yet held up as mettle
it is emptiness embodied
it is loneliness entombed in light
the light which only shines forth dimly
I'm canceling my tickets to the ball
to the far flung reaches of imagination
where I've always known I'll never go
but, dreaming of it, have ignored the here and now
and passed on far too many small wonders
given up this chance or that
for some delusion held so dear
it drains my life of spirit
I'm putting out the weary fire
the flickering candle of despair
which has lit my way through life
for all these many years
though often I have dimmed its light
and hid the flame behind my back
as, knowing deep inside, I questioned its source
and begged myself to heed the truth
before the shadows swallowed me
whole
I am still
and forming
daily into more
of what I'm meant for
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Wednesday, February 02, 2011
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today is rough
I feel the panic seeping in
not like before
with the ways and means
I used to hide behind
underneath the netting
like covers pulled over a child's head
to keep away the bogeymen
from whom I run
today is slow
I wonder why it comes again
so like before
its creeping tendrils
telling me it's coming
I can't hide
don't bother, but I do
knowing nothing but the want
afraid that I won't run
today is long
it wanders like the crooked river
meanders to an end
nature's grades guiding to falls
just as she does for me
in infinite fractal branching
forging futures
fatalistic and magnanimous
where I might run
today is good
oh, I know it doesn't feel that way
not in these still desperate moments
not with the panic seeping
slowly out and away like the tides
away from the beach of solace
leaving behind the stench
of that from which, of course,
I cannot run
today I breathe
know that which I must clear away
with my own two hands
my back breaking
my head filling up
with aromas so inspiring
so despised by now
and desperate to be without them
do I run
today I would close down
except that I cry out
electronic silence the deepest sighs
soul all akimbo
liminal in some enchanted way
amassed of fortunes
under appreciated until recently
as panic began to wane
I glimpsed the place to run
today is good
tomorrow will be as well
and I will run no more
today is good
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Wednesday, January 05, 2011
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again I lie
it forces its way out through
my teeth
staring into
eyes of amber chocolate
beauty
so true this time
and again not everything
real
I am the wolf
who strives to be the white prince
of dreams
whose soft kisses
open her eyes to life worth
living
silly smile
locked in that way I can't help
feeling
these worn down fangs
promising everything She's
wanting
delivers us
into temptation's empty
belly
where both of us
wallow in our happiest
sorrow
it is here now
awakening to facts not
pleasant
reality
all of those sweet times brushed off
falling
onto my soul
where I will choose to believe
or won't
again I lie
wearing truth's better Sunday
clothing
still just rags
these grand imperial clothes
bare all
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
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Labels: Cross Posting, personally evolving organism, poetry, Relationships, Self Help, Sincerity
Rantamble? How 'bout strollin'...
'round about and
far too much lollin'
but that's alright
may be should be
which is oh! so frequently
how it's done
anyhow
along I came
and there I go
succeeding
failing
what's to know
that I can't grasp when
times do come
until it's done
damn! it's done
so now to truth
and sense it so
the wind inside
it swirls slow
as longer
shorter
fuller now
I am again
what once
was how
but all of that
is not to say
that things once done
have gone the way
of dreams and potions
taking lightly
sweetly sipped
no longer nightly
pain escapes
and eases me
into the past
the futures be
all of my time
though wasted still
or what
what will ...
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
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. . and False.Whilst true that many lifelong habits - both those with which I'm good and those I'm still to kickin' - do hold prominence in my daily being, it is even more accurate to say that those habits from the first half have been built up or whittled away to form the background on the canvass which is the evolving critter that be me.
So, I totally get where dude was coming from. I just ain't locked down with it, eh.
By the way, clickin' the pic takes you to the same place that it does when clicking on it from the iGoogle home page. If you don't use it yourself, it's just one of dozens of distractors you can add to your own.
/unpaid-shill
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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Der Doctor is in Da House! Or he was on this topic back in his school daze 'tany rate, at which time he chose to take to task teh Science, as well as its more (IMO) obfuscatory opposite in the arena of Explanations, Religion. It seems that the good Dr. Zaius has a bit of a problem with how both of them utilize the Unknown as a source of their surety.
Hmmm... Perhaps a wee example is in order.
95% of what is around you is unobservable by any form of scientific instrumentation, according to science. Our model of the universe only accounts for 5% of what we can observe with any instrument known to man.Well, say I in my atheistical indignation. Poppeycock! Balderdash!! Gibbering Ginormities!!! You're misapprehending what it means to be seen! Science can undoubtedly be utilized to observe the unobservable. It just needs, for soothe, to utilize that most imaginative of unimaginary artifacts of existence; Mathematics. With numbers, which can never lie (though paradoxes might they multiply,) one, or any, and eventually many, an otherwise unobservant assayer of the modes and forms of empirical reality (errm, toi et moi, et al who would for that matter) may decipher and discern at both the most microscopic and creatively cosmic of levels that which is both true and sound and inevitably to be found to be the whole, wide, vast and sure expanse of All Reality.
It is not a matter of some unseen force might be possible in your mind or imagination - it is a matter of some unseen force must exist, or science itself is talking through its hat.
This substance could be anything; we don't know what it is. This would mean that it is entirely possible that a vast portion of the universe may be made of large quantities of invisible Cheez Whiz - Or to use a phrase that might have a bit more irony, according to the Big Bang Theory, it is possible that at this moment that we are surrounded by "invisible pink unicorns."
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Sunday, August 19, 2007
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. . that I too have wings.
Especially when I get to feelin' as such.
Thanks to all y'all, my wings.
Enjoy!
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Saturday, August 11, 2007
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Labels: cross-posting, gratitude, music, personally evolving organism, reminders
i wish i had a mirror
a projector
a still life juxtaposer
not unreal
faked in electrons
drawn on ether
reality
shining forth
from within my head
when in rome
why don't the romans notice
its not important
anyway
it's just what I wish
what i want
but we've already established
that
that means nothing
at least not
so far
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Saturday, August 04, 2007
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Sunday, April 01, 2007
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I hope, therefore I am glad that I am.
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Saturday, February 24, 2007
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