Memory Lapse

 

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Memory Lapse

Inevitability on the edge of reality.

Somewhere at the intersection of duality.

It was the year that leaped over

a nest of cuckoo’s.

Tic Tok goes the clock.

The journey is non-stop.

Time is the loop.

The speed of light is the duration

relative to universal expectation.

Days become a time lapse of the Picasso.

Nights become a blink of an eye.

Glimpse into the unthinkable

as a rubber band of expansion retracts.

On the outskirts of dimension

the way is continuously milky

dipping into the hour of zero.

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This poem was inspired by time relative to age.  When I was younger I thought the days would never end.  The nights would last forever.  The older I get the shorter the season.  Days feel as automated as a breathe of air.  The nights vanish into sunrise. 

 

Dreamscape

Dream Brain Waves

Original Art Credit: Denise D Art Everyday

Ride the wave

into the isle of duality.

Where man creates

an alternate reality.

Agaricus Bisporus (Mushroom)

based dreams

affect the atmosphere

of canvass.

Psychedelic recluse’s

garlic induced energy

clouds – project stunning

visuals.

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Pears-Shake on a holographic Fruit Tree

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A mirror of reflection hosts a pond of lilies.

Jagged rock eroded by time becomes smooth.

The great philosophers stone.

Currents of energy focus the meditation.

The mantra.

The almighty “Om”

Medium of the spirit.

As the Earth rotates,

an endless vibration occurs,

at the rate of constant.

Where are we going?

Someone is showing me the way but I’m not walking.

I have questions that need answers.

I hear voices no one’s talking.

Ticktock clock stops flowing.

Karma lines been broken down.

Kneel before him.

The shaman with no name.

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Questions asked by the fool.

  1. Are the dead grateful now that they have Mr. Garcia?
  2. Should you be Leary of men named Tim offering sugar cubes?
  3. Is it wrong to say “Betelgeuse” three times to gain entrance into the Netherworld?
  4. How about Candyman? (Not a chance…Dude was Scary as #@%$)
  5. If a poet streams his consciousness on a blog and no one reads it does it really exist?

These conundrums were philosophized Thoreaughly by a poet traversing the wilderness.

 

 

 

Enthusiastic Salesman

Enthusiastic Salesman

 

Orgasm of a capitalist
Quantified by profits
The wheels are in motion
Can’t stop it
I’m gonna sell
Bananas to monkeys at the zoo
Orangutans booze
James Dean some new moves
Sea shells to sea shores
Electricity to chords
Nails to boards
Toupee’s to Trump
Hard rock to punks
Willie Nelson some preemo skunk
Rabbit some TRIX
Dolly Parton some new tits
A drunkard his next piss
Mario karts
Noah the ark
Winter to Starks
Ruffles to ridges
Breadcrumbs to pigeons
Electrons to fission
The sale is finalized
By a split decision

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Fembot 2.0

Fembot 2.0

You could search the cosmos for days and not find her
You could even be standing right behind her
You could follow the North Star in vain
Every moment of your life could be the same
Find inner peace and in that truth confide
Allow the karma to provide
The formation of pure desire magnified
The galaxy has spoken
A celestial body coalesce
Dimensions eternal compress
A star that was once fueled by
The gathered emotions of desire and hope
Electrolyzed in the supernova
Warmth in the wavelength
Transmitted from an ageless entity
Look up into the infinite quilt of pure energy
A shooting star paints a moon filled sky
Then fades back into the blackness
The wind whispered her name
For this love was preordained
As the biological alarm clock rang
Quantum physics expressed by a portal of pure light
A Vessel of prismatic dark matter
Delivered by an inverted event horizon
Her body shined of stardust
Transcendent of time
Beyond the concept of the human mind

 

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Tea Master

Teahouse

Sacred black dragon

Cultivates a legacy

In the Wuyi Mountains

The birds once dormant

Relaxed in the steam

Fly out of the kettle

When induced by the heat

A Gongfu tea ceremony

On the bamboo stage

Let the green oolong soak

Feng shui of the pour

The taste of the orient

Strength of tradition

Restore balance

Commune with nature

Heal the inner sanctum

Wellspring in the sip

A toast

To good health

Good fortune to all

And to all

Good fortune

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Teamaster

Portcullis Made of Shadow in the Fleeting Continuum of Time

shadowdancer

What is white, black, and refractory all over?
Its rhetorical don’t answer.
The dream is the riddle.
The Gateway can only be opened by the footsteps of the chosen one.

A freaking descendant of Heyzues.
This photograph proves it.
Purchased on Zapatos.com.
Shoes fit for the offspring of Hashem.

These hybrid sneaks.
These sandals of advanced footwear theory.
These shoes of enlightenment.
Known on the streets as “The Mirror Breakers”.

Disintegrate enchanted porcelain road.
Fractured galaxies turned into fragmented glass.
Layers of a black and white tide die.
Worn by eons on the bend.

I’m sold size twelve please.
There is one thing that is bothering me though.
Would the creator really want his children to wear socks with sandals?
What tomfoolery!

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To Draft Amongst Kings

onionringofpowerA sports minded hobbit sets his fantasy football lineups.
Then places his weekly lottery tickets into an envelope.
A wax seal emblem pressed: The House of Freshness represented.
Mailed to the Giants at the Meadow Lands delivered by the “Quick Post”.
Shipped by the boats of the Southron Buccaneers in the bay of Tampa.
The Eagles watch over the financials along the arduous travel.
Then flown to “The Bank” by the Ravens, Edgar, Allan, and Poe.
The all seeing eye embossed in flame always watching.
The nameless fear that sports the prestigious Burger King crown.
He who enchants his legendary lineups with the Palantír (Great seeing stones of statistical advantage).
A shadowy figure cooks twenty Onion Rings in the heart of Mount Doom.
Three Onion Rings given out to the Elven-kings under the sky of Hail Mary.
Seven Onion Rings given out to the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of analytic sports mining.
Nine Onion Rings given out to the Mortal Men of gambling addiction doomed to be broke.
All of whom were deceived.
One Onion Ring for the Dark Draft King.
In the noxious landscape of online weekly fantasy football draft farms.
One Onion Ring to rule them all.
One Onion ring to find out what lineups the people of middle earth will start each week.
One Onion Ring to bring them all and in the gamble fleece them.
In the land of the Internet where the owners of Draft Kings and Fanduel lie.
The One Onion Ring of power forged in the deepest fryers of Mordor where the shadows devour “The Whoppers”.
As time passed the scripture engraved on the One Onion Ring to rule them all faded.
Only when dipped in heated zesty Onion Ring sauce would the ancient elvish scripture illuminate in a fiery red glow.
The translation: Concept of the four leaf clover.
In the high stakes den’s of Bree.
At the Prancing Pony.
A place where they have pitted fans against fans in a duel to the monetary death.
Shire folk wager with wizards, rangers, elves, dwarfs, and men from all over Middle Earth.
Their silver pennies, pence, and various precious metals the stake.
Wagered over games of linguistic riddles, dice, cards, and of course football.
The contestants eagerly watch games of lateral pig skin movement.
On pools of reflection.

*  “To Draft Amongst Kings” is a reflection of how I feel about the illegal market of insider analytics trading.  Draft Kings and Fan Duel are two major players in the weekly fantasy football market.  According to one source that I read there are allegations that employees of each site traded analytic information and had access to this analytic information when they created their lineups which won over $350,000 last week.    Employees of both companies have access to statistical data that allow them to have a incredible edge over the average player.  They have access to what percentage of people are playing certain players.  Also, they are responsible for setting the draft prices for each player.  This is an example of insider trading and can’t be tolerated.  Both companies have issued a statement, which included an apology, and a promise that in the future employees will not be able to play in any weekly fantasy football tournaments on either of the weekly fantasy football draft farms.  There is in fact a class action lawsuit and if you would like to find out more about it here is a link.

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To the Honor of Palindromes

fall

The aerial view of the sky

A picture perfect planetary azure

Outdoor scenery lush

In the reflection of the sun’s gaze

Color is a perception

Primary yellows and blues meshed into vibrant greens

As the symphony of autumn plays its sonnet

The woods transform

Into the autumn rainbow

It’s like a Thanks Giving Charlie Brown Episode

With every step

I pretend to hear lioness play his piano

With every step

The leaves below my feet sound like I’m chomping on peanuts

With every step

Sunlight glistens

The rush of water from the stream turns to a flow of starlight

The beauty of the moment triggers the thought of her smile

Soon I’ll see her lips…

Soon I’ll look into her eyes…

Soon we’ll enjoy fresh pizza pie…

Soon we’ll Netflix and chill…

In those hypothetical moments I’d find reflection

I’ll think to myself

On this day of our lord

I was in the right places at the right time…

To enjoy the elegance of the fall…

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Terraffic

trafficjam

It’s called rush hour

Except everyone is stuck in traffic

The rush to go no where

Is what they should’ve called this hour

Red light

Yellow light

Red light

The vicious cycle taunts

Double yellow lines not to be crossed

A man

A wild man

A contained beast

Trapped

I-83 mist of stagnation

Involuntary muscle movements

Left eyelid is closed in the fervor

Ears have begun to fume

Larynx is now sore (The uncontrollable emotion to yell out loud)

Cheek and nose gnarled

It is just like I’m in the middle of some sick game I had not intended to play (Whomever smelt it dealt it)

There is only one passenger in the vehicle (This game is far too easy to identify the perpetrator)

Take a deep breathe (Well maybe not that deep based on previous events of involuntary flatulence)

Put on a favorite tune

Drown out the melody that had previously occupied the brain space (For some reason it’s always the symphonic ballad from the Lord of the Rings scene where Peter Jackson does a panoramic view of Mount Doom)

Get that head bobbing

Those Shoulders swaying

Calm down

Think to yourself serenity now!

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