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Cloud tendrils Dec 2023
Ephemeral at best
Like your dreams.
Location agnostic
Alongside your joy.
Cloud tendrils Jun 2023
Lucky me now,
Dark days behind.
Luck luck luck luck
Rip visceral death.

Saved by gods as they do,
Worship if you want.
They do not care.
Atheist you science.

Sunlight moon rain,
Cold shadow chill.
Shrug hug talk,
Growth, trees, treeed
Bit drunk
But just happy to have words
Cloud tendrils Dec 2022
Still here thinking,
Pause follow listen.
Look inside,
Then breathe and feel.

Weight of body,
Touches where.
Mine has always weighed,
most on my brain.

Well that defeats,
Mindfulness recipes yum.
Breathe, feel, gravity,
Weightless within thought.

Moments of peace,
Body mind combined.
Breathe breathe scan,
Within is what you find.
Stream of consciousness.
Write something in 20 mins.
Find the rhythm between the rhyme. 😀
Cloud tendrils Aug 2022
Why doesn’t that bed,
Have a patient.
Why pay for nature,
When it wants us dead.

Smell the fresh air,
Enjoy the colours.
Those evolved scents,
Placate places we do not feel.

Build over it,
Put another clinic in.
Where will we go,
To remember ourselves though.

Does not matter,
Clink followed clank.
Automation winnowing expertise,
Life is what we make it.
Had such a nice experience when recovering in hospital to go to their gardens. I was lucky enough to be able to reach them but without places of nature in hospitals long term patients may suffer.
Cloud tendrils Jul 2022
Been t’other side,
Came back I did.
Dunnae remember much
Besides a cold sprung trip.

Heart now fixed,
Breastbone unsplit to.
Meds make it better,
Besides side effects like.

Whadda I know,
Just happy still here.
Those trained people though,
Keep going choo choo.

Up a steep hill,
Thru a dark tunnel.
We all end up,
Same place like.
Have been through heart op and read billy liar during recovery.
Cloud tendrils Jul 2021
Still feel like I am in lockdown.
I do not mind that.
Covid was like a airlock failure,
Your life and loved ones blown into space.

During covid you closed it shut.
To survive and feel secure.
Your house a spaceship,
Your friends via radio control.

Now they say open it up,
Go back to what you knew.
I now find myself judging
What to let back in.

Dave I cannot let you do that,
But I enjoyed my time alone.
Right I’ll keep the space pod
And fly off into my space.
Cloud tendrils Jun 2021
Power is with those who hold it,
Regardless if they know it.
Hold a phone that connects
And amplifies your connections.

In the past human typicals only,
Now freed ideas exponential.
Everyone holds some code,
Just waiting to execute.

Five senses we hold,
Emotion not amongst them.
For those non-typical build,
Typicals already have built.

Another sense is here amongst,
Keep clicking, liking and we listen.
An internet non typicals built
Reflect away as you become like us.
Just revisited this and was trying to say how people who were once considered non-typical have now changed the world.
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