All the food is deadly
and the art makes me feel melancholy
not because of the subject matter
more so all the chatter.
Our bodies are sick
and our minds barely tick
expanding mansions
built upon fashions
that make me ill
as I hand the cashier more money for the till.
Art is lost
writing on windows after the frost
words are washed and reused
thoughts are duplicated and mass produced.
And a smile is asked
that’s why my face is mostly masked
my mind slipped through
overlooked by your brilliant crew
I won’t create sparkles in the sunlight
or wizards in flight
a child through a dream
could dream what those seem.
No my mind will challenge
and in return I’ll fail.
Failing is better than succeeding
if it means creating originality.
Rather than fan art shoveled in their faces
because money
right?
Everything is built upon another.
Everything is built upon another.
One life,
several more intertwining
taking and forgetting
that the soil is nourished in water
consisting of tears.
It is all living,
be it conscious awareness
or swirling about in the wind
being carried
to fall.
It is all living
the seeds in the wind
the plants producing the oxygen
without thought
it is still life
can we remember that?
As we determine purpose
and separate the poor
and the rich
and determine whom is important
and who is less
and who needs
and who wants
because we all need
and we all crave
it is all.
The bees buzzing by,
it is the life that is
the life that should be cherished
not the life that could
it is the universe
it is the Earth
and in our death
it will be
every breath
that continues
not just the humans
with their thoughts
and intellectual intelligence.
It will be the cock roaches
the scavengers that will breath
is that what we want
to destroy ourselves
over our make believe
our fantasies
our twisted hearts
mixed up within the greed
forgetting it was meant to be easier
to live in homes
easier for all
we were not meant to be wasteful
so harmful
so greedfull
we could have shared
been better to the natives
rather than take and take
till the Earth was unable to replenish for us.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
I think it’s us.
I think it’s us.
I thinks it’s our minds.
I think it’s our desire
for something better.
I don’t think it’s this place
we could be the race to space
and we’d be broken still.
We’d create more
damage the crust on which we explore.
This place we’ve been born
it’s burning
it’s reacting
it’s shifting.
It could fall
just a rock in space
our feet upon
and still
I have to say it isn’t broken
it’s reacting.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Using the flesh as fertilizer.
We’re exploding
because of the pressure
all the words spoken
all the actions expected
all the behaviors forced
all the stereotypes depicted
it’s a buildup
a tension
choices we can’t keep up
filling our yards with mistakes
using the flesh as fertilizer
and gagging on the taste.
After the crime
all around hands raise
voices creep up
and our ears rather perky
hear it
and our hearts are feeling it
we know it
the knowledge its compacted
the answers aren’t clear
they’re opaque
and impossible to break
and we’re shouting over each other
forgetting
that we’ve carved this life
to make it easier
even so
it is killing.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Cascading through existence.
At this moment
I’m breathing
at this moment
I’m here
at this moment I’m living
two minutes my lungs could quit
choke up
at this moment
I’m breathing
till I’m not
till I’m gasping
and the air cannot be reached
and this life it stops
and if I am a soul
I’d drift
lifeless
waste less
in the void
it’s horrific
a thought
that it never ends
cascading throughout existence
yet not existing
it’s a thought
that stalls my mind
that keeps me living
that keeps me trying
that keeps me wanting
because if this isn’t it
I’ll never be ready
for what is after.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
What exists out of this mind.
I’m not aware
of what exists
outside of this mind
out there in the infinite
beyond our eyes
it is small what a mind grasps
the capacity
isn’t comparable to forever
to the space universe has taken
to the information that enters
to process everything at once
I cannot
there are words we’ve chosen
words repeated over centuries
stories with the same construct
and even with it all
it doesn’t add up
it doesn’t solve it
it doesn’t explain it to me
what this really is
how far is space
is it forever
is that possible
can anything have no end?
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
To be numb to feeling?
I know sometimes people feel numb
to feeling
to thinking
they just can’t
as if their minds are on ice
and the coldness is hardening their thoughts
that can’t be chiseled out.
I’m not numb to feeling
I feel it
I think it
I don’t always want
I don’t want to socialize
I try to stay inside
and when people speak back
I turn
because feeling it
can be overwhelming
trying to understand all point of view
the rights
the wrongs
and never being able to agree
or disagree
because right isn’t factual
not in the complexity of all the thoughts
I just want to be numb.
Slice open my skull
take out my brain
place it upon a block of ice
till it numbs
the throbbing stops
the thinking stops
then please return it
letting it warm
within my skull
and as it melts
maybe it’ll feel a little less?
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
It fixes nothing.
Charity fixes nothing
if it did
then we wouldn’t be so broken
we wouldn’t have homeless
and the higher bits
making the middle
pick up the scraps from the tables
and emptying change
from their pockets.
Which does nothing
solves nothing
because it changes nothing
the gesture cements the system
reapplying to the cracks
that keep opening
every winter
the salts eat the roads
and the pavement
covered red
by the bodies slept upon it
continues.
Volunteer
it’s implied
do it
be a good Samaritan
do it for free.
Do you work for free
in that giant home?
No you work for nothing
and get paid interest
and wonder why
we’re all so damn lazy
it’s fair to you
of course
fancy dinners
fancy events
donate hundreds of thousands
at an event
that costs how much?
You solved what again?
You invested in what?
You made how much?
The rest of us
are fortunate to make
$40,000 take home
working 40 hour weeks
because that insurance
for in case we get sick
must be invested
in fattening your greedy bits up
so your welcome again
and thank you
for taking the largest share
of all our resources
for yourself
because why wouldn’t we all
want that for you?
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Slip from the rules.
Could we just not
do whatever we’re doing right now
whatever we’ve done in the past
could we just do something new
does it exist still
that concept of new
so many ideas written
so many rules placed
can I scratch them out
is it possible
to slip from the rules
and create something new
I feel a sense of jealousy
to those before
being able to set their parameters
to create the concepts
I feel angry for all
because they live in it
they follow it
they try
but we’re always just repeating
feeling we need to improve in it
why do we
I write and call it poetry
it’s just a bunch of thoughts strung together
which is poetry?
whatever it is
I just want to break it
to not follow every rule
every thought
and then I die within the cliques
because this mind
it’s heard it
it’s read it
it’s trying to surpass it
but it’s getting stuck in it
I hate it.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
As my body lays on the ice.
I feel a bit weak
several days a weak
and my feet stumble
as my entire body takes a tumble
and I feel a sense of death
although I can see my breath
as my body lays on the ice
later I place my appendage in rice
hearing the vibration
as it exits hibernation
I search for the truths
that I always see through
because the webs are filled of opinions
claiming that of sins
actions that aren’t wholesome
and I’m curious where their notions are from?
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 