lebuc

[lebuc]

with a swerving touch

* alcohol - may send you 'back' (whatever that means) in spirit when you imbibe & too much;

but, cannibus - sends you forward - every time & with a swerve. *

4/24 - lebuc - with a swerving touch

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silly me

* Silly me - sitting here racking brain and soul to come up with a new poem, a new idea distinct from the myriads written before.

Silly me - who’s chosen  a variety of topics, genres, voices & forms over these months and years, trying to show versatility & courage to experiment, try - risking seeming foolish in attempts  that just may flat-out fail  as works of art.

Silly me -  in all my intellect, awareness and heart failing to detect, or glean any inkling  of the now-evident fact  ( when it comes right down to it )

that i’ve only ever really written *one* poem: from myself to you.

One question still bothers me, tho…

Who are you? * 7.13 - lebuc - silly me

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lone wolf

* growling, howling, deep into the night

moonlight dappled, no one in sight - most times...

eschewing any facile crew or organization to kowtow to

& their sick, self-serving politick -ew!

lone wolf, stalking the dawn seeking sustenance to feed upon

amidst shadows, beyond the shaded windows of the, among us, clueless or jaded & souls & spirits similarly situated for succor likewise lurking undercover

in their singular, separate hovels.

this tale's not so very novel, is it, now? * 4/24 - lebuc - lone wolf

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sunsets

* so, i love to watch sunsets whenever possible

keep it between us, just this once.

seriously,

the western sky is unfailing in its ability to change a brother's mentality

removing all residue remaining at the busy day's waning from my spirit & soul

after all, isn't that really the goal? * 4/24 - lebuc - sunsets

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weaponized

* I really don't have any illusion about the importance of these words most will ignore them, favoring what's heard or seen with their two eyes - imo, a lazy fusion

if asked how we gather knowledge or how we decide what we know we're lo-fi, tl;dr to the max, yo flip'n off the metaphorical college.

i know weapons helped to clear the founding of this, or any nation there really is no other explication & the importance of this is very dear;

sticks & stones can break some bones but names will never hurt them ' less weaponized to convert them & extract them from their fleshly homes

by heartless, yoking legislation designed to deprive some folk of life to deny access to anything nice & wakes of endless deprivation

with nary a bone that's smashed & no real punches thrown their way only edicts from what authorities say being valued as though they're cash.

so remember this poetic ditty with its questionable wit though pithy & this stanzas' changed rhyme scheme:

good weapons are never what they seem. * 4/24 - lebuc - weaponized

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old house blues

* if it ain't one thang it's another

make you want to call home, and cry to your mother

(but I can't yall, she's in the great by & by).

heat goes out, gotta fire up the ceramics, fridge funking out too, skimping on the artic, water pipe leaking, can't find the source

if this house was my woman i'd be filin' for divorce.

new day's a dawning, sun sends me the news

shining on my whining, living these old house blues.

i think the roof is leaking sound like squirrels tweaking, tellin' you the truth ( ...know how i was freakin', back then in my youth )

the gutter's overflowing fillin' every rain - dreading any stormin you know what i'm say'n;

cool breeze flowing floorward, needs keep on some shoes

just pining moving foward, with these old house blues

(…do i smell gas? )

think some grey's now showing - damn! tho' younger than this crib,

if i could just reverse time, back to high chairs & a bib

but since i'm right here servin mine on an annual bid ( …blessed, i guess )

guess i'd best suck up this time get myself some specialists, kid:

'lectrical - check plumber - check heat/cooling - check roofing - check lawncare - check therapist - check

me = lo-key nervous wreck that last one ain't no news,

an inch from sayin: what the heck*, checking off these old house blues. * 4/24 - lebuc - old house blues *...

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limitations of the platform

* limitations of the platform - throw 'em in the fire for kindling & keep your body warm. not gonna claim they do you actual harm but they nag you like an insect swarm you try to wave off with a flck of your arm

vexatious mediations 'tween what you're trying to say when clicking on an open space - no go, didn't notice it was gray.

so low - the depths to which they'll sink a flow, whose peaks were culled to make you blink & leaks from your id to the ego get swept away in the undertow;

the isht you have to undergo just to scribe your so & so…

just know - the creative source vibed is infinite cruising on a course in a ride chez intimate, a power force in spades that pervades all

if only we can hear its clarion call beyond the platform's slay-to-play wall. * 4/24 - lebuc - limitations of the platform

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make spaces

* anytime, anywhere -

if the place is spacious, interesting & gracious, to kindle friendly intent even with your pocket lint, weaving among kindreds not alone, no unturned stone rolled into rhyme, bumpin phones & tabs for the umpteenth time; doing the verbal humpty is no crime just a relief from the grief with grimy teeth from word mumblers

…wonder if ya hear me, Tumblrs?

i’m a nerd with verse, (my curse) unrehearsed - tho ‘not the one to ‘splay it first, i stan the Roots, hip-drop rapscallions beyond dispute & i’m nah here to refute but to shmooze with the everlovin blues that infuse me with various hues, & mad love i have for them: they help me be free to live - shout out to roy g biv…

& taken to the river for an anointing, of hand-clapping, not finger-pointing for a rap given in ink-stained poetic, trains of thought on track & noetic, with prophetically tossed grains by default to stave off old humanity’s draught;

drunk straight with a melodious thunk of trip hopping, jaw dropping, bard-core funk, non-stop & paging, lit-hop raving in havens imbued with brew, kava, tea & tree goo - for the craving crew; i'm knee deep in the drains, prayin’ for souls in chains, asleep - awaken & one-two step like Imhotep as we keep on ringing bowls, opening doors, making spaces for displayin’ forevermore

…just sayin. * 4/24 - lebuc - make spaces

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here to stay

* here we* are & we're here to stay.

evolving, ever aware, creating, searching, reaching for that distant star

always will we 'be being' - somehow, free- where we are; or at least aiming to...surely.

it's what we why we how we

swim thru the thickest, murkiest sea

to emerge sun kissed & resplendently.

no other way, no ordinary play are we staging,

surging without fraying (…much , jus' sayin') sometimes even self-amazing

in this phase with the phrasing y'all be praising.

you know what i'm laying down, we not playing

& we staying, we slaying - in style;

& gon' be here for a while with a smile;

…deal. * 3/24 - lebuc - here to stay

*u kno hoo

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the stream ( participate, reciprocate )

* you got or get to participate,

toe or full immersion in the stream

more aptly - the river, the ocean, hell - the tsunami of thisness

since the Bang.

if we could only grasp the thread, the lifeline

by our best efforts but once & not let go

then, the stream reciprocates,

& you get to wade forever* * 3/24 - lebuc - the stream ( participate, reciprocate ) *...so i've been told

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in the haze, pt. 1

* imagine a soft, glowing lucent in the haze as i walk apprehensively towards… concurrently receding at the same pace as my halting advances,

heeding the opaquely present pavement beneath me even at this close proximity.

pulled by an inner prompt, a gut-based tug

luring me to a grand fate uncertain or lesser, a conundrum to suss should i wish to partake;

surprisingly untrafficked, one is led to wonder who...how... & most importantly

why here? why now?

perhaps the glow denotes or in my case, portends

an overblown phenomenon borne of undiagnosed paranoia, unacknowledged fatigue,

justifiable diversion, or some satisfying reckoning;

even unsatiated wanderlust lasting well into mid age & beyond.

just who stands to gain or lose based upon my teetered stance here:

on the one hand, stoic, heroic the other - feckless & recklessly heedless.

as a popular song's refrain asks: "…should i stay or should i go?"

well...should I? * 3/24 - lebuc - in the haze, pt. 1

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daylight savings

* spending all my savings on our precious daylight

in service of some flexing, some small measure of might

in the very best way that i've come to know how so long as i never stand pat or kowtow

to purveyors of the prevailing privations

or resort to any crude & shrill braying delivering by quill the amplitude i've been spraying

of a particular mood, dispensing chez verses & rhymes like it was soul food, about the worst of these times

for those in need of a heart-healthy snack, should it not be sufficient, make sure you tack back.

though it's rough sometimes i must mention, i know all that & ofttimes the best of our blessed intentions can fall flat

but, like that fabled Timex watch of old i'll keep ticking in hopes that these messages, massaged will keep clicking…& sticking

to help untie knots & kinks in our systems that deprive & oppress most of us minions by greed, poor thinking, not listening

to the vox populi, boots on the ground, who're surprisingly spry & increasingly sound

when excited & engaged to keep fighting for peace;

& in our own effort to unite the good factions, may we never ever cease. * 3/24 - lebuc - daylight savings

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cornucopia (for lonely genuises*)

* just because they're lonely doesn't mean that life's cornucopia of delights is totally foreign to them;

they actually carry so much more weight, that much more importance than normal (gravitas)

to lessen that kindred-soul deprivation fate totes to them in its overnight bag.

poetic or no - i'm not nearly the first to note that geniuses* are lonely,

oft' desparing of deep, true connection & have frustrations most don't know about

because they're atypical;

sound too much like 'first-world' problems, or a bit whiney & too full of self-pity to easily share.

when you encounter one who's less than fully attentive;

know that they're likely mentally rousting through some nether realm searching for its singular, specific source of savor

& whose trails are unlikely to ever be abandoned. * 3/24 - lebuc - cornucopia (for lonely genuises *) *creatives, eccentrics, mega-INFP's, etc...

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green tea musings

* from my lofty perch on high, lowered onto the landscape - the realm of flora & fauna

precious few things rend a tear of regret

as much as watching the destruction of said 'scape one property contract at a time, brick at a time, excavation by excavation

for ostentatiously austere hovels stacked, not sprawled

with the attendant coffee & noodle - ahem, palaces of baristas, noodlistas young, hip foodies posturing…

against this backdrop walks this - i swear i'm not jealous -

grossly-nostalgic, jaded jackalope of a scrawler, scraping barren boulevards in literary lost cities of angels,

still freshly paved over what once were cobblestones carefully laid by craftsmen, brick by brick by brick.

in them i keep walking until *we* hit an unending field of green, green grass - me & my two bare feet. * 3/24 - lebuc - green tea musings

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lebuc's place

* ( a reblog & repost )

shake the shackle, & dare to enter this space at my pace;

...hang up your hangups* in lebuc's place.  

you're welcomed, it's warm i mean no harm to you, the environment, your particular view & tint 

no finger pointing in this abode, feel free to fly your freak flag a la mode we've already cracked the code

after all - go sign your name on the wall; you'll always be on point, soul presence is anointed up in this joint.

you may come into,  or just decide to linger near until you're comfortable, allayed any doubts or fear

we'll just be swaying o'er fallow ground turned profound with folk like you comin' around oh - & enjoy the sounds -

preselected, sky inflected; requests are respected: what've you found?

it's all about elevation spanning perception schisms in this algorithm nation

& we don't take vacations, just pauses for the causal chains of fools who need schooling, but we don't complain or dwell & allow them to descend for retooling  in their own particular level of hell... (eh Dante?)

in any case, all is well; you'll always find a haven, minutes, hours worth savrin' ain't no misbehavin’ here; Paul's freedom call is not all we revere in the race to lebuc's place;

peace, hu-race. * 6/19 - lebuc - lebuc's place * ...nod to Herbie Hancock

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reflections

* often, daily we check our reflections, whenever happening upon a mirror;

imagine dashing down the street late for a meeting, & you catch a glimpse of your disheveled visage at full sprint,

passing by the mirrored jewelry store window thinking, "i'm a mess - what will they think if i don't compose myself" & soon!

now, the attending checkup of our soul, our spiritual state happens whenever we can reflect upon, silently, in calm repose

triggered or not -

like sitting in a chair on the rear deck, 'bout midnight, wine in tow, grilled salmon, 'sparagus tips just polished off…

the miracle of participating full awareness, living color 2160p, 3D surround, functional sensors calibrated to sentients

reflecting upon presence, purpose, poetry, proud & perceptive people;

all to say reflections are all about us & we don't need a mirror at all should we wish to catch a glimpse. * 2/24 - lebuc - reflections

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keep it movin'

* on the daily, the bits & bites we consume can lead to a serious case of indigestion

more aptly, without question, mental vexation

as it gestates within sans regurgitation.

our special dispensation is not to linger at any one station

as we trek the track to there & back

to home base, the basal space of our repose & peace, our chosen pace

on our race to the green stacks or golden plait awaiting, should we not falter in our gait

or slack in clearing our own plate as any well-meaning diner of the finer things life offers, not choking on the proffers provided in overrife streams to us quaffers

mindlessly sipping our brews, digesting sliders slip-sliding through.

can't speak this truth without eliding, but you get it dear fleeks, that's no lying;

garbage in's garbage out - that's been proven & corrosive intake leads to a gout state;

in such case, we all best keep it movin' so the toxic waste won't accumulate. * 2/24 - lebuc - keep it movin'

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