D.M.V. ( via Robert G. )

*
step into line
know your place;

start it, shape it -
get into the thing
switch key for a second
or two - spice it up
circle, holla back
the long way around the way,
the way is up - and up and up
come on home, tinkle wit it, ha -
drive on, mesmerize
all blessed and practiced up
on it, in it and through
to the other side, now step aside &
give the drummer some
give the people what they want
( they hungry )& dim sum
no stone unturned or undone,
reach one & teach one, son;
set your phasers to stun -
we’ve only just begun…
to groove…

finally, the front of the line
at the D.M.V.
(thanks, Glasper)
*

(Source: lebuc, via lebuc)

"The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny, and it is useless for the innocent to try by reasoning to get justice, when the oppressor intends to be unjust."

— Aesop

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sunset falls

*

sunset falls.

a house sits empty,
illumined still.

weeds gloat &
glower out back
wanton winds whip
past the frontal plain;

birds on branches
brook no stranger unawares.

a 22 caliber does the deed
of rotted hearts and hope
in harrowed hands;

four walls and a door
can’t lock up love lost.

a house sits empty,
illumined, still.

sunset falls.

as do we.

*

(Source: lebuc)

"It’s a both/and world,
or it oughta be…"

— le buc - Wittgenstein’s Rap (excerpt)

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tre holli

*
your admiration is succor
to my aspiration
as an emerging artist
i’m at at the hollister street
gallery on thursday
i’d like it if you came by
*
excuse me
if that wasn’t you i saw
and tried to catch your attention
hollering random words
and phrases to you,
having forgotten your name
in a brain freeze;

what i wanted to say
was how fine you looked
on hollister blvd.,
walking with your long scarf
trailing in the breeze, mingled
with your flowing hair
last tuesday morning
and now.
*
i often wander;
while wandering i wonder
& walking, i ponder
precisely how i paced asunder
all the way to hollister,
hollow with hunger
when i’m done
& under…
*

(Source: lebuc)

in case

*
my striations
make great parting gifts

take a few in exchange
for the glossy filaments you left
between my lungs;

in case of emergent optimism,

i just break the glass.
*

(via lebuc)

mash into meter

*
poets distill,
brew, ferment,
cook & condense;
transmutng existence
into art:

see a sunrise -
produce a reverie-laden
sonnet;

get heartbroken -
pen a haiku’d dirge;

pissed off?
write a freestyle rant;

get bored -
stare at the dregs
of an empty oaken barrel.

the artist in me
craves life’s grapes,
ruby red & knee deep.

to let my feet
mash into meter -
…or not.
*

.

(Source: lebuc, via lebuc)

"the grass in the field just seems greener
oxygen from tree air is très sweet
each step helps our bodies grow leaner
your friendship makes the scene complete…"

— Apeerer - Out of Doors (via lebuc)

open late-nite

*
everybody likes a good sandwich;
something they can handle

unlike a three course meal
where you contemplate and select
which mouthful gets eaten first

i’ll be your honey-crusted hoagie -
enjoy;

however you -
you’re a buffet, baby
unable to be truly finished;

i always want more,
finding fulfilment in the wanting
never satiation

i’m especially proud
of your chef’s special
your locally-sourced produce & spice

hoping for a morsel
to savor at my own pace
in the comfort of home.

how Freudian of me!

you’re not food, but
a living breathing person.

come on over,
i’m open late tonight -
we can do
anything you want.
(…still hungry, tho -)

*

(Source: lebuc)

half-naked on a ledge on the thirteenth floor: three-and-a-half reasons

*
because
lap logic has an unassailable air
in an improv…

i’m a sucker for a
well-measured presentation…

breathtaking
beauty.

married?

there was that, too.
*

(Source: lebuc)

sideshow act

*
the trees look so dense
in the waning, dusky night;

this room’s sole light pried
through the curtained kitchen window
onto the fading grassy lawn out back
engulfed by the still air’s command.

despite warnings blared on the
major channels about the ‘marauders’
seen two miles south of the outskirts,
this evening, ( their words..)

i’m loath to let a perfectly good dusk pass unseen
since i bought this acred space and abode,
smack dab in the middle of a serene somewhere,
a far cry from my midtown condo;

their loss, my gain - i was thinking
as i sidled up to my favorite picture window - before
a single gunshot pierced my revelry, like a hatpin
in a long carnival balloon - what an image to
conjure up, just now…

par, i guess - in an evening
turning out to be as kaleidoscopic and lurid
as a good sideshow act…
*

(Source: lebuc)

like henry & anais

*
to die unendingly in your eyes
to revive by your kiss
all of living, i surmise
could consist of such as this.
*

(Source: lebuc, via lebuc)

the way of : pow

*
the tao of wonder

intimates a nudging
away from a known
toward a perplexity -
else why wonder?

the wow of thunder

insinuates a bludgeoning
away from silence
toward a raucous sonic -
else why thunder?

the ow of outer

extrudes a being
from a cozy interior
toward an uncharted exterior -
else why troll em?

the pow of powder

invigorates a neuropolis
away from rural bucolic
toward metro’d frivolic -
else why snoid the alkaloid
(capisce?)
*

(Source: lebuc)

Portrait of an INFP: The Idealist

hannahthais2010:

As an INFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system. Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in primarily via your intuition.

INFPs, more than other iNtuitive Feeling types, are focused on making the world a better place for people. Their primary goal is to find out their meaning in life. What is their purpose? How can they best serve humanity in their lives? They are idealists and perfectionists, who drive themselves hard in their quest for achieving the goals they have identified for themselves

INFPs are highly intuitive about people. They rely heavily on their intuitions to guide them, and use their discoveries to constantly search for value in life. They are on a continuous mission to find the truth and meaning underlying things. Every encounter and every piece of knowledge gained gets sifted through the INFP’s value system, and is evaluated to see if it has any potential to help the INFP define or refine their own path in life. The goal at the end of the path is always the same - the INFP is driven to help people and make the world a better place.

Generally thoughtful and considerate, INFPs are good listeners and put people at ease. Although they may be reserved in expressing emotion, they have a very deep well of caring and are genuinely interested in understanding people. This sincerity is sensed by others, making the INFP a valued friend and confidante. An INFP can be quite warm with people he or she knows well.

INFPs do not like conflict, and go to great lengths to avoid it. If they must face it, they will always approach it from the perspective of their feelings. In conflict situations, INFPs place little importance on who is right and who is wrong. They focus on the way that the conflict makes them feel, and indeed don’t really care whether or not they’re right. They don’t want to feel badly. This trait sometimes makes them appear irrational and illogical in conflict situations. On the other hand, INFPs make very good mediators, and are typically good at solving other people’s conflicts, because they intuitively understand people’s perspectives and feelings, and genuinely want to help them.

INFPs are flexible and laid-back, until one of their values is violated. In the face of their value system being threatened, INFPs can become aggressive defenders, fighting passionately for their cause. When an INFP has adopted a project or job which they’re interested in, it usually becomes a “cause” for them. Although they are not detail-oriented individuals, they will cover every possible detail with determination and vigor when working for their “cause”.

When it comes to the mundane details of life maintenance, INFPs are typically completely unaware of such things. They might go for long periods without noticing a stain on the carpet, but carefully and meticulously brush a speck of dust off of their project booklet.

INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don’t understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it. Most INFPs will avoid impersonal analysis, although some have developed this ability and are able to be quite logical. Under stress, it’s not uncommon for INFPs to mis-use hard logic in the heat of anger, throwing out fact after (often inaccurate) fact in an emotional outburst.

INFPs have very high standards and are perfectionists. Consequently, they are usually hard on themselves, and don’t give themselves enough credit. INFPs may have problems working on a project in a group, because their standards are likely to be higher than other members’ of the group. In group situations, they may have a “control” problem. The INFP needs to work on balancing their high ideals with the requirements of every day living. Without resolving this conflict, they will never be happy with themselves, and they may become confused and paralyzed about what to do with their lives.

INFPs are usually talented writers. They may be awkard and uncomfortable with expressing themselves verbally, but have a wonderful ability to define and express what they’re feeling on paper. INFPs also appear frequently in social service professions, such as counselling or teaching. They are at their best in situations where they’re working towards the public good, and in which they don’t need to use hard logic.

INFPs who function in their well-developed sides can accomplish great and wonderful things, which they will rarely give themselves credit for. Some of the great, humanistic catalysts in the world have been INFPs.

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mixunderstanding

*

I figured out what i was doing;

     time.  

i get confused and misplace

     yesterday

either unconsciously, i thought -
or according to you,

     hurt

I want you to understand, i never meant you to be

     things

by what i revealed to you

     nature

but some quirks are a part of my

     purposefully

which i hope you’ll learn to accept,
if not love in

     wrong

Going forward,
i just hope i don’t mess things up this

     the future

*

(Source: lebuc)

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