Today's Observation:

Matt Holck

C: could you open up the gloom window?
M: what's the gloom window?
C: [pointing towards the vieled blinds]
that's the gloom window.
dispense some light.
M: [turns the hanging handle]
C: let in the gloom
gloom and doom

beautiation

You alright there Matt? I never have the confidence to post here myself, but I respect the maintenance and creativity you do for this place big time, and I hope you're ok.

Matt Holck

I had to recently pack up my wares from another poetry site
that I'd been maintaining for two years
because the administration decided they would no longer tolerate me

BEAT

observations here, conversations in pm.


The things I once thought were so important now trickle from my mind,
no longer is having a huge wedding so exciting, rather tiresome actually.
The allure of eloping becomes more and more...
its more importatnt to others now,
no turning back.

Mother nature cant make up her mind...
the Sun God is dying but not quite dead.

Matt Holck

Billy Joel - Goodnight Saigon
video
lyrics

this song is about camaraderie
about the love with one another and a world
that could blow up in your face
so we draw comfort knowing we'll all in this together
so much so that each would throw down their lives for the other

Matt Holck

to move ones hip from side to side with out tilting
one must engage the ass muscles

Matt Holck

I saw a ragged manon the corner after the freeway exit
holding a regged brown card by sign
it read "McCain" (he's a US presidentail canidate)
it looked like the man standing at the stop light wanted money
I thought "Does he expect McCain suporters to cheer him on"
then, the bum fliped the sign and it read
"Obama" (another US presidentail canidate)
and the irony made me lol

dr.bollocko

So we motored on into the night,
Across Europe where I scattered pieces of my heart,
On a road between Bruges and The Hague.

Saw my reflection in the rearview mirror after I got back today.
No face. Just shadows chasing scars on the windscreen.

The answer to a question nobody ever asks is always to travel.

Matt Holck

I can make the water resonate in the tub
by pulsating my tummy
until the wave sloshes over the edge

Matt Holck

so I worked over time Thursday
did dance class after work on Friday
my shoulders were sore
the walk to the car after class seemed longer than before
for my legs were tired with lactic acid

so I went back to sleep Saturday morning
after dropping my friend off for work
and I had a DREAM

We (immediate family and me)
were heading south out of Havelock in Iowa.
I was taking an alternate route in my own car
(probably for some rendezvous)

Anyway,
I parked in the wrong private lot at a freeway intersection
and my car was IMPONDED

so I go talk to the guy whose got my car in his warehouse garage
(there are also two goons skulking about)
He refuses to give my car back.
In fact, he goes through the junk in my back seat looking for valuables.
He finds a binder full of other peoples written work given to me for the game I run.
He takes that binder away.
Well, I'm out of luck and got no car
so I leave.

I visit a two story house
where I once stayed for a few nights many years ago
with distant relatives.
No one recognizes me at first
until the child man return and sees me.
I ask him if he's back from work
(a sort of gentle humor as he was too crazy or dumb to have a job before but I didn‘t really know).
This man is very glad to see me.
I tell my car story, and suddenly there's a family feud.

My distant relatives all go to where my stolen car had been stowed
apparently now on top of a slanted roof of a large mansion.
My sistantrelatives go in and burn the place down.

leon35

I like this thread.

Today as i gazed out my solitary window i noticed the shadow of my house invading the gravel driveway and lawn beyond and it dampened my spirits. But through lifted eyes i looked futher on to the tree and hedge line before me and then further away to a terraced roof with a perching crow. And the sky in its almost infinite horizon was blue. Not grey and sullen but blue and uplifting. I wondered as five motorcycles whistled past at difficult speed what if this scene was a picture. It would be silent then and peaceful and reminders of the tragic consequences on our roads by muppets with helmets could not be heard. And the world would be a better place.

dr.bollocko

Its all falling to pieces now Thank Christ!
And so the heart of the traveller destroys. The crust of human urge clinging to his skin rebels.
The flesh and bone of empty life fall dead like the seventh veil. Razed like cheap kindling.
And then there is just soul.

WiseMona

Watching the glow of the setting sun on my childrens jam smeared faces this evening, I felt a warmth wash over me. The whisteling of the kettle and smell of the turf summoned me to the hearth. Sometimes, it is good to do nothing but enjoy the sensations of the things that surround us.

leon35

His wicked wicked eye. I observed from afar i knew he saw it. I saw him look to see if anyone cared. Nobody did. Those wicked eyes, not yet five with scruffy dress. I watched, i seen what he did. I almost feel the shell as it disappeard and dispersed on those new Nike runners. And then permently scrawled on to the pathway. I watch as those wicked eyes smiled at the kill. Those wicked wicked eyes. Another snail dies.

Frilly Keane

Its not raining

Yet

Matt Holck

I left the head of the jet sprayer soaking in lime away
hopefully it will unclog the pores
so the blast cuts better and harder

dr.bollocko
"all seven and we'll watch them fall" -Prince

WiseMona
the glint of Jam

leon35
more bird porn

Matt Holck

I woke up singing at midnight
yes, actually singing "the Man who sold the world"
a sad song
but I am pleased I was singing

Matt Holck

slow?
you mean dead
as if all that dared to tread lost interest
and left nothing in their steed

this is not chat room
thw writing's on the wall
and here it will remain
'til someone reads the scrawl

the lament of summer fled
has bleed these branches bare

Matt Holck

I am very tired
took my car to the shop
took the bus in to work
the dishes were endless from 9 to 7
took bus to shop
picked up car (new starter seems to work)
haven't been able to properly respond to no one no how

Matt Holck

I singed my hair today
I went to light the gas oven
[there is no pilot]
so I turned the gas on
then became distracted because the casual dish was not clean
so I started to scrape the glass bottom
then I remembered the gas was on
so I got on my knees and opened the bottom door below the oven door
to light the oven
well, the gas had gathered in the camber and blow up in my face
I wasn't hurt at all
but my hair and eyebrows did get singed



The Oven

Matt Holck

lonely much


?

Matt Holck

Chasmosaurus

http://www.phaetongroup.com/dino_prep_lab.php

"Chasmosaurus, or "open lizard" takes its name from the large openings in its frill. It was one of the most common horned dinosaurs of its time and its remains are frequently found in this region. All horned dinosaurs, or ceratopsians, were herbivores. They cropped plants with their beaks, then chewed the material with banks of shearing teeth that lined powerful jaws."

http://flickr.com/photos/misterblack/2672345187/

Matt Holck

It is fun to stir with ones feet when washing clothes in the bathtub
such torrent dragged upon the bridge and ankles swathed in flowing cloth

Matt Holck

couldn't the polar bears survive the melt down by exporting them to antartica?

dr.bollocko

This flu. This evil bastard that slid down my back and up my throat. This viral rapist has put life out of reach today.
I stink with sweaty fever and moan and groan and chunder. Thank god nobody sees this pathetic display.

Matt Holck

ugg
being sick is no fun



I think we carry mOst of our feelings on are own

we react to what we feel without outwardly expressing our feelings
like our senses, feelings are input
we don't express everything we see

Matt Holck

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oyz7e8iQ6Uo

Sarky

Matt, if you're not going to at least WRITE something about your masses of random Youtube videos, then go post them Here. I won't ask again.

Matt Holck

Jezz Sarky
I just found the video entertaining and wanted to share with the group
groups form on forum pages
not just on entire forums

the forum says observation of the day so I try to keep it fresh
thank you for your help

Technically
everything in the sun is not a gas
electrons disassociate from nuclei
this is considered a forth state of matter called plasma

Matt Holck

When I was child one day while taking a bath,
I put a big clump of shampoo paste into my hair
and it became angled a knotted.
Ever since,
I always smear the shampoo in my hands
before putting it in my hair.

Matt Holck

my friend tells me he has nightmares about work

I dream about arranging dishes
how will I place them
how will I clean them
very mundane

Matt Holck

I am viewing the page in black

top menu boards.ie > Change Styles > black

I have turned ny contrast to 6%
and all is very dark
and I can still read in fuzzy softnes

Matt Holck

a moth has tickled my forearm

Matt Holck

I got thin mints
wafers pressed in chocolate paper skin
at the 99 cent store
'cept it's not 99 cents It's 99.99
each mint wrapped in on plastic sleeve
gentally packed in sharp cornered box

kerrrory@gmail.

Yes I often go to down to the local beach to watch the kite surfers. good to be escape from things every once in awhile

Matt Holck

my wisdom teeth are impact and I infected
and the pain came in waves
one moment I was incapable
and then the next feel fine
all Saturday

I went to Tijuana and got some anti-biotic

plonk

I need to change. My life will suffer unless I alter the path I’m following. I struggle with temptation and fail regularly. This cannot and will not continue and I must first convince myself this and then ascertain it. For I, do not have too many chances left.

The pursuit of goals, dreams, and ambitions is what makes a man who he is and ultimately decides how his life will work out. If you fail in the quest for these goals, then change them. Adapt your goals to suit your situation, but never give up, never lose hope.

Trying hard is not good enough; you must constantly give every last ounce of your mental and physical ability to succeed. There is always tomorrow or the day after but today is tomorrow, so start now.

I wish I could. Never wish you can, envy will get you nowhere except thinking dire thoughts about instant rapture and victory but will inevitably lead to misery and failure.

It’s always harder than it seems and you constantly imagine it to be an impossible task but inevitably it’s worth it in the end.
Thank god it is because this life is the only chance you got.

I reckon the second line needs rephrasing of some sort

Matt Holck

I feel mediocre without words or pictures
to carry me on the winds
this last year has watched me wilt
my 40 hour job slowly beating me dull
the fighting on this forum has hindered me further
I watch other fly with their words around me
grasping that melting point between longing and passion
decorated by slick images
and I drown in others depth too thick to stir

Poppy78

The noise of other people's pain
is invading my peaceful space.

Only that it is people I love
I would turn the volume down.

Now I must leave a place I love,
Curled up with feathers and soft cotton
Tucked under my feet and over my ear
The only draft a tunnel
Created by a dead tree with someones ideas on it.

And I go to sit
In a sitting room,
With tea and biscuts on a coffee table,
And we will wring our hands
And say
"What can we do?"
"Can something not be done?"
Like we did the last time and all the other tiimes before.
Rewind, fast forward, rewind, pause, breathe.

Matt Holck

walking from island to island
crossing the creek upon stones
wait, this place will fill
and water spill and flow

af_thefragile

Ambitions and expectations i go to bed with.
Wake up in a daze of losing light.
Contemplations and calculations is what i step out with.
A job to complete backed by a dream i walk.
The mourning breeze, the fuzzy streets, the faces that distract my path.
I take a stop, have i lost my path?
It seems so hard to tread across the river without falling in it.
Without diving in it, getting carried away by the currents somewhere far offshore.
Swimming back across to land in the losing light.
Contemplations and calculations is what i step back on with.
A job remained unfinished backed by a dream to be carried over into the next day.
Ambitions and expectations i go to bed with.

Matt Holck

the most complicated wire shelves on which dishes are stalked
are the middle two utensil layers in the back.

plastic storage containers hold
...
rubber spatulas, small metal spreaders, square grill spatula, triangular spatula, whisks, big spoons, big tongs, little tongs, big dippers, little dippers, peelers, scoops
...
each in it's own plastic bin

I set the washed tray of instruments on the self
and sort the silver ware hand over hand

sometimes, someone else decides the reorganize the positions
and I have to adjust my patterns of placement

anyway it reminds me of that joke where
Helen Keller's parents rearrange the furnisher to punish her

InkSlinger67

Being stuck in a rut is a terrible thing. I am, to a lesser extent, still stuck in my rut but can see a brighter future with these new insights. Not so long ago I was blind to the world: the activity, the interaction and not to mention the opportunities - all lost in the past but not anymore.

I know posting in boards is not the most adventurous of things to be doing with my time but I'd like to think I could be doing a lot worse. A lot of people in this world live to make life harder for themselves and for others but I've finally lost that rigid train of thought and much prefer to focus on the positive. Its not easy, not in the slightest but well worth it upon reflection.

If I travelled back in time to myself 5 years ago and told myself what I'd be doing now I would have laughed. To make a valid opinion or idea known to a public audience is one of the hardest things to do when you are deep in that rut. Your only focus is to get to the weekend and waste that time too.

If you are reading this and thinking "what form of tablet or suppository has young InkSlinger taken this time?" I can understand where you are coming from. Just remember life is for living, not for wasting. Do what makes you and yours happy, not what you think might make you happy. Live the way you want to live and not how others tell you to. Form your own opinions and never be afraid to offer them to anyone who asks. You're not being honest with yourself or others if you regurgitate an idea you once heard and thought was a smart thing to say.

*Steps off podium*

Matt Holck

collecting editing

shut up!

A smiling girl walked past me on the street today. I couldn’t help but imagine what sort of life she had lived. I think most people usually smile for others; rarely for themselves. She walked past me and I could smell her perfume – it smelled like her smile. She wore an azure blue coat, and I turned and watched as it disappeared into the crowd, carried by her smile.

shut up!

Today I heard a man say, 'I didn't kill my wife'. At first it caught me by surprise, that someone would be so frank about what they didn't do, as if a sinister suggestiveness held thick in te air.
Then I realised he was quoting from The fugitive, a moviestarring Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones. I don't care, I thought. My imagination evanesced back into the humdrum of sub-subconscious thought.

shut up!

Suffering is catching; one person cries and the dominoes fall. If 23 hours of a day are spent in varying degrees of relaxation and enjoyment, does that last hour get to ruin your day?
Laughter is catching; someone giggles and it spreads around the table. If most of your day is a mixture of loneliness and gloom, does that last hour get to make your whole day worthwhile?

Maybe, maybe not.

That last bloody hour!

busted flush

Today i noticed how fake, utterly false people can really be.It was at first disgusting to me, but as the day ebbed and flowed ,it made more and more sense. Lies you see have become the very fabric of our world . Even on the holiest of days

da Poet

Isn't this world; a world of greed,
Destroying each other as we need
To self-destruct before they land,
Those occupiers with spacial plans,
Our Saviours sent here to bleed.

Matt Holck

humans' success as species has allowed them to overpopuated the planet
humans succeed because they help each other