Incredible ordinary

Sun came up and pulls the blankets from my bed, another incredible ordinary day. Ordinary plain simple uncomplicated and ordinary. I take a coffee as we all do, my senses bathing in that wake up shower of neuronic Stimulation. Incredible this simple done, delicious ordinary.

We all fan out across the lives we lead, doing the ordinary. Me this, you that, they the other. No questions asked it’s just plain ordinary stuff, which I find incredible . An ordinary lunch, mabey later an ordinary coffee, choose your flavors please they are incredible.

Day over, another ordinary day, another incredible ordinary day done. 

Poem: My Berlin Phone

Berlins night, neons bright glow and flash.

Reflections splashed on my S Bahn window.

Surrealistically almost a computer game.

Plain we are jammed,

in eery quiet, rings, plings, buzzes and beeps.

Train rocks lightly,

Rolls, we just hold our phones.

Alexanderplatz is warm and dark. 

Crowds shuffle each of us in a hussel .

Most heading home, tourists clutching cases .

The rest plugged into the net.

Tipping, tapping, swiping, writing.

Clicking, snapping, sending, booting.

It’s viral, 

It’s infectiously contaminated communication.

Legally,

I’m shooting endorphins.

As my post gets a like, 

Friends hit comment,

Yet another follows my Insta. account.

Instinctively I pluck my fucking phone.

Again, was it three minutes or give it five. 

Ago.

I know it’s crazy, 

Its addiction to this screen.

We all are addicted to our known.

Afflicted by the grown dependentcy on the phone.

Activate to see who’s seen.

Who’s new not been to my page.

My new pics, posted fresh just now. 

My microcosmic world, of who and how.

Check it, route it, write and mute it.

U Bahn Bernauer Straße, Aussteigen bitte!

Pling or was it a ring?

Home.

Liam October 18 

Poem: UNIVERSALITY

We are not only a drop within the ocean of consciousness,

But we are also the mighty ocean contained within that drop.

We are not only the star within the great Cosmos,

But we contain within us an entire universe of light.

When the thunder rolls it’s lightning that flashes in the synapses of my brain.

The rain, fresh and cool on every leaf, flows strong within my veins.

The sun which greets this warming day,

My heart shouts;

I live, I love, I touch & hear you say.

We are not only a drop with in the ocean of consciousness,

But we are also the mighty ocean contained within that drop.

Liam 2018 July