Digital Signage Art

The poetry you just displayed had me stunned,
And I realize what you do is purity,
You crunched data like a candy bar...
But what I tasted was naught but beauty.

Tapping on my phone might paint your canvas. And I'm shaking as I'm writing this.
My heart's been touched my brain blossomed..
A vision of your vision was bliss.

I had no idea someone shared my reality. What is and what may be... because with your lens you made complexity into an ephemeral simplicity.

I am humbled in a place where a machine might dream. And the conceptions you create might be inceptions we can make. Such is the beauty of a theme

That you brought to this audience and to me, emotions from wonder, and moments of glee.

Choice

What would we do if we could choose our feelings? What sort of emotions would we choose to feel? Contentment? Relaxation? Satisfaction? Without context could they be real?

Maybe we can control our emotions.

It might be like making your own luck.

Yet even smooth jazz in sunshine

can't get me out of my head in this coffee shop.

Jingles of change infect my ears

My foot is crossed and falling asleep...

And now hip hop is blasting.

Shallow hallowed what once was deep.

What am I even saying at this point?

How much relief will I receive from rhymes?

My world is literally shaking.

I can't make sense. I'm lost in time.

Ashes to Dust

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, eternal sleep, for the rest of us. The light of day, a candle extinguished... we won't give up, we won't relinquish. It's sad but true, that all lives end, we'll keeping on striving, because we don't know when. But we're only mortal, faint and fleeting, ephemeral sorrow, like a passing greeting. We're only human, and this sadness is real, this too shall pass, so pause, and feel.

Disaster

A cycle, a torrent, a wave, a crash.

I'm torn in two, three, four, and six.

Let me break free, escape and smash!

I stand for the truth, but have fallen for tricks.

I can't even say that I'm unhappy.

These feelings cannot be described as sad.

But what is it to be truly happy?

Is a lack of desire contentment? Or sad?

Why do I feel weak in moments of greatness?

Why do I get angry at simplistic peers?

Why do I desire difference from sameness?

Why do I create my own fears?

I'm restless, anxious, and utterly alone.

Yet I'm somehow friendly and feeling.

And here I sit, typing on my phone:

Relentless...Seething toward something I'm seeking.

My heart won't slow down but keeps pumping faster.

Will this end well? I foresee disaster.

Work

What am I doing?

I haven’t the slightest…

Here I feel surrounded

by the best of the brightest.

Yet I am the star…

of this one act performance.

And I’ll play my part

as if by an ordinance.

My job is tough

I’m overwhelmed

but when the waters are rough

a skipper takes to the helm!

Set up the server right now!

It wasn’t done yesterday?

How was I supposed to know?

I’m doing all I can today...

Fate

I'm sitting on my stoop next to an almost empty beer.

And I'm cold, alone, and honest throughout.

But I don't understand what it is I fear.

And I'm lost. What is this all about?

The pavement stares back at me.

Insultingly empathetic.

It seems to glare at me.

You're fucking pathetic.

And I wish, wonder, and wander.

Just inches from my gate.

But there's no room to ponder.

How is this my fate?

How self-righteous I've become.

Thinking that I must matter.

Now I will succomb,

but I wouldn't rather...