Series Core (March 2011)

March 2011

Proemse (3/1/11)

Yes, I know that I’m cheating by writing right now

It’s 12:16 AM the next day

But a daily quota set is no reason to stop

And leave thoughts wherever they lay

I just remembered a topic that was brought up a lot

Within my mind (There’s a council, don’t judge me!)

And before I forget and worry and fret

I feel it best to record it (Wouldn’t you agree?)

The topic is poems and my use for them

Yes I know it seems hard to forget

When the medium’s the topic I’m scrambling for

A mind unfocused is one that’s not set!

My thoughts had been centered on the fact that I find

More pleasure in verse than in text

More time with a rhyme was certainly a sign

That with prose I was easily vexed

I think it’s just due to the fact that there’s rules

And here I can be more oblique

And be vague every line, and to words I assign

A certain feel of mystique

Well this poem has a pause of which it’s cause

Is the sleep that my mind will demand

After a brief interlude, I will see fit to resume

This topic I have on hand

So here I am after a good night’s rest

Though my dreams showed me chaos within

Of passion like fire, of every desire

Of who I could be, or have been

Anyway, back to prose, the thing everyone knows

I like to think it’s easy to write

But my thoughts go astray and my point wanders away

And I just give up without much of a fight

*whirrrrr* (3/1/11)

My computer fan has been driving me mad

It just runs and runs all the time

More persistent that any update box

Or any “Low battery” chime

While I know that a fan is needed to cool

The inner workings of the system

If it’s toned down a notch and the sounds went away

I honestly would not miss them

This dense CPU honestly needs a clue

As to what’s a priority in each instance

As it keeps acting up on the slightest occurrence

On a blank session with ZERO resistance

It probably needs a vacation from my modification

Of its processes or the latest sensation

I should let it alone or acknowledge I’ve grown

To like the problems as a form of elation

The Scale of the font’s the title (3/1/11)

I’m a little annoyed that a number is me

In the grand scheme of academia

I mean, my whole life’s been a race for an arbitrary grade

With race hurdles slowing me with each flaw

And if you think about it, the goal is to reach another line

And that line start the next race anew

And so on and so forth the racer runs on

With breaks that are far between and few

And before you know it half your day’s long gone

And you know only your own sweat and toil

And you find out from others who have finished before

That half was superfluous soil

So how do you spend the rest of the day?

Continue on for a victory lap?

Have a party with friends or make plans for a while?

As for me, I’ll just take a nap

This brings me back to the forefront of my mind (3/2/11)

Have you ever considered how who you are now

Depends on who you were then?

How the lens that you view this world through

Is shaped mostly by where you have been?

My memories swirl like a leaf in the wind

When I perchance to reflect

Upon all the things that my past has held

Things I did and didn’t expect

To observe something fully, one must be outside

But to change it, you have to be within

For accurate reflection some rules must abide

To clear up the clamor and din

In memory of Animeted.org (3/3/11)

How I remember those days of our old forum group

How we’d prattle on and on about life

Our frequent discussion of topics abound

And the random stabby time with a knife

Nothing accomplished (sadly true) but plenty fun to be had

Alter egos on every other page

And in the lead of spam, infinite possibility

For laughter, for sorrow, for rage

So I embarked on a trip today down memory lane

5 doors down, then a left, then a right

To look with a fondness upon a carefree past

To remember an ancient delight

Much to my surprise, the domain has quite changed

No longer is it our old home

Now it’s a site used to search for all things

A magazine, a film or a tome

Gloomy Days (3/4/11)

My mood is tied to the view outside

Melancholy with skies of gray

Clouds above, no sun to see, an unending breeze

Makes for a very gloomy day

The issue’s not raining, it’s energy draining

The lack of life out there

Throughout the day, I’ll let things lie where they lay

I just can’t find the energy to care

Every task’s drudgery, every task’s troublesome

And I just can’t keep track of the time

So the day just drags on, and nothing is done

Guess I’ll just move along with this rhyme

Make up your own damn titles (3/5/11)

For the first time this week, the poetry’s a chore

But I still want to continue on

A break in a promise that I can’t ignore

A deadline to write before dawn

To be fair, the title has been planned for a while

A concept made just for shiggles

By the way, I use words as I see fit

Hence the union of “shits” and “giggles”

My word, this is a first use of epithets to date

(And did I just start writing in “British”)

I guess I need sleep more than I previously thought

So this sentence is a concluding finish

Pair o’ D’s (3/6/11)

The title’s phonetic, please ignore the text

Crude humor is certainly strange

A viewing of series abridged and remixed

Provide for a humorous range

I guess my viewing is to pass the time

Or kill it as the saying goes

And find some humor within absurdity

Some mockery everyone knows

Yet these parodies are their own works in a way

With jokes and gags of their own

Catchphrases and mannerisms ingrained in each setting

That would fail is used alone

A Neverending Story (3/7/11)

Hey don’t you hate it when a story ends

When the words are laid to rest

When the pen is dry and conflict is resolved

And all plot occurrences confessed

You feel there is more to be said

More to a world you’ve begun to explore

More “What if”s and “So then”s that pique your interest

More vistas of that distant shore

But worst of all is that barrier there

A divide between “reality” and dream

The difference between fantasy and the fact of your life

Between dull and impossible gleam

Hiatus (3/12/11)

It’s been a while since I last wrote

Idleness suits me quite poorly

Several tasks to attend to and plenty of time

You’d think writing would be simple, surely

I idled about attending to matters ubiquitous

I worked with some notion of place and time

I worked on what I felt like on whim

Based on daylight bright or dim

Some things were accomplished and polished too

Some were left for a later date

Some picked up, examined, then cast aside

Until a time they relate

Inspiration (3/19/11)

I might have said inspiration flows

On its own, it stays where it fell

But the shaky truth my inspiration knows

Is that creation may not go that well

I admit that it can be a chore

A drudgery sometimes to write

A task and an assignment, a dreadful bore

Procrastinated until late at night

The issue is clear, it’s a problem with me

Of things to which I am attracted

Diversions abound, other topics around

Which I am easily distracted

So if gaps ‘tween these pages extend for ages

And a set schedule is mine to rend

My creative fruit is in some other pursuit

To be used to some other end

Reality (3/21/11)

What we see and what we hear

Smell, taste, and feel each day

Is it really real to us?

Are things as we often say?

Can you be sure that the past exists?

Can you be sure the future lies ahead?

Are you sure you know what it means to live?

Do you know what it is to be dead?

My personal thought is that I’m happy right now

My life style’s pretty laid back

Passive to all ends, carefree in my days

Always defend, and never attack

I don’t have a goal, and I see no path ahead

I live only in the here and now

What concerns me concerns me, and an untrue self

Is something I’ll never allow

But enough about me, onto reality

Onto questions of matter and form

On to what is and what isn’t, what could be and can’t

What is peculiar and what is the norm

Did yesterday’s face really exist to you?

Will tomorrow’s face be the same?

Who’s to say where reality begins and ends?

Load and save on a video game

What proof do you have that this world isn’t new?

Newly made, with no history behind

Instantaneous in, and instantaneous out

No way to support or deny in kind

Things exist because they exist, or they don’t because they don’t

Logic circles never really end

I’ll think of these things even if others won’t

But a final note to you, I’ll extend

Unanswerable truth matters not to most men

What matters is a truth that will stand

Under scrutiny of senses, under logic and thought

Within answers that we will demand

So I can say that I exist as much as my thoughts exist too

0=0, or 1=1

Absolute may be far, out of reach like a star

But really, that’s part of the fun

Nostalgia (Swings) (3/23/11)

Do you remember those days on the after-school swings?

Meetings by “Chance”, a carefree chat?

The time spent discussing a myriad of things

Enjoying that place where we sat

Do you remember the lunch-hour table?

Of idle or random discussion?

Do you remember full orchestra?

(The constant critique of percussion?)

Do you remember afternoon hours,

Spent on clubs, on projects for art?

The time spent on aimless wandering

No set end, and no memorable start?

While that time and place are distant to me now

My memories of them remain

To reflect ‘pon those days with fondness and envy

Some sentiment empathy will regain

Anime (3/24/11)

In a way I like stories, and I always have

I’d like to say that I always will

I enjoy the perspective of different worlds

And the situation from someone of skill

I love the immersion into a far distant land

The excitement, the sadness, the love

The ideas of the possible, the unlikely, the absurd

Of forces found below, around, and above

To accept them as real for the briefest of moments

To consider fiction as reality for a while

To believe in ideals, in dreams, in fate

To enjoy a frown, tears, or a smile

And though the context is false, the lesson is true

Moral and meaning still have their worth

To be applied to your life as a general rule

A better self you can unearth

Nostalgia (Tabi) (3/27/11)

It’s funny how we found that show

By delaying our division of path

By browsing by name and discovering a tale

Centered ‘round legends and math

We both fully enjoyed it, and enjoyed it again

And hold hope we’ll enjoy it once more

Be it the Spice or the Wolf, or the story of travel

(Or maybe that music score)

The dreams it inspired, the plans that we made

Though unfulfilled, never begun

They exist to me as a possibility

And a reminder of a past filled with fun

And there’s a certain correlation to future expectation

A freedom not found in this world

The Time’s declaration taken into consideration

Overall leaves that dream unfurled

Nostalgia (Dango) (3/27/11)

A story told from the point of a guy

Of sadness, of fond memories

A story of a world that ended continues

Of love, of living, of trees

The story of redemption for perceived sins

The story of what’s wanted the most

The story of how family matters to all

The story of a wandering ghost

The story of emptiness, or impending doom

The story of loss and despair

But to the place in this city where dreams come true

“Shall I take you there?”

The dreams and the light cast within that city

Determination to try, succeed or fail

Of the next generation, and the one before

A truly inspiring tale

Existence (3/28/11)

I delude myself not to know good or evil

To see things as black or white

I believe the result varies on one’s eyes

And the context from which they will sight

The overall means are just means to an end

To justify action and thought

Perspective will differ and change the result

Redefine answers you’ve caught

What concerns man is only the earth

This idea is what I believe

What comes next is no concern of mine

The end result I’ll happily receive

The sorrow felt at a morning wake

Is the loss of an idea’s source

The knowledge held by the fallen one

Erased in due course

Myself (3/29/11)

This mortal shell, this fragile being

I don’t think this is me

This sense of self is so defined

By what I feel and see

Yet what is this really, this carbon cast?

Is it set, is it constant, does it change?

Can you truly say it’s the same all the time?

Lacking variety and range?

I’d say that I am a mixture of both

Mental thought and coincidental form

Father funny from a certain perspective

As both easily fit within a norm

The body is ubiquitous with little to show

Of unique traits and abilities

The mind is the same, for it can only know

What is supplied from its bodily facilities

A soul is in question, is it energy or more?

A driving force, or a medium between

A being is a unit in which the above store

The form in which I can be seen

I forgot (3/30/11)

I forgot the topic of the poem I wanted to write

I wanted to finish the one before

I guess this will teach me the value of NOTES

For the ideas I’ll temporarily ignore

Or I could be free of my OCD

And let some ideas slip by

The majority of my time is not spent on rhyme

And only at night do I try

Any anyway this diary has a questionable fate

(Though diary fits only in a sense)

I want to believe I’ll publicize these

Though that excuse may well be pretense

Oh well, I’m most sure that the thought will return

What was once thought may be thought of again

I may catch it next time, or let it slip by

Where it goes may well be where it’s been

To she that worries (3/31/11)

To me, friendship’s and interesting quandary

Hard to come by, but resolute and strong

Once you have broken through my inner shell

We’ll always get along

To me, the most important fact is

That we can see upon reflection

A time in which we both agreed

That we had a personal connection

Though times have changed and the world has too

And thoughts and feelings blur

We still can be close friends

Of this fact I am sure