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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

brooklyn wind

                                           brooklyn wind
                                                                invisible roots
                                       blowing everywhere
                                     yet never leaving home.
                                                         james george poulos
                                             
                                                           

Saturday, May 9, 2015

#9m

                                              Shelter
                                    of a mysterious kind
                                     every mother a mary 
                                    no thank you is enough.
                                                              jgp
 

Friday, May 8, 2015

#8m

                                   Rain feeds consciousness
                                           and as the stem of pain grows greater
                                                        fear of death lessens.
                                                                                                   jgp

Friday, May 1, 2015

#1m



                           The bewilderment of consciousness
                                   the gift of employment 
                                paid in buckets of wisdom
                                       and silent reward 
                                                   of
                                        elegant humanity.
                                                            james george poulos
                                                        
                                           

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

#16

                            there was a wet coin on the floor.
                  on one side of the coin was written, the truth.
                     on the other side, was written, the secret.

                                                                            james george poulos

Friday, April 24, 2015

The Sleeve of Innovation

                                  The Sleeve of Innovation
    
I generate ideas, that improve the quality of life.  I wish innovation all the time, and when I witness it, the wings of my soul flap with cheer at humanity's improvement.  I always wish for more.  Employment for all and well lit laundry rooms with beautiful outdoor views.  I have simple wishes, like, "car doors and bumpers coated in rubber", and I also have complicated wishes like,  "slip-on shoes and roofs that never leak."  Why can't I make more innovation happen, faster, and easier...? Does innovation somehow threaten me, even though I desire it?  Wishing for an improved and painless world is my never ending conflict.  I am inspired and  believe that innovation is happening, regardless of how I  help it along.  I hope for the advancement of humanity.  Even if I just wish, It is the least that I can do, to implement my innovative humanitarian dreams.

by James George Poulos