Intellectual Eargasms
Description, huh? Ok. Basically, these entries will be my (mis)understandings of poetry. These will be my mental vomit (chunks included!). These will be the things my heart sings (or screams) to me when I'm alone and somber (or silly). These will be my incoherent (or intellectual) neuron synapse firings. These will be what makes the daily me, me (or an attempt at being me, whoever that is this week). Feel free to leave a comment or three - I'd appreciate opinions. Just don't be a d0uche. :)
Monday, June 19, 2023
Chipmook
Sunday, December 26, 2021
|Intellectual Eargasms| *gasps* did he just say THAT word? :O
I've decided to write again. And again. And again. This is where it's going to happen. Surprisingly, when I least expect it, inspiration hits me like a brick to the face. I'm not going to reveal the reasons for each decision to write, but I know, finally, that whatever I spew forth will not go unappreciated. I've renamed it twice already - the original title being the title of this entry, 'Intellectual Org*sms' (edited due to TOS), but I didn't want people to think it was something 'adult' - because we all know that's a bad word. Naughty boy that I am. *slaps self in face* Ow. Well, yeah - I just didn't want people getting the wrong idea. Then, it was called "Master0fPuppets' Mental Moshpit". That just grew the wrong way on me, like a mold. Or a rash. Like jock itch. I didn't like it, so I changed it to 'Mental Machinations', but I was still not happy about it.
So I went back to the original.
But, enough about the friggin title.
Update: 12/26/2021 Things have been quite the roller-coaster this year, and I've grown and learned more in the past 7 months, than I have in decades. Learned about myself, learned about love, learned about patience, learned about things I've struggled with all my life. Whether it was good or bad, nerve-wracking or peaceful, I'm grateful for the things I've been given and do not take a single thing for granted anymore. I've learned to let things be as they will, yet making sure I'm pushing forward to be better every day, and taking the steps I need to take so I can be where I want by this time next year. I've accomplished more lately than I have in decades, and realize that the goal is just that - the goal, but life is the journey and finding the balance between living and preparing is paramount. I am not just surviving anymore, nor am I overdoing it, I'm handling things one moment at a time. I know I've got angels on my shoulders, and I'll have my wings again soon. I'm excited for the rest of my life which is something I haven't felt for many many years, and it's amazing. Hope everyone out there had a wonderful holiday season, and is spending as much time with their loved ones as possible.
Seaside
from time to time
that takes my breath away
all the stars in the sky
shine their light from inside
behind the walls you've built
out of your innocent soul
through your precious heart
like a beacon in the fog
a lighthouse in the storm of life
your light finds me
the little kid inside
scared, lonely, alone
and reminds me
I've nowhere to go;
I'm already home.
For Lauren, the brightest star in my sky.
RFP 2021
Tuesday, August 31, 2021
Interlude
i try to catch my breath
and take in everything,
for this moment
fleeting,
precious,
serendipitous,
is home
and heaven
and eternity
to me.
our hearts in sync,
our breaths filled with content sighs,
our souls intertwined,
our music a lullaby,
we are eternal,
all that pain was an illusion.
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Choices
If they're good enough for you to use them
but not enough for you to choose them
your selfish ass is gonna lose them
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
Serendipity
Friday, October 30, 2020
Overthinking...
Do the people that are never fully alone, and choose not to be around when we're depressed (because who wants to be around someone depressed, right? *rolls eyes*), realize we're depressed because we're alone, and that they're happy because they're not alone? Is that the same question as, do those who haven't experienced our pain, ever truly believe how bad it is?
Clearly, unless we've been through something, we will never know it. If you're happy, and never alone, do NOT take it for granted... some day it could be gone. Get right with yourself, by yourself, or you're gonna crash. HARD. And most of all, be thankful and grateful to those who ARE around you, NOW.
Robert Piazza, Sr.
Saturday, August 22, 2020
My Reminder
Friday, May 1, 2020
Kawfee
tend to the beans and their life
carefully and perfectly roast them
grind them to a perfectly-set size for ourselves
and slow-brew our coffee
and we love that coffee even more
because of what we put into it
Why settle for drive-thru love
when we can grow our own?
©Robert F Piazza, Sr.
Sunday, April 26, 2020
I See You
©Robert F Piazza, Sr
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
The Way
I'm not the heart you threw away
I'm the soul that absorbed the entire Universe
and finally found the way.
©Alfa with edits from Master0fPuppets
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Standing By
through anything,
for as long as necessary,
even beyond...
But never demanding they stay standing next to you,
if their happiness lies elsewhere,
and helping them find that happiness,
even if it's without you.
All the while, still loving them completely.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Quandary
the strength I've been given
the energy to handle certain things
the patience to face adversities
becomes so heavy
that I can't help wonder
is it a gift
or a curse?
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Through Glass
if they wanted you,
they'd make an effort
not an excuse.
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Ghosts
give you all the ego-boost and pride you desire...
anyone can love you from a distance.
Where are they for the ugly moments?
Where are they when the world isn't all rainbows and butterflies?
Where are they when reality is more than text on a screen?
Nowhere.
They may have all the answers, but ask them to show you something... to teach you something... to live something with you... to be something with you... to exist outside their safe haven of masks and deception the internet so gladly provides.
Maybe it's safer that way.
Maybe it's easier to not commit your soul.
Maybe it's faster to get virtual affection.
Where will they be when the lights go out?
Will they sit in the dark with you?
They're looking at you through the glass...
And, vice-versa.
Remember this.
🖤
Wednesday, March 18, 2020
Monday, March 2, 2020
Cheesy Grin
fate.
consequence.
are these all self-inflicted
mind-states created by ego
avoiding the undeniable human condition
or
do we have a choice?
Yes.
Scarred Heart
RickRolled
and she knew it
but holding on
to that bit
of hope
that
he
*crickets chirp*
Saturday, February 8, 2020
Caffeine-Free
it's become difficult to let the keys reveal my thoughts.
They'd flow from wherever they originated,
right down my arms,
into my hands,
onto the screen as my fingers tapped the proper or improper keys.
Backspace would become a habit, and I'd begin again.
I suppose it's because thoughts don't make it out unless they're given the power to do so,
my arms miss their confusion,
my hands miss their melancholy,
my eyes miss the mistakes.
That's no coincidence, they don't exist.
Truths have become my weapons against the almighty keyboard,
and backspace, a long-lost acquaintance.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Quickly
Robert F. Piazza ©2013
[Inspiration: Ain't nobody got time for that.
(I'm too old for, and done with, these head games)]
Monday, January 11, 2010
I Shall Call You "Patience"
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Peanuts
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Eyes That Shine And Love That Binds
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Butterflies
Love is like a butterfly
Locked
Wondering
your heart can be mistaken
and overpower you
and lead you to be foolish
and stuck without a clue
of how love can just disappear
and tear your world apart
the want, the need, of someone here
that feeling in your heart
without that love, it's all a game
and just a waste of time
and no, it's not me who's to blame
it's you that did this crime
you told me you were different
told me you're not the same
you told me you'd be there for me
yet filled me up with shame
for doubting you were honest
for thinking you would lie
but wow, it hit me like a brick
how quick you said goodbye
and so i sit here writing this
and wonder if somehow
my heart will ever forget you
cuz my head just don't know how.
so tell me now what should i do
since it seems you're over me
how did you close your heart so fast
and decide to just be free
i wish i could see inside of there
to know just how you did it
cuz mine is kinda broken now
i really should have hid it
and kept that wall up constantly
and never let you in
cuz i've got to start over now
and don't know where to begin
so fly, my angel, and don't look back
i want you to be free
i'd rather sit here wondering
than love who won't love me.
What Can I Say?
Leaves me thinking
Of what to say...
Very curious...
Enticing, in a way...
You've made me
Open my heart
Unconditionally...
♥
Medicated
Another
Mystery
I...
Needed...
Something,
Anything,
Nothing,
Everything.
Why can't I stop thinking?
Ones And Zeroes
bits and bytes of thoughts and feelings
anticipating their destination
transforming binary to synaptic
synaptic to binary
forming comprehension
and understanding
beyond our virtual reality
we connect.
Exposed
softly grazing my keyboard
innocent and naked
they fall into place
some have purpose
some may be
exposed to you
for your amusement
take them for what they are
or feel them the way I do
but share with me this lyrical journey
if only for a second
I exist
my intentions are achieved
Instant Message
darkness falls
raping the color from the landscape
within seconds the fear begins
invisible beasts become real
peaceful animals become monsters
leaves falling become footsteps
and silence deafens me
alone
How?
thoughts can be twisted and deranged
time is only an invention of man
reality is simply our perception
fear is a motivator yet a destroyer
peace is a forced understanding of confusion
happiness is an elated state of mind
love
is
unconditional
undeniable
inexplicable
incomprehensible
yet it is the strongest emotion we have
how?
love
unconditionally
undeniably
inexplicably
and comprehension doesn't matter anymore.
Tell Me Something
not what you want me to hear,
not what I want you to say,
but something.
a million things
from a million thoughts
by a million minds
start to all look the same-
words can become vacant
lacking content beyond letters and syllables
random inklings spilled upon blank pages
drying up into colors and tones-
where only fractions of intentions,
and minuscule conventions,
exist.
tell me something-
something you.
Truck Stop Napkin
rough and crisp you were
sniffling I just grabbed you
sore noses feared you
a teardrop softened you up
and gently, you blew my mind