*Footnote: #101

random thoughts: we all have them, every second of everyday, so it’s no surprise when they pop up from time to time in the least and even a lot of times, expected places, like, hey, I was just thinking that, that’s my idea, or a kind of, sort of, variation of what I was thinking when doing X and Y throughout the day.

We’re very much alike even though it can feel like we’re so very different, but different in a good kind of way, a constructive way, a way that universalizes our emotions and expectations of ourselves and others around us.

I can almost guarantee you have more in common with the guy bagging your groceries, or pouring your latte than you do with fellow employees, or even some friends for that matter.

So, I’d like to propose that these rand0m th0ughts be an open platform to share, discuss, question, debate, relate, or even just to vent, with purpose of course, how full of crap menial thoughts throughout the day really are – perhaps they’re not?

Let’s decide together.

Conversation is key, and I look forward to hearing back from you readers, writers, and all around daily thinkers of rand0m th0ught.

rand0m th0ught #101

our most lost days

can be our most found,

it all just depends

what’s lost,

it all just depends

who’s in the bin

give em hell

You are not great

You are not special

You’re another puzzle piece,

a letter of scrabble.

But spell great without the G,

or special when missing a C,

place yourself wherever you fit

it’s for them you’ve got to be

they’ll take credit either way, so

if and when you tell

listen son, be a good girl now, when you’re all worn out

it’s best to give em hell.

blue jay’s back

blue jay’s back, cloaked in sun

hopping from grass to concrete

his colors I lack, flutter from wings

they drift-float-and-pass all around me

as I turn my back, cloaked in shade

I can’t tell if he’s mocking or loves me

smart for a change.

I’m an idiot,

a great big idiot.

Aha!

Now with that out of the way,

who’s next?

I implore you,

let down your guard.

It’s actually quite satisfying,

being smart for a change.

Untitled for,

all

that

time

effort

energy

left

to

H

A

N

G

breathe

Get out of
bed

Untangle from
sheets

And
breathe

Each day
new

Another crack at
life

vague for vagueness sake

Is it vague for good reason,

or vague for lack of meaning?

It’s a struggle not to tell,

exactly what I’m dealing.

It’s more or less about

the act, that is perceiving.

It is vague for vagueness sake

for whatever needs believing.

the dark of day

Like an archer without aim
I’ve shot myself so many times
into the dark of day.

Like a horse’s leg gone lame
I’ve broken mine so many times
into the dark of day.

Like night and day the same
I’ve hid away so many times
into that dark of day.

Though a dear friend it became,
farewell the night
which lit the way
out of
the dark of day.

two sparrow

This morning, a sparrow

gnaws at my ear, his absence

is all that I see, while sunlight

casts shadows on tree limbs

I hear, nothing but sparrow clearly

while stillness, and calm

fly all through the air, impressions

a Renoir scene, two sparrow

take wing, like dancers I hear

them tip toe paint gracefully.