Love Zone...

Love Zone... 

You're in my love zone,

This ain't a friend zone,

I believe in you,

Know this is true,

Baby you never have to be alone,

You're in my love zone,

More than just this song,

No matter how long.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/28/2019

#Love

Sonicque...

Sonicque... 

All this sound locked in my head,

A bottled-up devotion,

Right brain in chains,

Clock-constrained,

A slave to the wallet,

Living in a capitalist dream.

My sax hasn't been out of the case,

Must be five years now,

I still remember the tast of a new fresh reed,

All starch and music,

Thank the universe for poetry,

My only right-brain escape from locked- in syndrome.

Left logic is always out on the town,

But the right side barely gets words.

AquarianM

By : Daniel A. Stafford

 © 11/20/2019

#Saxophone

Binary...

Binary... 

...Is a natural force in my life,

Like air or fire,

Water or earth,

I could not live without it,

On and off,

Electricity making pieces of reality,

I married the love of my life,

01/01/01 at 1:01,

I've made two careers out of it,

I live technology,

My poetry travels on technology,

Making my words literally electric.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/17/2019

#Poetic Philosophy #Tech

Hello Darkness My Old Friend...

Hello Darkness My Old Friend... 

It seems you're here to dance with us again,

Daylight savings had to end,

Early to work and leaving late,

Toil in hours of night seem my fate.

Fuzzy-headed is just how I roll,

A world of shadow with coffee in tow,

Though stars and Moon seem often bright,

Can't outshine the pollution of city lights.

Hours of silence and my friends have given up,

Darkness over leisure fills my cup,

Awake all night as others sleep,

My night of thoughts roam darknes deep.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 10/01/2017

I'm The Divider!

I'm The Divider! 

Act One: Shopping

I bought a new label,

Shiny on my table,

From a reporter,

Blogger,

Caster,

Vlogger,

Pundit,

Or other Bloviationary.

Gazing at my navel,

It makes me feel superior,

To someone in my own mind inferior,

So I go with my fears,

Aim it right between their ears.

Act Two: Division

It's not equal to Multiplication,

More akin to Subtraction,

No relation to Addition,

Distant cousin to Dissolution,

Evolved evil yet capable,

From some casual label.

Act Three: Helicopters

Millennials this,

Millennials that wonder,

Whose parenting act?

Act Four: OK, Boomer

OK Boomer Arrives,

In my ears like "Whatever,"

Useful to no one.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/08/2019

OK Boomer...

The Human Hours...

The Human Hours... 

Don't get me wrong,

Workaholic stoicism has its place,

Most particularly in the hearts of those who count beans,

Yet even they have a heartbeat,

Draw breath,

And reach for the flush handle.

The toughest talk still stifles a yawn,

Has to lay down their head,

Stumble sleepy and vulnerable,

Deep in the Human hours.

All business All day,

All child in PJ' all night.

AquarianM

By:  Daniel A. Stafford

© 12/01/2019

The Howling...

The Howling... 

In November the winds remain,

Diminished in force,

Yet colder and sullen,

A foreboding season,

Still the cornucopia of harvest is celebrated,

A gathering in,

Comfort and rest with kin and kind,

A season's labor behind.

The cold comes,

Guard you well the embers of fires,

We must stand strong Winter's bane and icy bluster,

So that in Spring,

The colored leaves of Autumn will feed the blossoms soon to green the long hot Summer.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 11/05/2019