The Candybox Blog

Does each have a name? I consider the stern ants… From the top of my high rise. . Sunset, park just closed New friend, the ringing phone booth! The little bird sings. . Deportation time! A mass of people line up And wait for the buss. . He makes a promise Somehow that’s anesthetic “This won’t hurt a bit.” . After work hours, Brilliant innovator’s Sale cons my wallet. . Hoping it will change So I’m throwing bricks at it It’s a wall, I know. . Chaos, half-done mess… “Why has God forgotten me?” Asks the canvas, wet. . Church,...

Can it please feel less? That feeling in my chest. I know the world isn’t real, But still I have to feel. Quieting that overburdened melody, In my heart box. Can I please cut it out in exchange, For a bigger and more sensible brain? Anything less quick to ache and pain, Like something from a machine! That’ll just beat, and beat, and beat, and beat… All punctually punctilious, And wholly inconspicuous. Quiet you! Over-pronounced melody, Considering my heart box. Perhaps I can, please… Contrive a means to make it cold? I’d buy it as medicine for my soul, And...

She’s collecting stars Strewn upon the pavement, blind Sweeping shop keeper . Friend to the bottle Curls softly beneath the smoke A cigarette bud . I can read the lines Blisters tell us we’re stronger Callus on my hands . Flower-stand baby At the intersection where The cars pass him by . Farewell family Next to a slaughtered forest A dying tree seeds . Exiled to a cart God, tell her she’s forgiven So she can go home . A stale smell downstairs Follow a cough and the blues Rain, wet cigarettes . All quiet except A guitar in the...

Something beautiful I watch it from a distance Love makes us so strong . Glass shards on the street To cut the soles of my shoes Neon sign flickers . The last survivor On the concrete corner, cracked Dandelion bloom . Newspapers stuffed clothes Spare her most the cold Lying on a bench . Brush stroke clouds on blue Splendidly powdered colors His concrete canvas . A playful rattle Smiling with only one tooth I throw him a coin . On a pedestal The oracle foretells doom Speak it, preacher man . Street lights in the sky Where do the...

Science Daily recently published an article entitled, “Computer ‘Trained’ to Classify Pictures and Videos Basing on Elements They Contain” “University of Granada researchers have developed a new computer technique that allows to “train” computers to interpret the visual contents of a video or picture. This advance will allow to classify automatically pictures basing on whether individuals or specific objects are present in such images. Videos can also be classified according to specific poses.” And ChatBots.Org has a video interview with Hugh Loebner. Worth the read and look to tickle the inner geek. I remember talking with someone in 2000 about...

Today I found God! In the palm of my hand… In him I trust, to pay My daily quarter-pound ham. Obliged by my deity to spend Sweet insatiable demands. My God is generous and wants me to have; Minivans, and drive-throughs, superficial devotions, Better job performance, less headaches and more sex, The more I have, the more I wish I had less… Great pleasure-seekers addicted to routine! Save my soul savings for satisfaction guarantees… Humor me please, real people, real beef, I am what I eat; domesticated meat. Sweet liberty never felt so free, When I spend my freedom on...

The devil hides in the madness of the masses. Not in the actions of the few. True enemy, a great deception, but who are we to deceive? I, ourselves, you, or me? That great foe of any people lies not in prejudice determined by color, race, or creed. It hides within the power hungry drive of a people, The united whim, blind by their own wants and greed. So who am I to point and speculate blame, At any one christian, muslim, man or saint? When the fool in each of us drives, All the world insane.