A taste of my skewed view of the world
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The weight of belief often drags us down,
removed from the essence of our days.
Gather the fragments,
let go of sacred burdens,
not in haste to replace what’s lost,
to refocus our gaze inward,
toward the ordinary.
Bless it with the weight of our attention,
to witness, in the stillness,
holy light revealed in the mundane,
to recognize each fragment of existence,
as a whisper of the infinite.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 267/365.
When I die
will I be dead?
If it’s not yes,
then it must be no—
or something unexpected.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 266/365.
Poets don’t often become physicists,
but physicists, driven by the incomprehensible
nature of the universe,
sometimes find it necessary
to become poets.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 265/365.
Without shelter, we stand in daylight.
Without clothes, we feel the breeze on our skin.
In case you haven’t noticed,
it’s a beautiful world out there.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 264/365.
crystalline ice flowing beneath
azure atmosphere living art
painter streaking stroking leisurely
creating erasing recreating adapting
autumn scented breeze cooling
yellowing leaves flutter falling
settling insulating brown earth
beneath flowing crystalline ice
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 263/365.
Do dreams alter our identity?
Is bedtime a cliffhanger
and first awareness the next episode?
When I wake tomorrow, will I be myself,
or does each sunrise waken a new person?
Is sleep a reset?
Do we reboot a little differently each time?
Is sleep simply a software update
or a brand-new operating system?
Is each morning the next page in the same journal,
or the first page of a new book?
Is each new day a chapter in the novel of my life
or a short story that begins when my eyes open
and ends when I fall into slumber?
Do I wake each morning
a day older,
a day wiser,
or a blank slate?
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 262/365.
You have seen days worse than this one,
and yet the sun still rose
bright and golden the next morning.
It may be a bad day,
that’s all.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 261/365.
Humans don’t share; they exploit.
the carnal mind overflows
with wanton busyness,
with a profusion of materiality
Humans have this distressing
innate desire to dominate.
Forever trying to “conquer”
nature, space,
mountains, deserts,
insects, bacteria.
Their symbols of conquest are
the bulldozer and the rocket.
Destructive belching beast
raping the earth
and
phallic projectile
blasting the sky.
Stop doing dismissive, disconnected shit.
Stop rehearsing grievances.
Stop dwelling on symptoms.
Stop rushing waves of error.
Learn to distinguish intelligent,
sensitive people from
the morons who pretend to lead.
Escape the existential emptiness,
splash in the puddle of gratefulness,
explore the fathomless whole.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 260/365.
Irrevocable commitment to any religion is not only intellectual suicide; it is positive unfaith because it closes the mind to any new vision of the world. Faith is, above all, open-ness—an act of trust in the unknown.—-Alan Watts
Only owls and jackals remain
where everything has been destroyed
Led by the bloated,
puffed-up cretinous clown,
horny bonobos,
in the guise of patriotic christians,
ignore good science and fuck (up)
everything they touch—
Industry and extraction
wrestling wealth
from traumatized earth
in the name of progress.
The house is afire!
Cities around the world
are becoming homes for money.
Money, crushing everything,
erasing neighborhoods and cultures.
Neighborhoods, decimated by rolling tides.
Songs, myths, tribal memories,
social mores eradicated.
Cultures subdued by amnesiac greed.
Neighborhoods existing
only as grotesque imitations of themselves,
converted to places where
only owls and jackals remain.
Ghostly neighborhoods
of air-bnbs, homes for money,
where human beings,
hearts withered like grass,
sometimes sleep
like owls among the ruins.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 259/365.
the secret to staying young
is continually cultivating
the ability to unlearn old habits
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 258/365.
Desert Dweller 