Monday, October 10, 2016

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Systems

Like aspens.
Each tree sharing the same root
system.

Countries dividing world apart
Many beings comprising each country,
Each thinking with one brain +
Feeling with one heart

All floating along space on the same
big rock +
A part of the same system as other
big rocks
Each encircling a bright mass that dictates a clock

That system a part of yet a larger system

All

floating

along

Each doing their part.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Constellations

Stars forever frozen in time
Trapped.
Stuck staring.

Watching the opponent across the horizon for eternity.

The hunter waiting,
Forever waiting
While Scorpius is watching,
Forever watching

The moves, the shifts, the cycles
- to the stars -
seemingly stagnant.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Turing Machine

Reject. Reject. Accept.
No to this option
Yes to that.
Decisions, decisions
 
>Choice decided by the Turing Machine that is your mind.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

A colder front rolls in
Change in the air

The early night will begin
Excitement everywhere

Friday, July 8, 2016

Real Life

Sleep more appealing than the waking life
The waking life feels like a dream
A dream or nightmare
Not so sure which, but the feeling is there
Of illusion concocted by imagination

"You can't make this stuff up"
Rather, so surreal, that can't be real,
This real stuff must be made up.

But whose mind went here?
Maybe the grand architect constructed this story
How could this be?
Perhaps it's just someone's hallucination
In the end, was it all me?

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

That day when metal crushed in around my body
That day when shattered glass washed over me
That day
That boy
Killed me.

My being was shattered
My body was crushed
Broken.

I must reform
Take shape once again
Never the same.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

They Ignite Late at Night

Keep talking
The things you remember
Keep walking
Thoughts, visions, emotions dismember
Be so busy you'll forget
Until it's late at night
There's no time to be upset
Toss left, turn right

The day a jumble,
and how time does fumble
when it's late at night
and the thoughts, visions, emotions ignite

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

See of Synchrony

A sea of synchronicity, all at once bombarding,
to see the undeniable pattern
can just be so daunting
A cascade of truths, once learned
each and every action connecting, once discerned,
us haunting.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Minds of Mimes

Monochrome musings bleed in
 to one another
The mimes of the media exacerbate the process authoritatively.

So many people saying so many things
 Meaning so little.

Minds of mimes probably
 not so silent
The babble they babble
 their thought?

Probably not.
If only the minds of these mimes would talk
 - could talk -
 from the heart

Thursday, January 21, 2016

How the view is so relative:

Stars in the sky Suns light years away.
Revolving planets with plants and species like ours evolving?

Burning,
   falling,
                      exploding
                                             - they - we -
                                                                   may

Just tiny specks of light;
Those stars in our night:
just as important as our sun
to something
to someone.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Honest doubt could be the ember that, given the right amount of worry to fan the flame
and the proper fear to fuel it,
can burn,
transform,
produce,
transmute
into the most glorious catalyst.
An impetus for changing ablaze,
and the fiery anticipation of beginning anew.




Sunday, January 3, 2016

Test A

The first connection some body feels in the physical reality. The 3 dimensional plane.
The present timeline.

the separation of the body - the mind - no longer sep'rate;
the soul merges.
Presented with betrayal and deceit -
Some body's ability to love tested.
Love questioned.
Will the soul pass the test?
Will some body still be able to feel
The merge?
Or will that fear - anger - sadness - grief - forever fester?
Simply a test -
Test A

Test I:
Will the soul remember that it is a part of one?

Friday, January 1, 2016

Words create complexity,
Words have made us forget

No longer in tune with the subtle energies
The singular truth no longer known;
Only found in stillness
In silence it is shown

Communication dependent on conversing
You, the opposite of me

And so we have forgotten
Forgotten the power of we.