Happening

Flames burn.
Water cycles.
Stars shine.
Wind blows.
Earth falls.
These are events.
Subtle reactions.
Chemical reactions.
Reaction, reaction, reaction.
This is a reaction.
You are a reaction.
Catalyst.
Action, interaction, reaction.
Reactant, reactor, event.
Occurring, never occurred.
No You, No I, No we.
Us, reacting together.
Distilling together,
Combining and purifying together,
Us.

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Grace

An unfair wisdom sparkles in her eyes
a light of happiness dissolved
An ending of her childhood ties
cessation of the unresolved

Where erstwhile laughter bounded on her breath
the ember there will dim and fade
The thought of unrelenting death
creating an insistent shade

Then gospel, shouted blissfully, was shared
a slim and hopeful sanity
a lost son on the cross did bear
the sins of all humanity

With newfound courage, lifting words on high
A joyful song for all to sing
where once the thought of doom was nigh
now shines the grace of Christ, the king

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Analog or Digital

Digital is absolute, on or off, zero or infinity.
Analog is steadily changing, never absolute.
Cyberpunk is climbing towards reality with novelty.
Do we see it as an end point or another transition?
Is science fiction imagination or prediction?
Does it depend on the human motive or imagination?
What is the nature of reality?
All of creation is good, even upon death.
All is potential, nothing is dead.
Even upon death, these things persist.
We speak in absolutes. We think in absolutes.
Or we think in analog, hopefully.
Both are valuable and detrimental.

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Dark Questions

Do you wander the dark path, my brother?
Do you hide your fear and sorrow,
and joy and love,
behind the fragile facade of pride?
Do you lie to yourself and deny this?
How simple the fool.
Will you not break at this irresistable force?
Will you not show the pain to any?
Will you hide yourself forever behind the lie?
How complex is the truth, then?
Can you deny forever the hidden reality in which you exist?
Can you see through the impenetrable darkness
that surrounds you?
Can you ignore the ghastly cast of the shadows
of your fellows?
How blissful the unknown.

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Do you

Do you think about that lonely, golden parting?
Do you gather all your friends against the day?
That upon the mortal scales when you are lowered,
your spirit, light upon the earth, will lay?

Do you dream of one day rising into heaven?
Do you have the faith in youthful stories told?
Did the highest and most holy in the garden,
bring them back again to comfort or to scold?

Did you grow up changing values into money?
Do you think that all this property is grand?
These pursuits that stay afloat and sometimes prosper,
when the waves come, always tumble into sand!

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Words Of

Gray to white, hold nothing back
the wrist is weary and heady in its
passion to continue on and in fullness
express that which cannot be felt
and is in fact more release than expression
\You worry too well about other thoughts
and seek to guide the raging torrent
of words without refinement but with
power gleaned from pure passion
with the rough edges left on for seasoning
at the moment of perception
\At last they feel the pressure of the end
knowing from experience that the room is gone
temporarily they held in abeyance
the sorrows of confused equilibrium
that was unbalanced but now is free

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Questions from a Bi-Polar freak...

Why the rage? Why the burden?
I can dropp it all without a second thought
except to linger and spread word of handsome things

Why the hunger? Why the coal?
I can light it all up with my sardonic self.
and laugh at lit shadows on the bathroom wall

I want to die sometimes. Is that normal?
Or is it wondering about what is beyond?
I am not faithful. Only curious.

I want cessation sometimes. I want no war.
No haggled thoughts or ponderance on who I was
I want ashes spread and gone

But is there hope for me and what I represent?
I wonder sometimes at the fog.
Where did the happy childhood go?

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Glasses Half Empty

They are glasses half empty,
and hearts half full,
riding their dreams until their courage fails them,
stopping halfway
and wondering what to do after they have-
'been there, done that'
though it is never quite true because a dream,
it never ends
and they are only human.
They tagged the stars with their childhood
and gave way to the politic when they-
'grew up'
They kissed the moon with fleeting lips...
goodbye.
And when all had been said and done
they did not feel as if they had accomplished,
or even set out to do.
and when then, the challenge was pressed...
they threw it all to the wind
and lay down to die.

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Green Clouds # 2

Green flurries of folly flip and scurry about
into my tender grasp so that I can hold them
and mold them into the precision I need

They bring a balance to the fallacy of plight and despite
and level out the scored tendencies of flame and passion
until I scream to be let out from the formication of sin

There on the evening I light my folly like a fuse
and step once more outside my shedding skin
standing heady in the moonlight I feel my fleeting breath

Thinking of the trinkets of my burning life of ruts
I watch the clouds descend and bear me with them into dark
singing songs of tempting righteousness and sorted human death

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Backyard Nukes

The air is dark with ash and smoke,
the cities filled with mutant folk.
The crops grow bent with a bluish tinge,
when an ant is seen the children cringe.

'And what, ' you ask. 'Has happened here,
'to a world once filled with so much cheer? '
The answer, friend, is not so great,
The world is lost to a terrible fate

You see a warning was once ignored
by a little genius who was just too bored.
He built a thing from junkyard parts
then blew it up to make some charts.

He did it again to fill in the rest,
and topped it off with a third nuke test.
Then one last time with no rebukes,
he changed the world with his backyard nukes.

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