9/21/15

THE LOOM

Humans dwell encapsulated
within cellular insulations.
Cilia measure vibrations inside
vessels which circulate blood
throughout central nervous systems.

Optic fibers translate data
reflected through eyes into
brains which process these signals into
relatively three-dimensional images.

This occurs on a planet revolving
about a sun hosting this activity
en masse by a process which involves
the necessary transorbital positioning of
repeatedly placing these beings in between
their planet's and its star's geomagnetic cores.

When they are in between these
magnets (a position labelled "day")
there manifests a sufficient amount
of energy by which they may achieve
their daily tasks toward survival
and the continuation of their race.

While outside these magnets
(the intermediary position known as
"night") the majority manage
to rest and recharge their batteries.

If information overload has ever occurred
in the history of this sentient species,
it may best be personified by what occurs
online all over their world wide web today:

The disparity of data and how it
relates directly and indirectly to
humanity eventually collects
into extreme disproportion.

These incoming waves of daily
tidings serve as fast-moving
ticker-tapes of windows
through which individuals
may glimpse single frames
of their living skin.

Scales of the ourobouros
they are each in the process
of weaving together on their
planet looming in outer space.

7/31/15

CHAIN MAIL

Losing faith in God or replacing Him
with science as in atheism (just a lower
case theism, of course) seems symptomatic 
of not wanting to hear someone's individual
story.  It seems indicative of not wishing to 
listen to that particular description of the 
inexplicable.  It's a matter of not being open 
to other interpretations.  In order to listen 
one must have faith because the language
heard is always alien, even if spoken in 
the same tongue; the ideas behind the 
message strange, or never encountered 
before.  If you can believe in others,
only then may you believe in Him.
If you can only believe in yourself, 
ironically even the simple idea of
God becomes much more challenging. 

7/1/15

A SIMPLE QUESTION

Given a choice directly ahead of you 
on your pathway toward a binary split
at the fork in the road so to speak
would you turn left to buy yourself more
time in this existence for the cost of
being eaten by an anaconda eventually
or would you turn right where you would
perish painlessly much sooner?  Or
can you accept the spirit of the question
and answer 'left' or 'right' without
rebuking it by providing another reply? 
Your answer reveals a lot about your
capacity to listen.  Those who shout into
the well of tears hear something familiar
echo back up at them, while those who listen
greet something familiar by making a friend. 
Somehow this message got lost on
a lot of us.  Please don't make God 
into an echo chamber where you transform 
loneliness into companionship.  Instead,
reach out to what others are trying to say
and humble yourself before them.  You will
see what I mean when given a choice ahead
of you on your path toward a split of your 
tongue.  The next time someone has
something to say to you will you turn your
left cheek away from them to lend them
your right ear?  Or will you turn right away
and say something about having left
them behind?  Think hard before you 
answer and don't just sit there; say something. 


SL 
SLC
6/30/15

5/29/15

I AM I

It is it
A wide open eye
our umbrella
staring awake
seeing all
receive its vision
in dreamshine
we remain dry
while on high
beyond all skies
exists nothing
which our greater eye
needs protection from
unblinking with no shield
it lowers the lids
for all men to yield
to dreams in which
they come to see
what we are
but what are we
must ask again
when we awaken
every morning
slowly coming
to our senses
if not the manifestation
of that countenance
which never sleeps
nestled below
in this blue nest
farthest from the deeps
to get some momentary rest




3/14/15

HARLEQUIN VENTRILOQUIST

He cared not for the stars, he did not feel so wise,
there was nowhere for him to go, no matter how many
times he tried, and as a matter of fiction stitched
into our lives, we are sewn together, the teller
and the reader, you see, and that's what draws
you in, the sentences hypnotize your mind
through your eyes, for the duration of the narrative
generated by the source text, the reader begins
to identify with him, our lost protagonist suffering
from sidereal disdain, feeling immobilized on
his pillow at night, and suffocating with routine
during the day, dealing with the intensifying 
awareness that there may be no escape, that
the parameters of our biological continuum may
have been preset for execution, our genetic
message being pronounced along the unfolding
sentences of our generations, that there was
nothing you or we could do to prevent the next
generation's outspoken message, materializing as
word balloons with human outlines, going about
their daily business and routines, mulching the
detritus of our dreams into a palatable nourishment,
our ashes, their fertilizer, but the part that smarts
the most, they cannot see this and are relegated to the
pitiless, regardless of how filled with curiosity
or wonder they've become, nothing less than
being shown themselves directly with time and
experience, until they have reproduced themselves,
that our tongues do not extrude from our own mouths,
so much as they fork through our children's.  

3/10/15

RAGE AGAINST THE DIVIDE

Doing time without rhyme or reason;
surely is a mad season.

Feeling lost at what cost (a hollow one).
If I sound caustic it's cuz we lost it.

Fist in the air in the land of the free
(between you and me reigns a cut and dried society).

Much worse off than simple hypocrisy:
we've got outright lies and shameless blasphemy.

A corrupted system where the rich can kill for free
and the homeless and poor must pay to behave.

That's right, land of the free
(free to be doomed by the likes of We

ourselves who can pull the strings using dollar bills
and flashing rings with our professional smiles

all the while hiding the real nature of this beast

that we're all killers at least.)

Trained to remain calm at the embalming.
That's how we became character actors.

So now I'll cut myself off from this train of thought,
because I know where it's leading.

And if you think that would make a great candidate
 
well you're probably rightit's a great fuel, hate. 

You think that's not the issue, well it isn't justice either.
In a divided union there can be no believer. 


So remember in November, I dare you to step forth
and make your voice count.

Otherwise you grant power to the other side.
And that is all it takes to seal our fate


Conscientious cooperation
 
wide awake or quite sedate. 

2/28/15

A CLARION AMID THE DIN

It's not only outer space that's important
and it's not just inner space either
it's both our neurological microscapes
as well as the deep core of our own planet
and it's not panspermia itself that brought
life necessarily to earth nor just our molten
iron womb alone either as much as the distinct
possibility that the combination of asteroid
(sperm) and planet (ovum) may have resulted
in the origin of life here and hence ourselves
as a bonafide awakened sentient species

And how could we forget the deep
oceanic trenches and the inherent
mystery they conceal? We're familiar
with five percent of our ocean depths
there lies the real future of science
because the outbound quest may be lost
and doomed to a telescoped oblivion
if that were even imaginable much less
possible but yes leave it up to us to
achieve impossible absurdities

Something so original and harrowing
as to make damnation appear mundane
go for it Rocket Boys and may the spirit
beyond the deepest waters move you
toward the ultimate adventure
of discovery and may your destinies
meet with unspeakable success

What a mess. Enough science fiction
about space ships already, I call a boycott
the real space-ship is Earth and I want
to read and write about that so reel your
spaced out dream back in quick
everyone knows the crypto-
terrestrials are here already
and we're their latest offspring

Listen to the leaves inside your mind
and realize the wind passing through
the seashell of your skull is not
imaginary because you may have
mistaken it for something else
it is real because you imagined it

Try to get it right and did you know
there's no such thing as out there at all
it's all in the mind every sparkling piece
of it including those glittery dead sequins
twinkling every color of the Alphabet
whose intertwined songs harmonize
into a celestial choir belting out the one
hymn we've been hearing all our lives
and it's not just whispering myths
or describing lost dreams, that's just
the sound of it all breathing

So wake up and grow mouths
so you can stop screaming
see what I mean by reading
not only in between the lines
but repeat the lines themselves
because it is not just the words
on the page that carry meaning
it is their distinct combination
and the empty spaces between them
crowding out the remainder of existence

A polarized balance which pings
a microtone spark across the dark
of space to light up this place for us
to see the secrets buried deep enough
to make it worth the challenge of our lives
to find so please stop searching for extra
terrestrials if you don't mind we've plenty
here already dying to know us besides
extra-solar ones more than likely 
advanced already are ahead 
of the curve searching for us 
we may rest self assured

They will find us on the television
screens of their collective minds
and read our lips from the static
laden silent film of our own history
projected in the bright expansion
of a gravitational microlensing
for their perusal so meanwhile
what else are we going to do here
all alone together aside from
feeling lost in our own home

For the sake of all that is common
and good, alienated and terrified
of being invaded because that is all
we inherently know (from having been
born from scratch of the lightning
bolt spark-struck nickel iron womb
core of our parent planet) don't you get it

We're the species that invaded this place
if it isn't obvious already then try to think
of it this way, every solar system is a factory
in the shape of a vast tapestry which
manufactures us at the third station

And here we are on a conveyor belt
of revolving bodies harmonizing cosmic
frequencies for the mass production
of sentient fruit and the mirror trick
to remembering who we are is not
to care what the reflection looking
back at us from dark matter resembles
because phantom distortions of ourselves
are terrifying when taken out of context

This has been a public service announcement
coming at you live online all the time archived
on the world wide vine from Thornswrath
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of the Trees and Sworn Protectant of the Rose
Still Blooming From the Heart of the Earth