Idea

Idea        3/24/2015    

Intelligence is more than memory

Or pattern recognition

And that will never constitute consciousness

Nothing but processing

Over and over again. 

How do you measure love?

And how can you quantify

The drive to survive

And create?

Efficiency, morals

Distance, and speed

A few of the many things

We consider,

And judge every day. 

The soul is more

Than what we could guess

And the spirit burns bright enough

For the whole world to see.  

I make no apologies

And I am not ashamed

Not here, not now

And not ever. 

The doomed will rant

And gnash their teeth

But a fool can never change the truth

As obvious as can be.  

The truth matters more

And it is bigger than a tirade

The only way to a peace

And greater than any,

Momentary pain. 

What is this, that we worry?

Nothing but a state of mind

Because the loss of truth

Is far worse than anything

They could ever steal.

You can see it now

The utter foolishness of men

Cavorting like scavengers

And snapping at each other

Over nothing at all.  

No, let us have the truth

Even when it hurts

Because that is the only thing

That matters

And the only thing

That lasts. 

In the end

There is love

Beautiful love

Like sprinkles of cool water

On a hot summer day. 

Unexplainable,

Immeasurable,

Thrilling, and mystifying

The essential spark

From which, we are made.   

No matter how much we give

There is always more to share

And no matter how much we lose

There will always be enough.  

Seven Secrets

Seven Secrets          3/23/2015

Press your lips against the glass

And mouth the words of alienation

Because we are all strangers

Blowing smoke at a mirror.

If the truth hurts

Then somebody will ban it

Infantile, stunted,

Dumb, and dead. 

If you lick a razor

Then you will bleed

Stung down the middle

The mind over metal

Coppery and burnt.

I am like a fool

On the cover

A one dimensional illustration

Of vintage fiction. 

Used and discarded

At the café nior

While a car speeds away

And busts through the gate.

Nothing can be saved

If we don’t figure it out

And there is no mystery

Without greed and lust. 

We will never be free

Until we can take the abuse

Unyielding, principled,

And fearless. 

What happened

Happens

And what we think,

We do.

Act it out

And don’t look back

Because there is nothing

Worse than regret

Cutting us in two. 

I see her now

Through half closed eyes

Cold, cruel

And damaged.

But I lived through that

And there is now way out

But up,

And more than enough

To walk away. 

Nadir

Nadir   3/23/2015

The top tipped over

And no one even noticed

A the water crested

And now subsides.  

Something’s are hard to measure

But that doesn’t change a thing

As eventually every hibernation ends

And we wake up. 

You can’t be a victim

If you choose not to be

And there is no victory in silence

Or fear.

Sometimes the greatest of actions

Start with simple words

And there is nothing more powerful

Than enough

Goodbye and No.  

It hurts to swallow your emotions

And let them boil inside

Harder to digest than broken glass

Churning in your guts

Like an acid bath. 

It always comes back up

And explodes everywhere

The wasted anger

Of passive aggression. 

But to resist calmly

Without malice

Enables the truth to be spoken

With strength and integrity. 

Let it bubble up

And become who you are

Unyielding like iron

From the inside out. 

Gieger

Geiger    3/20/2015

If the plugs are pulled

The ship will sink

Either faster of slower

Depending on location

Weight and size. 

We are riddled with holes

And many we have made ourselves

With our emotions tied in knots

Double minded and dumb.

We let fear steal our peace

And fight like savages over nothing

Missing the point

And denying reality

Every day and everywhere. 

Yesterday and today it happened

But nobody says a word

As we quietly shuffle forward

On our way to the end. 

Gingerly we take baby steps

And sigh in relief

That we still live

Walking in a minefield

Strewn with the dead.

But if we are to die

Then why should we fear?

Wasting our time

And wasting our life. 

We hide for no reason

When we should be bold

Standing in the shadows

Of the ruthless and the belligerent.

Throw back the curtains

And let in the light

Shinning forth

From inside our souls. 

Let the spark burn

And soon there will be others

Penetrating every corner

And under every rock. 

Green

Green 3/18/2015

Here I am

Just like yesterday

Purposeless, useless

Wasted and dumb.

Scrambling down the corridors

And always hitting the wall

In a maze of dead ends

Leading to nowhere.

In the great in between

There is always time to think

As I count backwards

And fall back to sleep.  

For a brief moment

Colors have a taste

And I remember

The cool minty green

Laughing and clinking glasses.   

The best times are brief

And they come and go in a flash

But, yet they still resonate

Decade after decade.   

We were friends

But now we are strangers

Sojourners in a strange land

Unrecognizable and alien.   

We bumped up against each other

And for a time we understood

All the absurdity, and obtuseness

Everyplace and everywhere.  

It takes effort

And it takes time

But in the end

We are all overcome

By the vicissitudes of time. 

The purity of what we were

Transforms  

Diluted with cynicism, doubt,

And constant derision.

But if I had never loved

I would not know

And if I had never lost

I would be dead.     

There must be

A larger reason

That our stars crossed at all

Each one spinning against each other

And collapsing upon themselves. 

If we had not crawled out

Then we could still pretend

But what good is pretending

If we never know at all.    

In my mind

I live in a graphic novel

And together it was like a movie

But without being captured

It only exists, in the endless narrative

Streaming in my head. 

No one cares

That we torture ourselves

Because torture without growth

Is only pain

And degradation. 

We still have

All that matters

And I pray I take it with me

Like smoke curling in the air

And snowflakes on your tongue. 

All of you are me

And I am also you  

Perfectly planned

And poorly executed. 

We will get our second chance

In the second life

The kind we cannot lose

No matter how hard we try.