Code and Pattern

Code and Pattern                      8/21/2015

Everyone has faith 

Even those who believe in nothing

Their faith firmly in themselves 

And the approval of others.

Swimming like bait fish

In the sunlit waters 

Never having the courage 

To risk 

And to know.  

If we came from nothing

Then everything is nothing

Nothing but an accidental

Combustion of miasma

Accidental, random and meaningless.

My thoughts and spirit

Nothing but a random hallucination

The imaginings of an amoeba

Swimming in soup. 

But in my smallest pieces

Therein lies the name

A code written in letters

In a sequence of meaning

And information stored.

And what prophet

Or prognosticator

Has ever been right every time?

Provable beyond myth

And hidden in plain sight. 

To tell this truth

Is to be the hated

Mocked for the obvious

Unfolding before our eyes.

All of this

Has happened before

Played out on a reel

And stored in history.

All the same

And predictable on cue

The beginning, the middle,

And the end

Cause and effect

Choices and consequence. 

Never once wrong

No not even once

As one step leads to another

Like my hand over flame.

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It’s sad that we forget

And it’s sad that we are weak

Arrogantly pleasing others

Out of narcissism and pride.

Poking at the usual targets

The kind we know cannot hurt us

And mercilessly mocking the honest

Every chance we get.

But who has the courage

To speak the truth?

The real truth

Even against the protected

And above reproach?

If you cannot

Then you must know

Deep down the truth

Everyday

And everywhere. 

We jump on the few

And rain down with ridicule

While ignoring far worse

Every day and everywhere.  

Trace the blood trail

And see where it leads

Always to the same place

Now and then 

The truth and the lie.  

Grow up out of guilt

And come up out of fear

To the fresh air of truth

About who, why, and where.

I also have lived

And I also have suffered

Suspended in the night

Dangling between

Wanting to live

And wanting to die. 

Beyond all explanation

I was plucked out of place

And given a treasure

A precursor of truth

Undeserved and beautiful.

But if I had the slightest doubt

I would surely tell you know

But never have I been more certain

Of anything, anywhere. 

If only, we could believe

But without expectation

Even before we saw

And even before we knew.

We always plan

And we always wait

But by the time we see the proof

It’s always too late. 

Now is the moment to ask 

And now is the moment to knock

Unceasingly to try

Even without an answer 

With everything you are.