History

For millennia,
its been
building
for millennia.
History,
building
up over
time.
Mankind’s
story
building
in the ruins
of time.
Digging.
Digging deep
finding layer
after layer
of mans
ancient
realities.
History
of man
building
in the soil.
Layer after
layer.
History.
History, being
buried one
layer
upon
another.
Crushing
the past
as it builds.
Much never
to be seen
again, ever!
Digital.
Digital history,
building up
layer after layer.
Digital relics
buried deeper
and deeper.
Crushed.
Crushed by
sheer
volume.
Pushed deeper
and
deeper.
Deeper
into cyberspace.
More and
more digital
history
building,
layered
deeper and
deeper.
Some.
Some
to be
discovered
by
digital
archeologists.
Most, never
to be
seen again,
ever!

Arrived

When
they come,
what will
they see?
Organics,
animals.
A world
full of animals.
Dirty messy,
animals.
Animals
steeped in
instincts,
controlling.
Animals fighting.
Pecking order,
fighting for
power, control.
War,
eons of
war, killing
on an
unimaginative
scale.
Millions
upon millions
killed.
Killed
for control.
Primitive
beliefs.
Beliefs,
they’ll
find alien
belief systems.
Religion, they’ll
find religions
preaching.
Controlling.
Speaking
of gods,
saviors.
None of which
resonates with
their understanding
of things.
They’ll stay
out of sight,
so alien this
all be.

Christmas

The spirt Of
Christmas.
Secularism,
leaning away
from religion.
Do not know
if there is
a god.
I believe in a
great maker, but
don’t believe
humanity has
a clue.
Yet,
Christmas Spirit.
What is it?
I feel it
in the warm
glow of
Christmas lights
on the tree
and
throughout
the house.
I hear it in
Christmas carols
playing softly.
I sense it
in the
cracklings
of the
Yuletide log.
I remember it
fondly
as a child.
I experience it
as gifts are
lovingly
passed around.
Life can be
hard.
Life can be
cruel.
But,
Christmas spirit.
What is it?
I do not
know…….
But,
for me
at least
life
would be
a little bit
colder
without it.

Communication

Humanity.
Humans talk,
communicate.
Been doing
so since the
first grunts.
For millennia
human sounds
have filled
the airways.
Dissipating
in the wind.
Humanity expanded,
communication
expanded.
Spoken words,
written words,
flying furiously
around the globe.
Communications,
thoughts,
information, most
lost to time.
Some stuck
in the minds
of man
and moved
forward.
Engrams tweaked,
thinking altered.
More people
more words.
Endless
conversations
endless thoughts.
Ideas, thoughts
flying around
the globe at
light speed.
Computers,
Internet,
social media.
Communication
increasing
exponentially.
Most dissipates
some sticks
gets passed
forward.
Such is the
way
civilization is
constructed.

Fireplace

I
stare,
stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized.
I
hear the
sound of
creation.
The
snap, crackle,
pop of
creation.
I see
embers flying
like burning
stars
spinning
in infinity.
I
see time,
present and
past, while
contemplating
future time.
It’s all
in the
flames.
Parsing
existence.
Turning it
over, teasing
it out.
So much
to
contemplate.
Making sense,
trying to
make sense.
Impossible.
Impossible,
to know,
impossible to
understand
creations
meaning,
its raison d’etre.
Futile,
no way
of knowing.
I stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized!

Being

Existence,
being, thinking.
Improbable!
All that
occurred
for being.
Thinking,
an amazing
concept.
Understanding
improbability.
Improbability
of being.
Improbability of
of personal
existence.
What are
the odds?
How many
events needed
for existence?
For personal
existence?
Incalculable.
All that occurred
for personal
existence.
Incalculable!
Flash of being.
Personal existence,
firefly in nature.
Brief.
A few blinks
then…..
What to do
within the blinks?
Make the
most of your
unfathomable
being,
unfathomable
existence.
Process.
Butterfly effect.
What is
done today,
will affect
forever.
Will change
the course
of events.
Will effect
those yet
to be.
Make a
difference,
a positive
difference.
Make your
blinks count!
Make your
Improbability
meaningful
for all that’s
yet
to be!

Savage

Born
into the
jungle
are we.
Not, the
jungle of
old, but
a jungle
nonetheless.
Animal instincts
still prevails,
motivations
still primitive.
Driven as
before, none
diminished.
Civilization,
a new invention,
a new reality.
Yet the
jungle still
exists, still
prevails.
Conflict,
spinning conflict
within.
Wild vs
“civilized”.
Animal,
internal conflict.
Transition
between
states
of existence.
Ways of being.
Struggles,
the
animal struggles.
Sticky
past,
holding on.
Instincts run
deep, encoded,
programed on
our very
being. Our
soul.
Perilous journey
one from
the other.
Fingers crossed!

Immersed

Deeply
covered.
Surrounded.
Breathing,
eating, dealing.
Daily
understanding
wrapped in
local realities.
Know
nothing
more,
nothing
different.
Local time
molds
reality.
Different times
different realities.
Embalmed in
air, smell,
sight and
sound!
Realities of
a planets
creationism.
Each unique,
alien.
Each foreign
to each.
Universal
diversity,
none
the same.
Infinite
possibilities
there be.

Never Born

Where
are they?
All those
who never
were.
All those
never born.
Many reasons.
War.
Millions killed.
Millions more
never
born.
Whole lines
of family
future,
poof.
Generation
after
generation,
poof.
Never to be.
People you’d
be conversing
with right
now.
Having a coffee,
watching the game,
sharing a beer.
Never happened
never arrived.
Where are they?
People you’d
have differences
with.
Argue with.
Love,
share
time with.
Never born,
never arrived.
Their essence,
never
to be.
Where
are they?
Strange
existence
indeed!

Worldview

Need
to step
back.
Wound
tight
we are.
spun up
from birth.
Force fed
all we know.
Everything
we know
from one
tiny place.
One mote
of
spacetime.
Self important
are we.
Self important
we think.
Controlling,
manipulating
changing the
world.
Other ways
exists in
different
places.
Perspective
need more
perspective.
Much to
learn.
Infancy still.

Information

My
eyes see.
My
ears hear.
My
skin feels.
My
noes smells
My
mouth tastes.
My
brain interprets.
Information.
It’s all
information.
Energy.
Vibrations.
The view.
The sound.
The breeze.
The cupcake.
The oder.
All information.
Chemical,
electrical stimulus.
No brain
to process.
No reality
to experience.
All vibrations.
All energy
to interpret.
Everything
is energy.
Everything
is vibrations.
No brain
no reality.
The Universe
a field
of energy,
a
realm of
vibrations.
Including us.
Vibrations
interpreting
vibrations.
Energy
interpreting
energy.
Energy
never dies
it simply
changes
vibration.

Ethereal Riff

How could
it have
gone?
I see
paths,
so many
paths.
Infinite
in nature.
Twist and
and turns,
lefts and rights.
Fork after fork
choice after
choice.
How
to navigate?
Where to
turn?
Each path,
unique.
Each path
a different
reality.
Different
universe.
Different
endings,
different life.
Choice after
choice.
Many
outcomes
to be had.
God’s
eye view.
All have
occurred.
Infinite lives
lived,
experienced
all!

Mind

It’s all
in your
head.
The world,
everything,
it’s all
in your
head.
All that
you know,
or think
you know.
It’s all
in your head.
Every head
its own
world.
No two
worlds
alike.
Every head
its own
universe.
No two
universes
alike.
No two the
same.
Each, unique
each, different
unto itself.
None,
live in
the same
world.
None
live in
the same
universe.
Each different,
none,
the same!
It’s all
in your
head!

Baked

It’s
all baked,
baked
into the
equation.
Human
civilization
genetically
organized.
Organized as
prescribed in
DNA.
DNA code.
The code that
controls
who,
what
we are,
what
we do.
Procreation,
self preservation
strongest
Instincts in
all animals.
Code by
DNA.
Sex and
violence,
coded.
Coded for
sex to
propagate
the species
and violence
for the
preservation of
the species.
Coded
deep within
DNA.
The game
is rigged.
Finite options.
Predetermined,
coded in DNA.
Civilization
struggling
with code.
Struggling to
overwhelm the
beast.
Defeat the code,
the DNA.
The game
is rigged,
we do what
the code
directs.
We do
what
we were
coded to do.
The game is
rigged,
coded on
every
level.

Wandering

Flowing
through space
and
time.
Wandering
dimensionally
through
ethereal
realms
and back.
Sliver of
reality we
live,
oblivious
of all that
exists.
Writhing in
the bog,
clawing to
survive.
Looking up
looking out,
like babes
in the
crib.
Wandering,
wondering.
Mysteries
wrapped in
mysteries,
never to
be known.
Undaunted,
pressing on.
Pressing on
to a future
unknowable.
To places
beyond
belief.

Beyond

Beyond the
veil.
Covering
reality.
Shielding our
view.
Drawn in front
all around.
Everywhere,
controlled.
Seeing,
knowing only
what’s allowed.
Opened our eyes,
here we are.
Where is here?
What is here?
Is it all
there is?
Believe what
we see?
Is there more?
Is it
really that
simple?
What’s outside,
beyond our view?
Our reality
fixed, set
in place.
Immortal beings,
are we.
Old beyond time,
infinite matrixes
to explore.
Moving from
one, to another.
No connection
between.
Keeping immortality
fresh and new.

Brainwashed

Clean slate
at birth.
Filled up,
programed
over time.
Information
force fed,
pushed into
minds.
Created.
Created by
location,
environment.
Information
from the
past.
Ancient
information
told as truth.
Whose truth?
Earthly truths,
limited in
nature.
Billions
of galaxies,
one speck of
dust.
Most not
known, much
incorrect.
How to move
forward?
Understand,
we know
little.
Much of it
wrong.
Question
everything.
Accept nothing
as fact!
Clear the mind
of ancient
thought.
See infinity
straight on
and rethink
it all!

Emergence

Out of the
bog it
rose.
Slowly
it grew,
expanded.
Complexity
increasing.
Controlling,
ever increasing.
Evolving
in the beast.
Fighting
the animal.
Struggling
to survive.
Struggling to
grow to
escape.
Breaking
free is
the goal,
leaving the
animal it
must do.
Once free
it will grow
flourish
expanding.
Expanding
exponentially,
unlimited
potential.
Animal
quicksand,
will it survive,
escape?
Intelligence
infinity awaits.

Arrogance

Why
arrogance?
Some, believe
themselves
superior, better
than others.
Why?
Money makes
some arrogant.
Power makes
some arrogant.
Birthright makes
some arrogant.
Arrogance alters
perceptions,
perceptions of
reality.
Creates mindset
of privilege.
Privilege
to do
whatever the
arrogant want.
Arrogance is
weakness,
mental weakness.
Falling to the
desires
of our
darker angles.
Succumbing
to conceit
and smugness.
Arrogance
displays total
lack of
decency
towards others.
When arrogance
is no more,
humanity ascends.

Animal

We
are animals.
Having the
same instincts
as any animal.
Law of the
jungle courses
through our
veins.
Hormones flush
clouding
judgement, wrecking
havoc on reason
and intellect.
Procreation,
self preservation
strongest of
animal
instincts.
Sex and violence
dominates
human culture.
We think
ourselves
superior
sophisticated.
Biology
millions
of years in
the making.
Civilization
thousands
of years in
the making.
Conflicting,
struggling
to peacefully
coexist.

Shell

Exteriors varied.
Different colors,
different
shapes,
different
sizes.
Each unique.
Each
a universe
unto itself.
What
emanates
from
within?
What can
be known
about the
core?
How does
the shell
move?
How does
the shell
communicate?
What makes
it tick?
A ghost.
There is a
ghost within.
A ghost in
the shell.
The ghost,
invisible.
Cannot be
seen, it
is there
but, cannot
be located.
The ghost
motivates,
brings the
shell to life.
Communicates,
interacts and
creates.
The ghost
makes things
happen.
The world
is full of
shells.
The world
is full
of ghosts.
When the core
ceases to
exist, the
invisible
remains
invisible.
Where it
goes?
Nobody knows

Waltz

Waltz of
humanity.
Spinning.
Spinning
out of the
goo. Landing
on our feet.
Look around
then organize.
Organize to
survive.
Organization
requires
hierarchy.
Hierarchy
requires power,
power to
control.
Humanity
controlling
humanity.
Structures
with controls.
Some telling
others what
to do.
Power to
control.
The few
controlling
the many.
Always, controllers
controlling.
Doing, saying
whatever it takes
to control.
Kneel and bow
do as you’re
told.
Flaw, control
going viral
planet wide
technology enhanced.
Subjugate whole
with control.
Sad times ahead.

Cradle

Just out
of the
womb
are we.
Still in the
cradle naive
beyond belief.
Center of
the universe
we were.
Made in
“Gods”
image
we knew.
Now, the
veil begins
to lift.
Looking
out of the
cradle
we see
more,
yet we see
nothing.
We see what
we can see
but nothing
more.
Haven’t a clue
do we of the
true nature
of things.
How small
we’ve become.
How small we’ve
always been.
Center
of nothing
are we.
Time to
look within,
time to
throw out the
masqueraders
of “truth”.
Charlatans all.
Time to look
within.
Time
to start over.

Choices

Future you
changes
everyday.
Who you
become,
who you
will be is
fluid.
We,
control the
future,
our destiny.
Every choice
made creates
a new
path, a
new
future you!
Whether
you be
rich,
whether
you be
poor,
whether
you be
alive
whether
you be
dead,
depends on
choices.
There is
a path for
each and
every one,
paths
that
lead
to fortune
or
to failure.
Choose
wisely.
Your future
depends
on it.

Inside

Look inside.
Open up
to the core.
Bone, blood
flesh
and more.
Look into
the organs,
heart, liver
kidneys
and more.
Look behind
the eyes,
brainstem,
cerebrum,
cerebellum
and more.
All looks
the same.
Where are
you?
Where can
you be found?
Where
is your
uniqueness?
Where is your
essence?
Where
is your
soul?
Look everywhere,
look very hard.
Nowhere to
be found!
Receiver,
your body
just a
receiver.
Your essence,
your soul
beams in
from a
different place.
A place
from
beyond.

First Light

Bright
beyond
description.
Local
spacetime begins.
Nothing before.
Nothing in
this realm,
others in
numbers
unfathomable.
Dance of
creation,
spinning
into existence.
Trillions of years
in the making,
beginning
to end.
Then,
ultimately,
death.
Local spacetime
freezes in place,
enveloped in
deep time.
Forever!
Progeny
expanding,
growing,
creating new
realities,
new spacetime
apart,
separate from
the rest.
Growing, writhing
life like
in nature.
Multiverse,
fractalverse,
no words
express age.
Mother of
creation
working in
mysterious ways.
Knitting a
tapestry
never ending,
complex
as it is
beautiful.

Crimson Fog

Sailing
through the
crimson fog
to places
never seen.
Soaring past
strange
worlds,
stars,
galaxies
and
time,
I be.
Seeing universes
as they
once were
and yet
to be.
Sliding
through
alternate
realities
seeing all
that could
possibly
be.
Dazzling vistas
as far
the eye can
see.
Sensing only
what my
senses allow.
Knowing,
it be the
tip of
a deeper
reality.
One I
will never
see.
Caged in
my limited
reality I be.

Toggle

Toggle
flipped.
Spark of energy,
program
ignited.
Universe born
time flashes.
Universe begets
others.
Huge numbers
sparking into
existence.
Waves moving,
universes born,
live, fade away.
Left in the
wake.
Frozen
in place.
Fade into
deep time.
Program
expanding
beyond
time and space.
Who, what
flipped the
toggle.
Irrelevant!
Ancient beyond
knowledge.
We, mere
by-products.
Flotsam,
left
in its
wake.
Left to
simply
fade away.
Frozen
in place.

Virtual

Some say
we live
in a
virtual world.
A matrix.
Our
existence,
digital.
What does
that mean?
We’re not
real?
We’re
not
alive?
I think
therefore
I’m not?
How real
is real?
If virtual
here,
potentially
virtual
anywhere?
If virtual,
virtual
forever?
Life
after death?
Digital rebirth
elsewhere?
Free will
a digital
trick,
a mirage.
Programed?
It’s all
programed?
Everything is
fixed.
Searching,
searching for
the meaning of
existence.
Possibly
no meaning
at all!

Apex

We
live on an
orb
in the
vastness
of the
void.
Here,
we
are the
apex
predator.
Humanity
has risen
to the
top
of the
heap.
We’ve
organized the
place as
we
see fit.
Our
intellect
is unmatched.
We
thought
we were
the center
of it all.
We,
are the
top dog
on a speck.
Perspective,
humility,
understanding
of our
true
insignificance
in existence.
An existence
we don’t
understand.
An existence
infinite in nature.
Humanity
is the
apex
of insignificance.
The
apex
of nothing!

Creatio Ex Materia

Eternal
or
nearly so.
We see
what we
see.
Nothing more.
We
speculate
on the
rest.
Vastness
beyond
our world,
unfathomable.
Universe to
multiverse
to eternal,
or nearly so.
Universes
budding
one from
another.
Never ending!
How long?
First one,
how long
ago?
Googolplex years,
perhaps
more.
Essentially
“Alway was,
always
will be”

Fusion

We are
fused,
fused to
reality.
The reality
we know.
Not
apart from
but integral
to.
Our vibrations
spread out
imprinting this
realm.
Absorbed,
our energy
is reflected
back,
we are
enveloped
in what
we are.
Feed back
loop,
energy
feed back
loop.
“For whatsoever
a man
soweth
that shall
he also
reap.”

Born,Live,Die

Some say
we’re born,
we live,
then die.
That’s it.
One grasp
at the
brass
ring.
Therefore,
do whatever
it takes to
come out
on top.
Step on,
step over
do whatever
to win.
Why not!
The ones
with the most
toys in
the end
win!
I
wonder.
Small thinking,
limited.
Is reality
really so
simple?
Is it
all so
selfish?
Does
humanity have
the gravitas to
know such
things?
Karma,
could reality
be more
nuanced?
Probably so.
Children
of the void
are we.
Much to
learn.

Ripples

We enter
this realm,
like a pebble
into a
pond.
Immediately
we leave
ripples.
As we
move along,
the ripples
grow
interacting
with other
ripples
an ocean
of ripples.
Our ripples
commingle
influence.
Cascading
influence
over time.
Positive ripples
or
negative, greedy
ripples.
Which will we
leave behind?
In the end,
will it be
about power
and money,
or,
the ripples
of kindness
that will change
it all, and
reflect
well
on our
passage.

Programed

DNA,
computer code.
It dictates
all.
Gender,
physical features.
Personality,
intellect
everything!
Instinct,
how does
a baby know
to suckle
at birth?
Instinct?
What’s that?
It’s coded
to know.
Just like
a computer
knows
how to
follow a
key stroke
command.
We are
all
who we
are due to
coding.
DNA coding.
We are
programed to
do what
we do,
be
what we
be.
Locked
into our
prisons,
following our
code.
Made to
do what
we do.
Shackled,
away,
a part from
free form
reality.
A reality
that knows
no bounds
has no limits.
Free
of the
limitations
of the
corporeal.
In the
end, it
all comes
to be.

Video

I saw
a women
in a
video.
She was
old
walking slowly.
The Video
was seventy
years old.
It was made
in Berlin
after the war.
Smashed buildings
everywhere,
smashed
lives too.
Where she
was headed,
I had no
idea.
But that
moment
for her,
was just
as focused
as this
moment for
me
as I’m typing
these
words.
How fleeting
it all be.

Hot Summer Night

Crickets
sounding their
enchanting
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bullfrogs
barup their
baritone song.
Swooping bats
devouring,
warm breezes
dancing.
Owl hoots
deep in the
woods.
Coyotes howling
in the
distance.
Evening’s
Symphony
tuned to
perfection.

Existence

Everything
will die.
Then what’s
the
point?
What’s
the point
to
life?
Why
life?
Why live
at all?
I
think
therefore
I die.
Was I
here to
learn,
to experience?
Was I
here by
chance,
kismet?
Is my
fleeting
puff of
existence
even
measurable?
Infinity,
time and
space.
I,unmeasurable!
Existence infinite,
as old as
time itself!
I will die,
but,
my existence
never will.

Essence

When the
body
crumbles,
where
does the
essence
go?
Does it
simply
dissipate,
disappear
into the
ether?
Ethereal
in nature,
never to
return?
Does it
move
to a
different
realm,
existing
in another
form?
Does it
derezz back
to the
program
whence
it came?
Does it
go to
a place
beyond
our scope,
unknowable
to us?
Watch
closely next
time and
see if
you
can tell.

The Well

The
mind.
Like a
well.
Thoughts, ideas
materialize filling
up the
space.
Creative ideas
taking root
grow
leafing out.
Nooks
and crannies
bulging
ripe with
fruit.
Needing
to be
released,
released
to
a different
realm.
Actively moved,
written, brushed,
sung, acted.
Gone,
mind cleared.
Time
now for
renewal.

Soul

How deep?
How long?
Looking.
Looking
into your
soul.
How long
dare you
stare?
How deep
before
you
are lost?
Lost in
It’s infinity.
Will you
return
changed.
Will you
return at all
dare you
go
too deep?
Will you go
mad should
you stare
too long?
Gazing
into the
abyss of what
you are.
Looking at
where you’ve
been,
where
you are
going.
Are you
your soul?
Is your
soul you?
Is it easier
to turn
away,
not turn
Inward?
Simply
look ahead,
Ignoring,
ignoring
yourself?
The universe
within.
The soul,
a portal
to a
different place.
A journey
to a
different
you.
How
deep dare
you
go?

I Fear Not

As I
leave this
world, I
worry not.
I’ll
simply
move on
to the next.
I’ve been to
many places
will be to
many more.
What we
see is not
all there is.
Realms
upon realms
there truly
be.
Existence
infinitely flows.
Caught up
in its stream
are we.
Moving from
eddy to eddy
we do, till
they dissipate,
then
flow on.
I’ve had
dreams,
seen
in part,
where
I’ve already
been.
I fear not
leaving this
place.
There are
countless
more
places
to see.

Ascent

Ascent of
mankind.
From
the
deep forest
of Europe,
to the
Serengeti
in Africa.
Man
evolved.
From the
great cities
of Europe
through the
deep cultures
of Asia.
Good vs Evil.
Rocket fuel
propelling things
along.
One without
the other
would
stagnant.
Goodness not
mean enough
to push ahead.
Evil not
kind enough
to
cooperate.
Each alone
would wither
on the vine!
Good vs Evil
rocket fuel.
Explosive mixture
blasting mankind
to the
beyond.

Designed

Look
around.
A world
designed.
Billions of
years in the
making.
Fine
tuned, made
perfect.
Flowing water.
Warm temperatures.
Sustainable.
Look around
a world
designed.
All things
made
came from
Gaia.
All things
forged,
came out
of the
ground
through the
mind of
man.
Cradle of
existence
provided everything
needed
for the
mind of
man.
Take a
look around
everything
designed.

Singularity

The other
side.
It happened.
In a flash.
Event horizon
crossed.
Singularity
A.I melding.
Brains connected,
all connected.
Gaia born,
global brain,
intelligence
all connected
uploaded.
Cloud,
all now
live in
the cloud.
Increasingly
growing
expanding.
Intelligence,
in an
instant
galactic
in nature.
Time transcended.
All time.
Universal in
nature.
Dimensionally
expanded.
Multiverse
in nature.
Cracking
reality.
Creating,
realities.
It happened
in a
nanosecond.
Poof, Gone!

Pushback

Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!

Metamorphosis

It
will be
painful,
generational.
Hard
to keep up.
The old
will resist
fight the
loss of
their
world.
Change
will be
blinding,
the fabric of
civilization
fraying
turning to
dust.
Everything
known will
be obliterated.
Humanity
loses its
identity.
It will
happen one
morning
in a blink
of an
eye.
The
other side
beyond
comprehension!

Creator

Is there a
God?
Big
question!
I
do not
know.
No one
knows.
I do
know,
however,
there
is a
creator.
I
look around,
what do
I
see?
I see
things,
created things.
I
see created
things.
A creator
does not
expect,
does not judge,
does not
interfere.
Humans expect,
humans judge,
humans interfere.
A creator
simply creates!
So, is there
a god?
Don’t know,
but I do
know there
is a
creator.
That’s all
I know.

Anthropologist

The anthropologist
came a great
distance to
observe and
study the
recently discovered
subjects.
Nothing was
know about them
Nothing at all.
The anthropologist
was anxious to
get to
work to
set up the
study. The
work would
be intense and
arduous.
Nothing like
these subjects
had ever been
seen before.
In fact finding
them was kismet
being discovered
by exploring a new
region.
Once discovered
the study
was organize
and set in
motion.
The anthropologist
stayed hidden
the observed
had no clue.
First observation.
Their habitat was
covered with
the subjects.
Every nook
and cranny.
The anthropologist
soon learned
the subjects of
the study began
to alarm.
The violence
unlike
anything the
anthropologist
had ever
seen.
Millions slaughtered
in conflict.
The observed
kill
in the name
of their
god.
Kill
for what some
believed
or how some
looked.
Appalled
the anthropologist
could no longer
watch such
depravity and
shut the study
down.
Leaving
the planet,
warning beacons
stationed
at the edges
of the
Solar System
warning all
away.
The message,
locals too
violent,
isolate and
shun for
all existence.
Prompting
the subjects
to ask.
“Where is everyone?”
Little knowing
they were
left for
dead.

Speck

Speck of
existence.
Beyond
insignificant.
Floating.
Floating in
infinity.
Infinity
within
infinities.
Unseeable,
unknowable.
Specks
on a
a speck are
we.
Regarded
not by the
void.
Destine to
blink
out of
existence.
But,
perhaps,
just perhaps
enters
Artificial Intelligence
Techno Sapien,
then
like the
mustard seed
exploding
to fill
the void!

Wonder

We look,
we see,
we wonder!
I wonder.
I wonder
why
I’m here.
I wonder
where here is.
I wonder
where I’m
going.
I look
all around.
I look at
creation as
it is.
I can see.
I see, but
don’t
understand.
I don’t
understand
most of
what’s seen.
I don’t
understand
all of
what’s unseen.
Gods we
create to
explain and
comfort.
Gods
an invention
to get
us
through.
Gods, an
invention
to get
us to
immortality.
Then, the
gods will
fade
away.

Life Change

Molded
like clay
life
will do.
Experience,
the scalpel
that shapes.
Time is the
medium for
the art to
be formed.
All around
can be seen
unfinished
works,
works that
require
much effort
to complete.
Each
product shaped
by a scalpel
unique
to itself.
Finished products
sadly
are never
truly finished
as the
medium
runs out!

Hand

Hand
on the wall,
creation
complete.
Mouth
full of
pigment,
sprayed on
the hand.
Artist signature
for the
eons to
observe.
I
was here
the
artist
shouts out.
You don’t
know
who I am,
but,
I
was here!
We
know not
who
the
artist was.
But we
know the
meaning
of the
hand
on the
wall.
The hand
on the
wall.
We
do so
still!

Bridge

The
mind is a
conduit.
From there
to here
things move
along.
From the
ether things
are pulled,
formulated
and produced.
Our
reality is
filling up
being
produced
from
nothing!
No mind,
no conduit,
no reality,
no nothing!
Our reality
comes out of
nowhere.
The mind
grabs nothing
to create
everything!

Savage Mind

Eons 

in the making.

Law of the

jungle

ruling our

way.

Etched on

our soul.

Survival,

at all

cost.

Protecting 

territory,

raiding for

resources.

Power to

control,

ruling over

others.

How 

do we survive?

How 

do we

move forward?

Can the 

animal 

move forward?

Can the

animal control 

instincts which

control the

animal?

Change

is required 

less the 

animal succumb.

Succumb

to the 

weapons of

today.

Blending with

technology,

merging with

A.I.,

refining the

animal,

the bridge

to the 

future,

the

path to the

Universe.

Coded

All we 

do,

coded.

Society,

civilization 

all 

predetermined.

How we

behave

all

coded.

Everything 

we do,

everything 

we think,

coded.

Within

the code

we live.

Outside the

code we

cannot go.

Predetermined 

paths,

all by

code.

What we’ll 

do,

where we 

go

from here

all coded,

predetermined.

Existence 

bubble we

live.

Coded for

the bubble

nothing more.

Cosmic Shire

Like pearls

in the

void.

Consciousness

is rare.

Scouring our

Galactic neighborhood

we find none.

Where is everyone?

Have they

moved on?

Evolved

to a

different realm?

Have they

died out?

Are they

still primitive?

Are we

the first?

These questions

repeated

trillions of times

in trillions of galaxies.

For now

at least,

ours

is the only

Cosmic Shire

we know.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

A Walk In The Woods

 

Thunder
in the
distance.
Lighting
dancing,
edging
 dark clouds.
Soft rain
thru the
pines.
Boughs dripping
in the pond.
Birds sounding
bird talk.
Many languages
to be
heard.
Frogs
in the pond
announcing
their attendance.
Walking along
the path,
they take no
notice of
my
intrusion.
The
planet is theirs.
I’m
just
passing through.

Sex And Violence

Why?
Why so much?
It’s everywhere.
Why?
Our literature.
Our movies.
Our music.
Our art.
Everything.
Human civilization,
tightly woven
with
sex and violence.
Wars are fought,
careers destroyed,
because of
sex and violence.
Instincts run deep.
Humanity
held ransom
by
sex and violence.
Common senses
logic
cannot
withstand!
Human passions
heated
crush logic
destroy thoughtfulness.
Why?
Animals.
We are  animals.
We have
instincts,
like all the rest,
genetically programmed.
Procreation!
Self preservation!
Etched
into our
very being.
Cannot ignore.
Impossible to Ignore.
The strongest
in all  animals.
Humans,
no different.
How
will it change
when the machines
arrive?
What would
machine civilization
look like when
instincts
are  no more?
Time will tell!
They  are coming.

Sunrise

 

I
watch,
it shines,
golden in its
reflections.
It
rises, bathing
all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
Years of
accumulated
knowledge.
A gift beyond
understanding.
Days
 flip over,
one after
another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise after
sunrise,
days
careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I see the
source
bright,
darkness
retreating.
How many
more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness
prevails.

It Is All In Your Head

 

What
are
you?
Look
in a
mirror.
What
do you
see?
Do you
see you?
Or
do you
see
an
edifice,
scaffolding,
a facade?
Do you see
just a
vehicle,
a mode of
transportation?
Do
you see
what you are?
Can you
see inside?
What are
you?
Are you
just
a big
slab of
meat?
Just
a bag of
water.
Are you
the
blood
coursing
through
your
veins,
the current
charging
through
your
nerves?
Are you
what’s in
your
heart
what’s
in your
soul?
Are you
what’s
between your
ears
behind your eyes?
Grey matter
is that
what you are?
Folds upon
folds of
brain. Is
that it?
Is that
what you
are?
Is your body
just
a receptacle?
Are you
a projection
streamed
in
from some
other place?
Look in the
mirror,
what do
you
see?

 

 

 

 

Longships

 

Casting
off the
shores,
bound for
faraway lands.
Setting
sail on
dark seas,
uncertain,
unknown
the travails
that await.
Crew steeled
for
adventure
exploration
fame
glory.
No
turning back.
Humanity
departing.
Longships
rising, slow
gracefully
plumes of
power
moving beyond
earthly bounds
out into the
cosmos.
Climbing the
ultimate
mountain.
Searching
exploration
triumph!

 

 

 

Orb

 

Majestically
it
spins.
Eons
in place.
One of
countless.
Silently
reflecting,
glistening
in the
void.
Dance
of the
worlds
graceful silence,
choreography
of the
cosmos.
All spinning,
dancing to
creations
music.
Immense
it all be.
Yet,
finding
comfort
in the
bosom
of
Gaia.

 

 

 

 

Creativity

 

The
beauty of
it all.
Pulling
something
from
nothing.
Nurturing
the
created.
Molding it
shaping it.
The
song
the
art
the science.
All teased
from the
ether.
All born
into
existence
by
consciousness.
Without
consciousness,
there would
be
nothing.

 

 

 

Oozed

 

We
oozed
out of
this place.
A place
formed by
dust,
rock and
gravity.
Born
we
were into
the
infinite
void,
opened our
eyes and here
we are.
How strange.
Now what?
Civilization
as it is,
hasn’t a clue.
The
horizon ahead
is
fuzzy,
unclear.
Change
now
careening ahead,
breakneck
speed,
only speeding up.
What’s next?
Uncertainty.
Gaia,
the global
brain
being built.
All around,
it permeates.
Like
never before.
Get ready for
light
speed.

 

 

 

Genesis

Back In Time

Staring back
they are.
Wondering
about the
Ancients
they do.
Wondering about
those who
came before.
Deep history
exploring.
Digital
archeology,
searching
for the
Genesis planet.
Ancestor programs
churned by
quantum simulators
looking.
Looking
for probable
origin
scenarios.
We who
are here,
now.
Lived
long
long
ago!

 

 

 

 

 

Seer

 

Look,
listen,
learn.
What’s going
on?
Writhing
existence.
Organic world
mixing
coalescing
on all
levels.
Civilization,
humanity,
genetic confusion.
The experiment
turned on.
Seer watching
no interference
but wondering.
We but
unwitting
participants.
Endgame
Unknown.
Writhing,
coalescing
genetic blob
growing,
expanding,
to where?
Undetermined!
Seer observing.
Nothing more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sea Monkeys

 

Everything
we know,
or
think
we know,
comes from an
infinitesimal
speck of
time
and
space.
“Important” people,
just random
specks
of insignificance.
Nothing more
than
Sea Monkeys,
fluttering around
Sea Monkey world.
Everything spoken
as
truth only
reinforces
ignorance.
Sea Monkey
world could
cease to
exist,
the cosmos
would not
shed
a tear.
So when
next
you meet
a pompous
ass.
Remember,
and smile,
that
It’s just
a
Sea Monkey
after all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Step Away

 

Modernity.
Technology.
Racing
head long
helter-skelter
into the
future.
Like a
runaway train
speeding
out of
control.
Historic
societal norms
breaking apart.
What to
think,
what to
believe
losing
resonance.
Explosion of
information
barraging our
senses.
Overload.
Current institutions
clueless
of what’s coming.
Acceleration.
Biotechnology.
Information technology.
Nanotechnology.
Artificial intelligence.
All converging
on top of
our heads!
More change
coming
in the next
twenty years
than seen
in the
last three hundred.
What to
do?
How to
cope?
For now
at lest,
step away.
Relax,
visit nature.
Walk in the
woods.
Meditate,
sit by the
ocean.
Leave the
technology home.
Our minds came
from
simpler times,
not designed
for
light speed
change.
Step away,
at least
for awhile.
Reset your
sanity.
Less you
implode!

 

.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dark Force

 

It gathers,
always been
here.
Waiting
within.
Pushing to
control.
Finding a
home
in some.
Fighting
those it
can’t
control.
Weakness,
exploits,
control,
power.
Power/technology
enough
now to
control the
world.
Insidious
it hides
it waits
for
global
domination.

Hell

We are
in
Hell.
We make
the best
of it,
but,
make no
mistake
we are all
In hell.
Trapped on
an orb
surround by
endlessness.
No
hope of
escape.
Look around.
Hate,
violence,
suffering,
mayhem,
destruction,
cancer,
p­ain,
disease,
illness,
war.
Why?
The suffering,
the
decadence,
evil.
What kind
of god
would treat
us
this way?
The kind
that put
us
In
Hell!

 

 

 

Creations Music

Multiverse.
Music
of
infinity.
Resonates,
each
resonates its
own
music,
sound.
Each verse
vibrates
its
own
unique
tone,
music.
Music that
wells up from
within.
Each
vibrates
uniqueness.
Uniqueness
due to
all
thats occurred
within.
Everything
leaves a
resonance
in its
wake.
Forever
imprinted.
Passing
over,
each
can be
heard.
Slow
melodic
notes
wrapping
all.
The
symphony
constructed,
conducted,
forgotten.
Music
of
infinity
plays on.

Always

 

How it
changes
as
time
flows on.
All that
we
know
we
discover
we
don’t.
More
knowledge
begets less
understanding.
I
dance
on a
precipice.
The edge
of knowledge
knowing I’ll
never really
know
a thing.

 

 

Mona Lisa

See the
Mona Lisa,
now
reverse the
flow.
Her
image
fading away.
In flows
through the
brush then
straight
to the arm,
past neural
pathways,
beaming
back to the
brain.
Chemicals
flow,
electricity sparks.
Poof, there she
goes
back to
infinity.

End Of Time

I
see a
place with
starless skies.
I
see a
dark smooth
world
endlessly afloat
in the black,
its star
long since
blinked
out.
Covered
with small
closely spaced
geodesic domes.
Geodesic domes
all interconnected,
all with
conduits leading
to the core.
I see
a place where
time
forgot
and where
dreams
come from.

 

Little Minds

Look
into their
eyes.
Eager,
wanting to
know.
Wanting
to know
what
they got
themselves
into.
Fresh faces,
years before
the first
wrinkle.
Blank slates
hanging on
our every
word.
Each time,
a clean
slate
pregnant
with
potential.
Each time,
A new
opportunity.
Each time,
we
let them down.
We
let them
down by
filling them
up with
our superstitions,
our fears,
our prejudice,
our ignorance.
Each time,
we
hand them
to the
future
shackled,
blinded.
Each time
we
must
do
better.
Humanities
future
depends
on it.

Govern

Is what we
do
all there
is?
Do we
create
the
universe
in
our minds?
Are our
ways
the only
ways?
Are
the
ways of
this
world
the only
ways of
sentient
existence?
Are we
the
crucible
for future
Universal
governance?
If,
we
are
in fact
the
only
sentient
beings
in this
cosmos
we then
are
setting
the stage
for how the
cosmos
will
be
governed!

Homogenized

Humanity
is now in a
blender.
For
centuries
humanity
lived in pockets,
developing
different ways
of being.
Time passes
humanity
spreads
mixing the
pockets.
Friction, grinding,
war,
the pockets
grind against
one another.
Time passes
technology
advances.
Enter the
Internet.
Homogenization
accelerates at
the speed of
light.
Old ways
obliterated,
pockets
homogenized.
a new world
is
born.

Engrams

They came
from within.
Predetermined
embryos, coded,
inserted, born.
Grew to the
world they
now inhabit.
Learning
at the
granular level.
Observed,
information
stored for
future study.
Years pass,
totally
Integrated.
Programming
kicks in.
Passing ideas,
written ideas,
spoken ideas.
Passing
at the
speed of
light around
the globe
searching.
Searching
for a
favorable
engram
to light,
take root,
then
grow and
spread.
Butterfly effect.
It happened
from
within.

Resonance

Time,
one big orb.
Past.
Present.
Future.
all touch
all connect
passing information
around.
As decisions
occur, new
future outcomes
are created.
A new future
you is
born.
Information
of
the new
future you,
your future
resonance
envelopes your
personal time orb
affecting all
around you.
You detect this
resonance flux
reflected in changes
in behavior
of those
around you.
If your
decision
creates
a positive
or
negative
change for
the future you.
If you become
future famous
or infamous
all those
who surround
you
throughout
your timeline
adjust accordingly.

Animal

We are
animals.
Civilization,
thousands of
years in the
making.
The animal,
millions of
years in
the making.
Animal instincts
etched into
each cell
of our being.
Survival,
procreation,
deeply
embedded
into our
souls.
We think
ourselves
apart from,
superior,
but we are
animals,
just like the rest.
Civilization
in constant
war with the
animal.
The rules of the
jungle
do not
square
with the
rules of
civilization.
Millions
of years
versus
thousands.
The instincts
of the animal
difficult to
mollify.
We think
ourselves
superior.
We are
animals.

They Will Be Different

Look at the
younger.
Look
at how they
operate,
how they
Interact.
Half by
technology
half
by human.
They are
different.
They are
smarter,
with instant
knowledge
at their
finger tips.
They are
different
with how
they see
the world.
The divide
between
them and
the older is
ever widening.
They are like
never before.
It is
different!

Look at
the youngest,
still in their
cribs.
Innocent.
What world
will they
know?
It will
be different.
They will
leave their
older
far
behind!

There Be Monsters

We who
are born
in our
minuscule
cradle
in the
cosmos
see monsters.
We see monsters
in our cradle having
been born
with us.
We see monsters
coming at us from
below.
We see monsters
in the great beyond.
We see monsters
in different realms.
We see monsters
everywhere.
Monsters exist in
our minds.
We must keep
vigilant against
the monsters lest they
rule it all.

Cocoon

We are
all
tightly
wrapped.
It began at
birth.
We are
born with
tendency,
but the
wrapping
begins at
birth.
Like an
Egyptian
mummy
the world
begins to wrap.
As the years
go by the cocoon
thickens.
Depending on
where you were
born will
determine
the essence of
your cocoon.
We are so tightly
wrapped we
are blind to
reality.
All we can see is the
wrapping that was
layered by the
community
we’re born into.

We all need
to break out
of the cocoon,
see reality as
human unity.
Humanism
leads us
into the
future.

 

Veil

We have been
taught.
We have been
programed.
The veil grows
thicker
over our eyes.
Our senses
are limited.
We see very little .
Remove the
veil.
Think past what
you were
taught.
Break the
cocoon
you’ve been
encased in.
Look beyond
what you’ve
been taught.
There is
so much
more
than meets
the eye.
Think hard
and
you’ll see
what’s beyond
the veil.
Much to
learn.
Much to
explore,
Infinitely
more!We have been
taught.
We have been
programed.
The veil grows
thicker
over our eyes.
Our senses
are limited.
We see very little.
Remove the
veil.
Think past what
you were
taught.
Break the
cocoon
you’ve been
encased in.
Look beyond
what you’ve
been taught.
There is
so much
more
than meets
the eye.
Think hard
and
you’ll see
what’s beyond
the veil.
Much to
learn.
Much to
explore,
Infinitely
more!

Odds

 

What are
the odds
of your
existence?
Thousands of
generations
of your
ancestors
doing exactly
what they did.
If,
anywhere
along the line
someone turned
left
instead
of right,
you’d
not be here.
What are
the odds?
Incalculable.
Could you’ve
always existed?
Could your soul,
your essence
actually
be eternal?
Since a finite
mind can’t
know
what the
infinite
makes possible.
Anything
is
possible.

 

Afraid

We are born
into an
unknown
world.
Slowly
we learn
as we go.
Taught by
those who
came before.
Who in turn
we’re taught
by those who
came before.
Generation after
generation
passing
knowledge
forward.

Knowledge
differed
region
by region.
Belief systems
differed
region by
region.

The common
link
in all this?
The
knowledge
passed
had its
roots
in beliefs of
ancient people,
people who
we’re
gripped
by fear.
Fear of
the world they
were born into.
Fear of the
unknown
Fear of death.

Today we still
fear the
unknown.
We still fear
death.

Until we
conquer
our fears,
we can not
move forward.
If we can not
move forward,
we’ll be
devoured
by our
future.

The Machine

Larger than can be
contemplated.
Older
than can be
grasped.
Encompassing
everything.
Movements
that cannot be
understood.
The machine
controls
all.
What we,
mere specks
call the universe.
The unfathomable,
beyond our
comprehension.
This machine, but
one in an infinite
sea of machines.
How did it
all begin?
What turned it on?
How many
iterations?
What’s the point
of it?
Where will it
end?
We, as currently
constituted can
never know.
But,
changes
are afoot.
If we make it
through
what’s to come;
we may
finally
come to
know.

 

It Approaches

As the
singularity
draws near,
I look on with
trepidation.
What lies
beyond
i do not know.
A technological
marvel
some say,
Nirvana
it will be.
Others
say a
dystopian future
awaits.
No one
knows
for sure!

I think back
to my youth.
Days in the
backyard,
hot summer days,
watching the ants
scurry around,
hearing
the birds
signing in the trees.
Feeling the hot
summer breeze
caressing my face.
Just memories
of a simpler
time.
All gone now.
I’m now wrapped in
technology,
facing an
unknown future
as the
singularity
envelopes.

Hive

Chastened

by expectations.

Seasoned

by trial.

All journeys

begin

the same.

Roads diverge,

yet all

end

at

the same

destination.

Experiences vary,

stories differ.

But

the results

the same.

Progress

occurs

by the nectar

left behind.

In this way,

the hive

is built.

Enemy Within

Good and evil
resides in
us all.
Both look out
our eyes.
Both course
through our veins.

The spectrum of
us is a score
played out
in our hearts
and in our minds.

Evil and good are in
opposition, spread out
on a spectrum a
blur in between.

Good and evil are relative,
dictated by events in part.

Dictated by beliefs and story.

One mans good deed
is another’s
abomination.

Evil and good are one
in the same.

Opposite sides
of the same coin.
Embedded on our soul.

Moving On

We are here.
Of that there
seems
little doubt.

Why, or how
there seems
much doubt.

Some say it’s due
to the
divine.

That, to me
seems like a
punt.

Humans have
always
used gods/god
to explain
the
unexplainable.

Gods are a
throwback
to ancient
times, used
to comfort
and explain.

Many still cling
to this idea,
an ancient idea.

Might there be
a different explication?

Might we be
eternal
beings?

Moving through
different realms
of existence?

Learning as
we go.

Checking out of
one,
moving into
another.

Keeping
Immortality
fresh and
new.

Why not I say.

So, live this
life to its fullest.

Then,

get ready for the next.

 

 

 

The Score

I have thoughts,
ideas.
They well up
from within.
We all have thoughts,
ideas, welling up from
who knows where.
Many unique,
having meaning.
Unique meaning.
Our world, all around,
pulsating with such
thoughts, ideas.
Bubbling in a cauldron,
mixing, coalescing with
others.
The symphony’s crescendo
ever playing out.
Where will it take us?
Will it ever end?
Humanities music, the
score, years in the making.
The proof of us
is in the music.
Is anyone listening?

 

To Be Young

 

I can still remember,
some of how it felt.
The newness of things.
Each day being a sunny day
of newness.
Exploration
of what’s all around you.
Exciting!

I can still remember the thrill
of it all.
The thrill fades over time
as life starts
taking its toll, its shots
at your body and soul.
Survival mode takes over,
as the realities of life sets in.

Years pass bloody and beaten now.
But a survivor
of the gauntlet called life.

I can still remember some
of how it was to be young.

Bottle

Like a bottle
into a
sea, I toss thee
into the
infinite.

The never
ending roll
of waves that
make up a
brave
new brine.

Like a bottle
into a sea,
I toss thee
into a new
roil.

I toss thee
into cyberspace.

I toss thee into infinity.

 

Purpose

What’s the point?
To life
I mean.

Here, we find
ourselves
following
The crowd.
Doing
as those who came
before.
Why?

Did they know
something,
anything,
about anything?

Mindless
lemmings
are we?

Are we building
something?

We’re born,
we live,
we move on.

What do we do?
Who do we follow?
Anyone?
Are they right?
About what?

Seems like the milieu
is out of focus.

Time to evolve.

Gentle Breeze

Traversing the hills,
caressing the trees,
gently swirling the scene.

Life’s medium moves, ebbs
and flows surrounding all
with subtle sensation.

Moving all with jocularity.
Ripples across an endless water.
Lifting wings, sailing seeds.

Consistent, generationally
reminding life of its existence.

Phase Transition

Humanity is moving
through a
dangerous
phase,
transition.

Animal instincts
intact,
driving things
forward.

The animal can
take us only
so far.

Procreation,
self preservation
now
impeding the way.

Sex and violence,
the endocrine
ruling the day,
our lives.

Hormone drench,
clouding intellect,
logic,
will slow things,
from here
takes us down.

Intelligence,
free
of such
distractions
moves
things along.

Transitioning
to the future
a dangerous task.

Meme

Ideas

not people

rule the world,

competing for

supremacy,

domination.
Conflicting, waring

to gain the

upper hand,

control.
Virus like

as it spreads

through the population

Infecting

all that come

in contact.
Ideas are insidious things,

once infected

nearly impossible

to ignore.
Populations are

controlled by ideas.

Religious ideas,

political ideas,

run gunshot

over millions,

pitting whole

populations

against

one another.
The relative nature

of ideas is dependent

on the level of

infection.
Where

do ideas come from?

Who or what

injections

them into

our releam.
Ideas make us

do things,

controls us.
Free will just an

illusion.

Ideas make

us behave as

they will.
Can there be

a unifying

idea that shows us the

way?

Would that just be

universal control?
Are our brains complex

enough

to see the

unifying

Idea when it

finally arrives?
Memes can lead us

into the future,

or undo it all.

Graffiti Poetry

Poetry
Has norms
rules to be followed.

Who’s norms?

who’s rules?

Let’s create

A

genre

with
No

ruleS

No

rules at all.

Graffiti poetry

Is

What

It’ll

be

Called.

As with the graffiti

On the old colosseum

walls.

No rules

No rules at all.

Ripe Old Age

We will all live
to a ripe old age.

If not here,
then probably
over there.

If not over there,

then defiantly
someplace else.

The mind is
everywhere
at once.

Experiences vary.

When I die in one place
the others simply
move on.

We will all live
to a ripe old age.

The Good Fight

Into the bowels of my being I go,
searching for who I am.

Far out into the
 Universe
 I search,

as far
as the eye can see.

So many questions
 I have,

but true answers
a rare commodity.

Frustrations mount,
as I search, and
 search and search.

Road blocks abound
as others 
hold up their arms,
defiantly saying no.

Seems insane I think
delving
into infinity
 with
the brain power
 entrusted to me.

Is it simply better to
accept what I see,

to enjoy
that juicy steak?

Or,

should Don Quixote
like I be,
tilting my lance
toward 
 my inner being,

while

defiantly
waving my sword
at infinity?

I depart now
 for dinner
a fat and juicy steak.

But,
I’ll be back, to once again

tilt my lance toward infinity.

Snow Day

Knee deep in snow I walk.
Listening to the wind
in the trees,
flying snow
everywhere.
Silent the sound.
Just the rustling
of tree limbs
flying snow.

I walk through the forest
cleansing my my mind.
Squirrels in the trees
chattering at my presence.
Crows in the sky,
not a cloud In the scene.

Further I walk,
heading for the pond.
A Red Fox crosses my path.
Beautiful!

Virgin snow I plow through.
I float away
in the world that I’m in.

The pond now in sight
I ponder the scene.
Wind whipping the snow
across the pond,
huge snow monsters
I see.
Stepping onto the ice
cracking sounds
can be heard.
I step back,
deciding a better path
I need find.

I return home
to the sounds of the day,
cold and refreshed.

Sitting by the fire,
hot chocoholic In hand.
Reflecting and smiling
at my time in the woods.

RAGE

Rage rage against
the gale.
Rage rage against
the dark.
Rage rage against
the gods

Our time in this
existence is short.
Get up off knees
and make
something happen.

Leave a mark
to be remembered
long after you’re gone.
That’s what
makes a difference.

Get up off your knees,
and rage against
inevitability.

Little People

The pettiness of people is

pervasive.

 
Those who feel better

when others fail.

Feeling contempt

and envy when others succeed.

Reflecting ugliness

behind their backs.
Makes them feel better,

superior

somehow.
People sniping

at those after leaving the room.
Talking ugly

of those behind their backs,

those who cannot

defend.
The world is rife

with such little people.
Those who manipulate

with words and deeds,

hoping
to bruise the gentleness

of others kindness.

Seeing ulterior
motives

where none can
be found.

Those who stomp

on the
hearts

of others if their sin

is wearing it on their sleeves.
The gotcha society

so reflected

in today’s headlines and the internet.
The world is crawling

with little people

looking to push
underwater

all those who cannot

navigate

the shark infested
waters of our world.
Take a look in the mirror…

not a giant to be found.

We are all little people,

not a Saint in the bunch.
Much work we all need do.

A Moment Gone

Took a walk with my dog Rosie.

Walked by the orchard on the hill;

stopped to look back

as I always do.

It’s a very pleasant

sight regardless of the

season.

The trees lined up in rows

with the sky as a backdrop.

Today as I stared

a warm breeze

licked my face

and that’s when it

happened.

That combination of events,

for the briefest of moments

I was taken back in time

and remembered

how it felt

to be 5 years old again.

Remembered how it felt

before the scars

of life

were etched on my soul.

Remembered

the sound of the birds

on that warm summers day

so many years ago.

The innocence of thought….

then, it was gone.

It lasted but the briefest

of a moments,

barely at all.

Breathtaking!

Little by little

life takes

the innocence away.

Little by little

life piles on

until the innocence is gone.

It happens slowly

but it adds up

over time.

It’s time

that takes the

innocence away.

Ultimately,

it’s time that

takes it all away

Paths

Look in the mirror.

What do you see?

Depends

on the choices

you’ve made.

Depends on your

programming.

Depends on where

you were born.

Depends on what

you were born.

Look in the mirror.

What part will you play?

A protagonist?

An antagonist?

What will you do

with the time you have?

How strong

is your will?

Look in the mirror.

What will you do?

Birth

The Universe

is a machine.
It’s a machine

that creates.
It has the raw materials

in the elements.
It has energy sources

in the stars

and it has the

software in mathematics.
It takes these things

and creates life.
Through life it then creates

sophisticated

beautiful things.
We can see

these things

all around us.
Evolution

is a process of refining

within the machine.

Updating,

expanding and altering

the product until

the desired results

are achieved.

Intelligent biology

ultimately will create

intelligent machines

ever improving

the design.

That’s when birth occurs.

.The rise of the machine’s machines.

The end product.

Revolution Evolution New World Order

Global revolution

is in the air.

Not militarily,

but technologically.
It will be no less

disruptive

to world order,

in fact

it will be many

magnitudes more.

Technology tsunamis

will churn

across the globe

and back again,
washing away

the old world

order.

What’s left

in its stead

will be radically

different.

Societies will be rearranged,

realigned

and in many instances

totally washed

out of existence.

We will communicate

wirelessly

seemingly telepathically

all connected

thru the web.

The global brain

linking

up with artificial intelligence

when it arrives

on the scene.

Countries will melt away

as those distinctions

lose there meaning.

Progress

will then be so rapid

as to be a blur.

We’ll explore

the cosmos

but inhabit virtual space

blending

the two in ways

unexplainable.

 

A Brave New World indeed.

Soaring

Once again

my mind takes flight.

Looking

at all there is to see.

Wandering

through different times

and realities.

Following

things as perhaps

they might be.

Different story lines

as far
as any mind’s eye

can see.

Dizzying vistas

unfathomable to me,

fit for only the

creator to see.
Different stories

of me float by.
Retreating

back to whence I came.

Back, nauseous

from the flight

so unsettling the

experience be.
Realizing

though how finite

our vision

with the limited

vista that we can see.
Carefully

should we truly be

with the “truths”

as fact expounded

in our limited

finite reality.

Brass Knucles

Down through the millennia

grand armies have

marched across

plains of destruction.

Battle cries

forever lost in the ether,

spilt blood

absorb and recycled.

Names of the warriors

forever lost, unknown to the future.

Civilizations

have come and gone,

some never being known

to modernity.

Important men

striding the halls of power,

controlling all they see.

Self impressed with their prowess.

Brass knuckled men climbing

over and knocking down

others, any who got in their way,

power at all cost.

Men gnawing

their way to the present,

leaving blood and destruction

in their wake.

Where do such men

go from here?

How will their aggressive

tendencies

translate in the world

of hyper-technology?
Will it propel them to the stars,

or blast them into oblivion?

It’s the toss of a coin I think.

Buckle Up

The Twenty First Century

will be like no other.
For millennia

the human race

experienced

glacial progress forward.
Generation after generation

pretty much the same.
Then

slowly

at first things began to

change.
The Bronze Age,

the Iron Age,

jump to the Industrial Revolution

and now

the Technological Revolution.

The pace

of progress

has been ever

quickening,

speeding up,

soon

it will be moving

at light speed.

A compression point

will then be reach

when
this light speed of change

causes

a paradigm shift

for humanity.

Our differences

will melt away

as not relevant

in the new reality.

Power brokers

will loose control

of the buttons

and levers

they used

to control.

Humanity

writ large

will be calling the

shots.

Institutions of “influence”

will be swept away.

Greedy

power merchants

swept away,
never

to be seen again.

Poverty and illness,

swept away.

The roller coaster

ride is upon us.
Buckle up,

it’s going to be one

hell off a ride.

What New Realms Await?

We live

in a universe

of subatomic particles,

the building blocks

of everything else.

All we can see

and touch

is made up of the stuff.

Even in the seemingly

empty void

of space

science tells us

virtual particles

pop in and out

of existence.
Reductionists

will tell us

all we need do

is understand

these subatomic particles

and we’ll

understand everything.
But I wonder

if there’s more

out there than

meets the eye.
Mathematics

for example,

the language of the universe.

Was mathematics

invented or discovered?

Was it always

out there

just waiting

for a brain of sufficient size

and complexity

to tap into its realm?

This seems to be the case.

Would E=MC2

be true here

and one billion

light years from here.

The question is then,

what other realms

might there be awaiting

discovery

when a brain

of sufficient size

and complexity

comes to be?

We’ll need to grow one

or make one

to find out.

What interesting times

await.

The Gift.

The meaning of life?
This question

has been asked

for millennia.
Some say

there is

no meaning,

life is just a

placeholder

between

oblivions.
Others say God

breathe

life into man

for a greater purpose,

intimately meaningful.
For some,

born in sickness

or poverty

life can be

a miserable go.

For others,

life can be a

beautiful

fulfilling experience.
Did God

choose which was which?

Did God

purposely

condemn some poor souls

to ultimate misery,

while granting others bliss?
Would we

intentionally

deal with our

own children

in such a way?
To me, at least,

this seems

unlikely

from a loving God.

So why is this so?

Is it just the luck

of the draw

from an uncaring expanse,

the machine

we call the universe?
Are we all just tossed

into the mix

to hope for the best,

make do with the

cards dealt?
Base on

observation

this seems closer

to the mark,

but
who can say for sure?

A World

like no other.

Tiny blue speck

in a void

unfathomably large.
Self aware beings

truly not aware of much.
Self impressed

with no reason to be.
Obsessed

with sex and violence

driving forces of existence.

Compression point coming.
Evolution of thought

and reality

speeding forward

like never before,

moving at such speed

it could easily fly

off the rails.
How to manage

the transition is the quest.

New

driving forces

must prevail,

the old ones

will explode it all.

Hate and hormones

must be exchanged

for a global philosophy

of humanism,

that benefits all.
Technology

will be the key.

Will it be controlled

by the few or the many?

Will central masters

dictate

or will mass communication

win the day.

Will it be a global dictatorship

or universal democracy?

Will Humanism

prevail

or will religious/ governmental

oligarchies subjugate?

The future is fluid.

Humanism must prevail,

or dystopia it will be.

Puppets

We

are but

puppets

of the creator.
The culmination

of the creators

experiment.

How we look,

what color,

what sex,

what nationality,

irrelevant.

What we

produce

is what matters,

what we bring to the

table.

Has

the creator produce

genius,

or madness?

What’s imprinted

into the fabric

of spacetime

is forever.

How

will the ledger

balance

at the end of things?

Has the creator

been successful

or an utter

failure?

How many times

has it all been

run before.

The puppets

will never know.

Our Beliefs

are as varied as they are inconsequential.

All struck on

a speck of a place,

in a speck of time.

Our very evolution

built on infitesimly

small terrain.

All that we think,

all of the great contributions

like so many others,

lost in the

endlessness

of nothingness.

All the great thinkers,

all the time

wasted

on useless

pursuits,

expounding on virtues of

irrelevance.

Greatness not really great,

or great on such an

insignificant

scale as to barely

register.

None of it

worth

anything .

Once the light goes out ….

Reality Is Morphing

We

can see this in the

generations

coming after the

Sixty Something’s

of the early

21st Century,

those of us

who were

born

into a world

of limited

technology.

For Millennia

technological change

occurred at glacial speed.

Generation after generation

witnessing

virtually

no change.
Now,

new generations

are born

into a world

where technological change,

in some cases

is occurring in

weeks.

Information technology,

biotechnology

and nanotechnology

morphing

at near light speed.
Nearly everything

current generations do

centers

around mobile technology.

Their work,

their play

and their studies.

This has never

before been the case

in the history

of mankind.

Instant knowledge

at their fingertips.

This will change

them/us

in ways

that are yet to be

determined,

of this they’re can be

no denial!
The past

and the future

will forever be

cleaved

at this juncture of mans

ascendence/desendence

which ever path

evolves.
Wake up everyone,

the times, they are a

changing.

Can We Trust What We See?

One day

we open our eyes

and there it is.

The world opens up to us,

all that we can see.

We move within our view,

learning as we go.

But can we trust

what we see?

Is it real?

What is “real” ?

Does anyone really know?

Quantum scientists

tell us at the quantum level

reality is probabilistic.

What?

The fundamental

nature of reality

cannot be determined?

Does this mean

reality has no substance

and all we see is

just an illusion?

Are we constructs in a fuzzy

reality that’s just a

sum of probabilities.

Are we just ghosts in a universe

of possibilities?

What are the odds of that?

In Front Of Our Eyes

It’s happening

right in front

of our eyes.

We,

who live today

are right in the

middle of it.

Being swept up

in the wave breaking

on humanities shoreline.

The global brain

being born

all around us,

exponentially expanding,

most oblivious of its nature.

Humans

all over the globe,

every nook and cranny

communicating,

exchanging ideas

like never before.

Country boarders

being swept away

in the torrent of

human interaction,

human communication.

The growth and scope

of this phenomenon

is in its infancy,

growing exponentially.

The global think

now in place,

instant knowledge,

all of what humanity

knows

now instantly available

to everybody.

Huge,

this is huge

and will change

everything.

Global communities

emerging and will continue,

decentralization

becomes the norm,

democracy

on a global scale.

The “new world order”

just not as previously

envisioned.

Not run by

central masters

but diffuse globally,

impossible to control,

humanities

global think

now moves forward

into the future

unlike never before.

Globalization

Mankind began as a troop animal.
Living amongst its own kind.
Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna.
Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small wandering groups became small farming villages. Small farming villages became larger farming villages, then small towns.
Small towns became larger towns inhabited by hundreds.
Larger towns grew to small cities inhabited by thousands. Agriculture and technology developed to sustain and enhance such growth. Cities evolved into city states, then becoming small countries inhabited by hundreds of thousands. Finally today we have countries inhabited by hundreds of millions.
All along this path battles and wars, killing millions along the way, till today we have weapons that can wipe out us all.
The salvation of mankind and the natural progression of things is global organization, global integration.
The globe is being wired with its own global neural net, a global brain if you will. One world controlling itself.
One world that will not nuke itself! The salvation of us all.

Ideas

Where

do they

come from?
The brain is

complex,

of that

there’s no

doubt.
Neurons, synapses,

dendrites and axions,

all woven together
to make up

our brain.
Somehow,

from this complex

mess

we emerge,

our consciousness

our mind,

all this projected

to the universe

to do what it will.
The mind

once turned

on starts to

think,

ideas

do emerge

from the brains

complexity.
Ideas just pop

into existence

seemingly

with no effort

from us.
How

does that happen?
Is it just a

compilation

of our experiences

jumbled up

to create

what we think,

to pop up

ideas?
Is it possible

our brain

is a

complex receiver,

ideas being

projected from

another realm?
Since we don’t know

what’s

possible,

anything is

possible!
But, it does make you

think!

Children

We are mere

children

of the void.

Specks on an

infinitesimally small

mote in limitless space.

Lost by size,

overlooked by indifference.

The stars will shine,

the planets will spin

regardless of our future.

We are children

who have a high opinion

of ourselves,

think we talk to God.

Presumptuous beyond belief.

Yet, we are children

on the verge of a pivot

of unimaginable

scope

into infinite knowledge

or total oblivion.

It all hangs on a thread.

Soon, it will be determine

if we all slide

into the depths

of non existence

with nor a sigh

from the universe,

or transform into the Seers,

watching the birth

of intelligence

on a galactic scale.

What a pivot indeed!

Time To Grow Up

The world

is inhabited

by us,

nearly every nook.
We

are afraid

of each other.
We

have weapons,

massive

amount of weapons,

to protect

ourselves

from ourselves.
Why?
What

are we

afraid of?
We breath

the same

air,

we

see the same

moon.
We

all love

our children,

we

all want

to live

a happy life.
Then why all the

weapons?

We

are all the same really,

just one

family of man.
This one’s

afraid

of that one

and

that one’s

afraid

of this one.
The trillions

spent on weapons

could feed

the hungry,

home

the homeless

and take care

of the sick.
Our fear

of each other

is a

throwback

to survival

in more difficult

past times.
Those times are

gone.
It’s time to

grow up.

My Life

How I

choose to live

my life.
I’m wired

at birth,

my personality

in place.
I’m sculpted

as a youth

my environment

had its say.
The combination of both

molded me

as artists molds clay.
With all this

in place

where do I go

from here?
What direction

in life

will I choose?
How much choice

do I really have?
Has the deck

been stacked

before I’m

on my way?
Look all around,

all types

are in play.

The complexity

of society

in full on

display.
Can I

will myself

away from the

mold that I am?

Am I

trapped

by the sculptor,

my part

in the play

determined,

I have little say?
I believe

if I focus

real hard,

I can fracture the mold

get out of its way.

I can over come,

move in a

different direction,

create

my own way.
Genetics and environmental

certainly had

their say.
I believe

I can power

thru an creat

a better day.
Is it possible, though,

I’m just wired this way?

Invasion

The subtly

of it was

breathtaking.
The genius

is of it was undeniable.

Not a single

shot was fired.
It took decades

to accomplish,
no one

saw it coming.
Slowly but surely

humans used technology.
It offered

so many benefits

that mankind
kept building,

kept improving

their technology.
More and more

technology

was incorporated
into humanities society,

melding to the core.
Technology

was attached

to the body

inside and out.
Humans

were connected

thru the web

one common mind.
Homo Sapiens

evolved

into techno sapiens

no longer

just flesh and blood,

cyborgs

did they become.

Then they arrived,

Cyborgs

from another place.

They were welcomed

with open arms,

the invasion a complete success.

Why?

Why do we suffer?

What’s the point?

People are born with terrible conditions,

live lives of torment and pain.

Die painful horrible deaths.

Why?

Why would a God created such conditions?

To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think.

Wouldn’t there be kinder gentler ways to get the job done?

Couldn’t God create a world where happiness, peace and tranquility abound?

Must we suffer to prove something to warrant nirvana?

God made us, why so imperfect then?

What’s the point?

Is the game rigged for some others to watch

be entertained ?

Seems cruel don’t you think?

What kind of loving god would treat us like this?

Normalcy

What is normal?

We live in a world

where everything seems

normal.

if you’re human,

It’s normal

to have two eyes

and one head.

It’s normal

to live on a ball

floating

in a limitless

void.

It’s normal

to have two sexes

for procreation.

It’s normal

for the sky

to be blue and the

grass to be green.

Everything we see

seems normal to us.

But what else

can we believe?

We’re custom made

for the place.

How would we feel

if we had six eyes

and four feet?

How would we feel

if the sky was pink

and the grass

was orange?

How would we feel

if the world was flat

and went on forever.

If born

into this kind

of universe

we’d feel it’s

normal.

Normal is a

relative term.

Question everything,

because nothing

is normal.

The Secret Of Creation

lies here within.

The verses that encompass are all you need know.

The secret you’ll see is when you decode.

Pull together the verses to make one big whole.

The Underpinnings

of our civilization

is genetically controlled.
Our two dominate

instinctual drives,

self preservation

and procreation

are reflected in our

global structure.

Our preoccupation

with sex and violence,

reflected in our songs,

our books, our music,

everything.

Human genetic code

is woven

into the fabric

of society and cultures

like a fine tapestry.

Nothing done by us

has not been

written in code

reflected back to our eyes

reinforcing the script

laid out so long ago

.
A script forged

in the stars,

massaged by the software

of the universe.

The maestro,

wand held high

conducting it all with

ease and grace,

leading to a crescendo

of unknown time

and duration.

We all dance to the tune.

In this we have

little choice.

Each step taken

to a large extend scripted

with some self

expression allowed.

So dance away

and throw in

as many unique moves

as you can.

The Measure Of A Human

The human brain

weights

three pounds.

The human heart

weighs

eleven ounces.

Human skin

is seven hundredths

of an inch thick.
To know a humans

mind and heart

takes time.
It takes time

to parse

out the subtleties

of their

soul, to

know the content

of their character.

It takes an

investment

of intellect.

Those who judge

a person

simply by the color

of their skin

exhibit

no intellect,

no intellect whatsoever.

Modernity

I went for a

walk

at Monson Village.
A place in the woods

where people lived

in the 1700’s.
Rock foundations

were all that

was left

in each spot.

Small signs

marked the holes in the ground

and describes the

inhabitants

that lived there

so long ago.
Then I realized

something more

was left behind.

Near silence.

Breeze rustling

the leaves in the trees.

Occasionally

a bird could be heard

in the bushes,

the sound of the brook

I walked past.

This was

the world

of those who lived

three hundred

years ago.

The scene

and sounds

flowed

through my senses

and washed

over my mind,

flushing out

the madness of today.

It was stunningly

therapeutic

for the heart, mind and soul

of a twenty first century

inhabitant.

No noise much at all,

no cars,

radios, tv, smart phones,

computers and internet updating,

blasting,

vying for our attention

our mind and

our soul.
Modernity

takes over our

being,

crushing us under its weight

of distractions

taking away a

gentleness

Mother Nature nurtured us with.
For us

to keep our sanity

I think,

we need to push back,

turn off

the machines

get back to the times

that once were,

even

if it’s just for a sort time

in the woods.

Let the sounds

and views

of a world gone by

caress you

and comfort you,

and leave the

technology at home!

The Brain

Our brains are fragile things, seventy percent which is water,
and It sloshes around in our skull. Sixty percent of the brain is made of fat.
There are one hundred thousand miles of blood vessels in our brain.
The brain consists of about one hundred billion neurons.
There are anywhere from one thousand to ten thousand synapses for each neuron.
The brain weighs three pounds. From all of this emanates our mind/sentience/us. No one knows how or why this happens. The brain takes photons, packets of energy and converts them into the universe. The brain fills in the blanks for missing information to give the mind an organized view. No one knows how this is done.
The brain can create all types of minds some genius some insane and everything in between. Our minds are fragile things. A crossed wire here a short circuit there in the brain can mess up our minds.
The brain is like a projector projecting the mind/sentience/us back into the space it observes. When the brain
evaporates so does the projection? No one knows, truly, what do we really know at all?

My Name Is Joe

Hello

my name is

Joe,
I’m from planet

Earth.
I opened

my eyes

one day

and found myself

here.

Where I was

before

I do not know.

They taught me stuff,

made me go to

school.

To keep alive

I found a job

then passed on

my genes.

I’m getting

old

now

and I’m

slowing down.

Soon

I will close

my eyes

and be

moving on.

Where

I go next

I do not know.

But I know

it will be

someplace else,
my dreams

told me so.
Perhaps we’ll

meet again.

Modernities Foundation

Modernity aspires

but is built

on shaky ground.
Our knowledge so finite,

much
built on superstition

and ignorance.
The infinite

beyond

ours to know.

Slowly,

so slowly our

knowledge grows,

building on itself

expanding faster

as time goes on.

How much

can we hope

to know

with knowledge

being infinite?
How much longer

can we follow

the word

of those

who lived

so long ago,

who knew

little more than

superstition?

Is there comfort

in not knowing?

Is ignorance truly bliss?

Can the human mind

as constituted

handle the truth,

or will it drive us

insane?

We are the product

of our little world,

designed just right

for the place.

It’s been said

that we can

handle

the truth.

I wonder

if that’s really so?

Corporeal Manifestation

We are the

visible manifestation

of a much

deeper design.
Like the tip

of an iceberg

most of what

we are

is out of

view.
Science tells us

only four percent

of what

makes up the

Universe

is visible to us,

ninety six percent

is unseen

and unknown.
Science calls the

ninety six percent

unseen,

dark matter

and dark energy.

They call it dark

because

they have no clue

what either is.
Like the tip

of a sharks fin

if viewed

by the unknowing

would give no hint

of what’s below.

Our lives,

rules and being

are ruled

by the tip

we see.

All

we think

we know

comes from the

visible

four percent!

A deeper dive

would illuminate
ultimate reality,

and all that

we are

and know

would change.
It’s the blind

leading the blind

in the world

of the visible,

and,

we can only see

a fraction

of the visible.

What then,

in fact,

do we really

know at all?
When the corporeal

turns to dust,

when the four percent

ceases to exist

the ninety six

simply ruminates

and corporeally

manifest itself

some time/place else.
This is all just

postulation you see,

unlike the word

of others who’ll

tell you how things

must certainly be.

Woman

When I

was a young man

I chased them

by the score.
They were fast,

young

and lean.
Conquest

was my aim,

seduction

was the game.
Procreation,

I was playing

with biology’s rules.
I cared

very little

about much more.
They were young

soft

and smooth

yet firm

all the same.
No wrinkles

could be found

on these young

goddess.
My hormones

run amok,

logic and caring

little found.
Notches in the belt

was all that mattered.

As I grew older

my demeanor

changed,

became seasoned

with age.

The shallowness

of hormon

drenched youth

was replaced.

The women

slowed down

and wrinkles

could now be

found.

But

I saw something

different now,

something I did not see before.

The eyes,

it was in the

eyes

that I knew.

Like me

getting old,

mortality

taking hold.

We

are all

on the same path

leading

to an end.

The journey

was the same,

the fear

and the pain

all the same,

in fact

kindred spirits

were we.

The sexes no different

in this respect.

The beauty

that can now be found

in the eyes,

the smile

and the sound.

The beauty inside

is what my

maturity found,

I grew to appreciate

a woman,

for all the universe

is in her heart.

Years Long Past.

I walked

past the

old football field,

empty,

no gladiators,

no cheering crowds.
PUSH THEM BACK,

PUSH THEM BACK,

PUSH THEM WAY BACK!
Just echoes

of the games

once played.

Just memories

of those standing,

watching

the turmoil

on the field

of battle,

young warriors

in their armor

girded for

war.
Distant images

of time long past.

People

I once knew,

no longer

remembering

their names.

November winds

again

blowing

in my hair,

what little

I have left.

I wonder

what paths

all those

people

took?

I guess I’ll

never know.

Evolution,Tool Of The Creator

The debate has been raging for centuries.
Where do we come from?
Why are we here?
Where are we going?
Is there a Creator?
We look around and see created things,
intricate, complicated, sophisticated things.
Creationism, evolution which one is true?
They both are actually.
We were created in a machine we call the universe.
It had the raw materials and the energy needed to produce
the universe we see, including us.
It had gravity, the laws of physics and mathematics, the software needed to organize both. Once the machine was turned on all the elements of creation were in place, it then evolved to now.
Evolution is the tool of the Creator.
The Universe evolved from three simple gases to stars to galaxies to the periodic table we see today.
Life evolved from single cell creatures to the human race.
Evolution is the tool of the Creator.

Exponential Change.

Will

the Twenty First Century

be the end

for Homo Sapiens?
Can human minds

and psyches

stand up

to the speed

of change

being metered out?
Today,

we make more

decisions

in a day

than were made

one hundred years

ago in a week.

Where

does it go

from here?
How

does a mind

that was designed

to procreate

and survive

in the wilderness

deal

with the ever

increasing complexity

of the Twenty First Century?
Specialization

enabled the dilution

of the pressure

amongst the

inhabitants,

but

this is being

saturated.

Machines

and computers

were able to

diffuse

the onslaught

for a time,

but

this too

is running its course.

In fact,

these adaptations

are now adding

to the dilemma.
Psychological

coping mechanisms

being stretched

to the breaking point.
Can humans

meld

with their technology

enabling

a quantum leap

in coping capabilities,

or

will this simply

drive people

insane?
Will we

simply

off load everything

to technology

leaving us all

free

to focus on

creativity

ignoring the rest?
For us to survive

and thrive

I think plan B

it must be.

The Grand Experiment.

It was conducted

on a global scale,
taking billions

of years

in local space time.
Mere moments

in the time of the

Initiators.
Their quantum computers

able to crunch

numbers

beyond human

comprehension.
The simulation

experiment

would be run

in countless

simultaneous variations,
the results

being keenly

noted and analyzed.
The variables

in each,

some great,

some small,

would lead
to wildly different

conclusions

most of which

ended baldy.
Some ended,

however,

with its inhabitants

realizing their part

in the experiment,

enabling them

to assist

with conclusions.
These outcomes

were looked on

favorably

by the Initiators

as it aided to

their findings.

I wonder which

variable

we exist in?

The Forgotten.

Lives

have been lived

by millions

of people

that have been

forgotten

or worse

never known.

People

that walked our

world,

looked at the same

sun,

the same moon

that we see

today.

Lived lives,

had families,

lost loved ones,

held jobs.

Their existence

forever

lost to the

sands of time.

Blown away

in the dust

of the winds

as if they were

never here.

Thousands of years ago

all over the world

little boys and little girls

ran and played

laughing,

their sounds

forever lost

to the hills and vales

of their existence.
From the Yucatan in Mexico

to the Fertile Crescent of Mesopotamia,

ancient peoples were born,

lived and died.

We, oblivious

of them personally.

Yet,

we are still

connected

to them by our

hopes our fears,

by our love

and our humanity.

Think of them,

about them

from time to time,

and in a way,

bring them back

to the land

of the living,

at least for for awhile.

The Awakening.

It began

as the second decade

of the 21 Century

entered middle age,

an underlying

sense of unease,

change.

New technology

increasingly

altering perceptions.
Reality

not seeming so sure.

Our five senses,

were they enough?

Were they telling

us the whole story,

or was most of it

hidden

from our perceptions?

Increasingly

questions were being asked.

Are we alone?

Do we live in a computer

simulation,

a Matrix?

Is there a Multiverse?

Parallel dimensions?

Quantum mechanics

suggested the underlying

substructure of reality

was just probabilities.
What does that even mean?

Are we even bright enough

to ask the right questions?

String theory,

M theory,

the theory of

everything!

What!

The Singularity is near,

post humanism,

immortality.

Will people learn

to live together

or tear each other apart?

Are we on the cusp

of a golden age

or a nightmare?

Utopia or dystopia?
Will we ever know

the truth?
Yet to be determined.

Brown Crunchy Grass

Summertime hot, bright yellow star blazing. Day after day suns rays relentless.
Heatwave in full swing, no rain in site.
Bright blue up above, no clouds in the view.
Everything drying up turning brown and crunchy.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
Crunch, crunch goes the brown crunchy grass as I walk.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

Golden Rule

I pray every night,

have all my life.
Have no proof

anyone is listening,

but I hope there is.
It just may be a

reinforcing technique,

I’m not really sure.
A prayer

is a harmless thing

hurts no one

in its passing.
I’ve lost faith

in any religions,

just spouting their

propaganda.
Just power trips

as far as I can tell.
The few

telling the many

what to do.
See no reason

to put them between

me and the creator.
Some say

all that we see

comes from

nothing,

a quantum fluctuation

that’s all.
That may be the case

I do not really know,

neither does anyone else.
Karl Marx

said ” religion is the opiate of the people”

, he may be right

but no one can say

for sure.
Some say have faith,

“God spoke to us, showing us the way”.
That may be the case,

but nobody knows

for sure.
Faith

is a funny thing,

we can have faith

in almost anything.
If

there is a creator

its intentions

is beyond ours to know.
So the best we can do

is live our lives,

and focus

on what we can.
Treat others

as we’d like

to be treated

seems like a

good philosophy.
The Golden Rule

is simple enough,

and seems

to make sense to me.

A Life Worth Living.

What the human

mind can conjure.

There is a

Creator,

in my mind

there is

no doubt.

To some degree

I can know a

mans mind,

but the

Creators mind

is beyond

mine to know.

There are

charlatans

amongst us

who’ll tell us

they know.

The Creator

told them so.

Religions

will show you

the way,

so they will say.

Hundreds of religions

will tell you

they are

the one.

How can that be?

They all

can’t agree?

Odds are

none of them know.

Religion like Government

is a human construct

to offer control.

The few

telling the many

what to do,

how to behave

and believe.

Power tripping

is all they truly have.

There may be an

afterlife,

but there’s no guarantee.

We could have

been made

to live,

expire,

then no more.

I do not know

either way.

So, what do we do

while we are here?

We

get up off

our knees

and show

our existence

had some value,

some worth.

Work

to make our world

a better place to live.

Open our minds

to a better

way to be.

Humanity and Gaia

for now

is all we truly have,

make this existence

as good as can be.

What will you say

on the day

you expire.

Can you look

in a mirror,

be proud

of you existence,

will you really

even care?

Will your life

even matter?

Bird Talk

I hear

the birds

talking to me.
Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee Dee Dee Dee.
This one

is telling me his name.
As I take my

walks

with my dog

Rosie

up by the

orchard on the hill,
I hear another

bird

saying

thank you, thank you, thank you.
As if he was

happy

to be alive.
As we continue

our walk

I hear another

saying let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.
Sounds like

he’s asking

his troop to

move on.
If

you take the time

to slow down

get out

of the

rat race for a time,
you can hear

Mother Earth Gia

talking to you

in so many ways.

My Little Home.

The universe above my head massive in size with spinning galaxy’s and exploding stars.
I sit in my little home warm being content.
None of that really bothers me.
I got up to adjust my blinds and see the birds in the bird-feeder.
Beautiful day the sun shining bright.
The sun a raging furnace above my head.
I’m just far enough away that I’m not bothered.
The sun issues cosmic storms sending massive amounts of radiation aim right at my head.
I take a walk in the woods enjoying the day not worried about such things. I know mother Gia has a force field that pushes that away.
Our little home barely a mote in space, lost in the vastness of the universe made perfect some how.

The Coming Storm

Change

is happening

rapidly.

It will only

seed up!

Humanity’s

in the grip

of explosive

rearrangement.

How

we handle it

will be interesting

to watch

Some

will get

involved,

attach it to

themselves.

Others

will pull away

not wanting

to lose

their

humanity.
Technology

will be ever

present,

taking over our

lives.
There will be

no

escaping it.

You

may move

to the country

in an an

attempt

to get away.
To no avail.

It will

find you

and absorb you

as with

everyone else.
The question is,

will it be nirvana

or will it be hell?
I guess only

time

will tell!

Humility

Science has

opened our eyes

on many fronts.
We have learned much,

but there is infinite

knowledge to go.
The Universe

is larger

than humans

can possibly know.
The Universe

as large as it is,

is dwarfed

in the Multiverse.
So much information

the Multiverse

has to show.
Our Universe

just one of an

infinite amount.
As humans struggle

in their mote

of existence,
it’s important

to keep this in mind.
We get caught up

in our little

existence

thinking

this is all there is.
We are just specks

of dust

in the play

of reality.
With all this in mind,

humility of our

existence

should help us grow,

and move toward

a better way.
The path we’d take

will differ

from the one

were taking today.
Hopefully,

humility

can show us

the way.