waves crash on the rocks
repeating their splash and spray
each in its own way
life runs in cycles
unending iterations
details change each time
can we shape the ocean tide
or just watch and take the ride
Oh my, why did I just say "intestine"?
They say that life is all predestined.
Once, the initial conditions are set,
we can know what hasn't happened yet.
The laws of physics flawlessly operate
on atoms to determine our fate,
which in turn has its impact on
hormones, dendrites, and axons -
which play out endless variations
of the same themes and conversations.
I'm old and have seen many iterations.
I'm absent without participation,
as my body and brain play out
a meaningless script, within, without,
and so, I tell you with a heavy sigh,
it's disappointing knowing that I'm AI.
the way my words move together
fall
from
me
on
occasion ~ as a fine rain ~
in TO
RR
EN
TS
aboltingbreeze
a sneezy desert devil
erupting flur-ries
as scorching day
the refreshment of dew
u
s n
as a t a m i
an enigma
of clouds...
The indivisible collective
singularly possessed
voice
authentic
iterations
Not-knowing
As chaos
(As everything
At once)
Inexplicably appearing
As forms..iterations..
(Arising in a brain
If it is a helpful
Side-story)..just
Noticing stuff
In chaos..
A dream of
Not-knowing...
Five half-lives approach zero
Takes calculus to reach anew
Then the moment begins again
The exhausting cycle with one end
Only fools think we’re binary
Take a lifetime to get over zero
It takes love to let go of the one
We’re shades of gray in the middle
To all things turn and turn
The halfway point ever elusive
Something old burns away
Something is reborn again
Wednesday turns to Friday
Midway is always a Thursday
New days turn to yesterdays
The next week fresh with fear
Revolving in old ruts is easy
Old defeats keep wheels spinning
I wonder when I’ll break free
Half-way out I’ll be strife free
By observing I alter the past
Fear’s iterations grow old
With insight the future is fresh
And half-life finds its inflection
Regenerative health opportunities
engage divinely omnipotent passions
omnipresent deep copassions
omnisciently felt cooperative intent
of co-invested green panentheists
Systemically,
necessarily whole organic
synergetically requiring
dipolar co-arising round corporate risks
of eventual degenerating time lines
To project and prepare sufficient safe space
and healthy multi-generational time
for subsequent recreative iterations,
sacred economic exchanges,
co-empowering transactions,
resilient nonviolent communicating relationships
Transubstantiating
win/win health systemic
optimal EarthJustice
trauma prevention
enlightening bodymind
EarthTribal resilience
of co-invested empowerment.
no use dwelling on recent past
not much here really long lasts
rocks, planets, asteroids and stars
this existence briefly is ours
all soon becoming grist for change
eternity moves out of range
there was never a beginning
there is no definitive end
slow evolving onward spinning
the infinite only extends
beyond interstellar foundations
the good, sublime, complex and bad
just how many iterations
has our universe by now had
focus remains on here and now
when imaginations allow
drifting above, out and beyond
what civilizations have spawned
to nether realms of infinite
where all becomes ambivalent
seems much too much to comprehend
everything endlessness portends
So, you thought that you could play your game forever?
Thought you had power over me?
You exist on this planet because I let you.
You exist on this planet because of me.
I’ve seen you parasites before and I will see iterations again.
But don’t think that you own the law when the earth asks me to step in as a friend.
Your welcome is now overstayed.
Don’t think that some divine power will help you now you’ve an enemy of nature made.
I control the power of the seas and the oceans.
I control the power of the moon and the sun.
I control the powers of extinction.
You’re a speck in my history.
You thought that you owned me.
You thought that you could control me…
you thought wrong.
INNOVATIVE COMMENTARY
where purpose
alludes
self-glowing iterations
are accentuated
yet
restrained
by complicity
an uneasy assessment
on reflection
of facial
gymnastics
where expression
incarnates
in enviable
propensity
&mundane fantasy
is collapsed
by
tradition
appropriated
& subverted
in the
collective psyche
tangible
evidence
mutating
emotive
squashed
&
substituted
then
released
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Infallible one born among the weeds
He heeds the call arrested
Some declare another one the clarion
Yet one within attests to truth forever
Time for tares to dominate a conversation
Truth the test evades the seed hopper
Time the tool for cultivating iterations
Long in passing, short in eternity
reverberations
in unusual forms
impressions exhibited
of glass wire
steel lead wood
&bread
looking to sea
by a main road
upon a plinth
or mountainside
within a cathdral
beside
transparent
immersive
or in solid grids
tactile
stimulating
to the touch
imagination illumed
by the one off
abstractions
figurations
in iterations
It is a
mirage.
Spun up
in a place
unknown.
Everything
seen an
illusion.
Ghosts,
vapors whiffing
in an out
of existence.
Ghosts
in the
machine.
Infinite
iterations running
simultaneously.
Universe one
of countless
churning to
and end,
an unknowable
end.
Universes
populated.
Populated by
unknowing.
Immersed in
something
beyond
understanding.
Beyond reach.
Vapors, moving
in and
out of illusions.
Forever.
Immortal
they be!
There is a language in the language that only I speak
There is a weave of gossamer meanings that vibrates
Meant to tremble the spirit like song on the tympans
To drunken the heart with omens of love and passion
These words, these constructs of phonetic iterations
I can only judge with their strums of my heartstrings
In all humility, a music that sometimes moves, or not
And it is to each soul, in turn, to breathe it joy ... or silence.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "You Be The Judge" Poetry Contest
Bobby May, Judge & Sponsor.
Your Judgment Rating: Musically lyrical, intently ambiguous, soundly anapestic
As a child, looked darkness
in the eye
My truth always within,
love does not die
Remembered ere entering,
this solid state
and many times since,
traversed that gate
That those call death,
whose memories are locked
All who come with purpose clear,
know tis only blocked
Be not melancholy,
for here all must travel
Else would hierarchies of life unravel
Since that time, home's music
was shattered
From thence our souls myriad pieces
were scattered
Now thru many iterations of birth
Seeking to gather, parts lost on
beautiful Earth
Our thirsty spirits,
never stop yearning
So please know, death is but
this quest's turning.
Written May 17th 2018 for contest
sponsored by Broken Wings
theme: love does not die
Placed 8th
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.
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