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A humble lamp shone
in the folds of the night
After winter evaporated
and spring slowly returned
- soft
I appeared speechless
could hardly breathe
but gathered sight and sound
- soft
The newborn lamb lifts its head,
tired ... with curly fur
With mother's care and crystal water
Kisses on the cheeks and eyelids
as the rainbow on the white clouds
- soft
A little trembling soft lamb was born
barely bigger than a spot on our earth
This morning the cold earth broke
- it's spring ... wonderfully soft
I am the dust motes in the sunbeams, dancing only when the world is looking elsewhere".
"A ghost in a crowded room, watching the living laugh"."My voice is a letter that never reached the mailbox".
You spoke, and I became a wallflower, watching your words land while mine evaporated"
."I stood on the corner while the traffic of life rushed past, never once looking my way"."
Sitting here, a silent guest at your table, feeding on the crumbs of conversation"
The hardest part is not being alone, but being forgotten in a crowd"."
I have learned to hold my breath, hoping to fade into the wallpaper"."It is a quiet war, fought with shadows and unspoken words".
I am present, but I am past"."All eyes on me, yet no one sees"."I am the most loud when I am silent".
Just as a lone rustic row boat awaits its lonely passenger to grasp its worn ores, disappear into the fog to not be seen, for my presence on thus earth is invisible..
Sub quarks became emergent in the wondering deep
The great nothing was gracious enough to form in the beginning
Space time filled up with blinking sub atomic lights
Flowing in and out of reality with eyes on the eternal flux
Cosmic voids can lose our trust in such realities
But how can something come from nothing?
How does nothingness produce something?
Something had to be there before a bang
A Big Bang needs something there to bang against
Precursor particles arrived with atomic values
Perceivable only when observable in eternal night
Formed from the nothing into something
Designated objects evolved electric
Gravity measured every weight
Of that which makes up the void
Of forces to be avoided after dark
Once upon a time, well within the cosmic reaches
Deeply embedded, near by existed, Multiverse Nine
Escaping with some light and dust as it evaporated
Imploded, exploded, concluded everywhere
Some elements shifted into our here from there
Red embers faded as their worlds and suns died out
Our neighbors are less remembered now
Gathered up and swallowed up by space and time
We never really knew them but we wish them well
Almighty God, bless all the humanoids lost in space
In body, in mind, in time, from Multiverse Nine
Thank you for your decree that we believe
In the visible and invisible in all realities
Take our neighbor’s souls to a better place
One that comes with running water and a human race
A place where planets live in peace in space and time
And warranties don’t run out when the universe expires
Termination on the ephemeral tide is common
For those who had eyes to see
They never saw it coming
An entire universe departed into the depths of space
Into the vacuous void as a mistake
Thank you for giving us strange particles
Exotic and confusing as they might be
We don’t know what to do with them
Good-Bye Multiverse Nine
Thanks for stopping by
Some one must have traduced the media
Sucked the oxygen from the room like thieves
Stolen along with logic and what is breathable
Available to the enemy of the state's hyenas
Some heinous fiend absconded in the crime
With their debate and valuable broadcast time
Odious, odorless, right there on color TV screens
Elephants in the big room too evaporated
Became invisible at the thought of Trump
Hate takes to the airwaves out of whack
A liberal press fires back asphyxiated
Inhabitants of their god like minds deflated
Take a deep breath for four more years of that
Babies turn blue too from oxygen deprivation
Some tantrums stop with diaper changes
In an imagined Aryan nation of empty space
On we go past soda, powder
Crusts and icing, filling, pudding
Evaporated milk and extracts
Color, sprinkles, flakes and what's that?
Jars and boxes, pans, wax paper
Jell-O, yellow gelatin and chocolate
Cakes and cornbread, brownies, muffins
Stuff that's made for stomach stuffin'
But we pass them by and thunder
Down the aisle toward our quarry
Dough in hand and mind, imagination pulsing
Panting, hungry pulses racing
Closing to the shelf that's labeled
Microorganism fabled
Single cell meets single-minded
Suddenly from side we're blinded…
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On the shelf above the paper stating, "Please be kind and taper
Wants to needs and basket only what you need and don't leave lonely
Hearts and minds who're seeking solace
With their dough still in their wallets
Hoarding what is not now needed, just take one, with you we're pleading
"Just in case" is not good reason storing up foodstuff and season
Taking all you see before you, just take one, we now implore you
If we all use common courtesy, we'll all get through this most surely
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But above the shelf and warning there beyond the pastry icing
Empty space and yawning chasm, depth beyond imagination
Spasms of the darkest horror, wracked with rising indignation
Yeast was not there to be found it was not bought and most confounding
Left us shuffling sadly door bound without needed 'gredient in hand
Sour outlook, sour mood, needing one thing for the food which
Must be had for toast or sandwich, avocado, cheese, or Manwich
Leaving us to pine and suffer, relegated for our supper
Dough in wallet, hand on heart
Sourdough must be our part
I yearn to silence this constant static,
The immutable humming
Always in the back of my mind.
I long to cease the feeling of feeling—
To be able to relax finally
Without thoughts flooding my mind
In an unstoppable wave that sweeps my energy with it
The existential fatigue, the kind
that leaves my hands detached and cold
in a derealized world of fog.
A reality distorted, as if fabricated.
It's the place where faintness feels non-physical,
But like a state of mind one slips into—
An untethered dream, where certainty is doubted.
Yet, I still cherish life.
For the moments of warmth and love
Pull me up from this haze, above the clouds.
But I wish not for an after,
Where my soul must linger in immortalization;
I wish for my soul to simply
Dissipate…
To be freed like evaporated water
Returning to the sky,
To experience life before life.
The glare of my dissent carves in a distance
Between my thoughts and the woven fabric
Of a society where for most, God is savior
Yet a being I refuse to acknowledge.
For if He exists, then even in His heaven,
I remain damned.
The apprehension of my psyche hides,
Behind my ribs— the lassitude of self-awareness.
So I crave an eternal oblivion,
My senses dissolved within the void.
I wait for the internal noise to mute—
Without pain
And without death.
It was so simple
All he had to do
Was what they
Told him
Stand straight
Wet your lips
Press the valves
And let the bugle do the rest.
The last few words
Were the toughest
“..Then goodnight, peaceful night;
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright.
God is near, do not fear,
Friend, goodnight.”
The melancholy sound
Lingered for a moment
Emotions evaporated
In the warm afternoon sun
Tears stopped
Then an uneasy silence
Came
As the mourners
Slowly left the cemetery.
He was just a regular soldier
There weren't any buglers left
The bugle
He played
Was electronic
With the press of a button
A sound came out
But who was to know
It was all make believe.
He waited
Half hidden
Under the shade of the trees
Nervously placing
The bugle
Back in its case
For him
There was no sense of satisfaction
Only of relief
That it was over.
Taking a deep breathe
He turned
And walked away
Just like they told him to.
5 cars of the vehicular kind merged then vanished
Drove instantly inside one another to disappear
Solid lead rained down on them as well
Melted, evaporated, the evidence presented clear
Another clue, according to the view
Proved to be conclusive to that end
Detectives drew a line with good intentions well defined
Using chalk thought to be made of calcium carbonate
Found on some rock site undisclosed, remote
A soft, white, porous, sedimentary item found in nature
Formed from strange marine life at an undersea location
Eons ago at night as if it mattered to any one
This is pure speculation, a supposition of course
A hypothesis thought to be weak at best
Yet accepted in legal circles as concrete
Science crossed their hearts and hoped to die
If their findings were a lie
Around that which they oddly called a crime
Teachers line up calculators on the vacant scene
Loaded with batteries, black boards and cameras
Chalk comes in handy for drawing cartoon cars
Students! Love your teachers for that reason
As you love being graded on a curve
Data confirmed there were 5 cars in motion
On the lot and at that location
Students in attendance testified cross-eyed
Well informed according to their word
Vehicular occurrences are rare but happen
It is reasonable to assume the sound of chalk was heard
Screeching marks along the bounderies of a curb
Within the boarders of conclusions reached where lines are drawn
On the ground remained an empty place
An echo, nothing more
Vacancy kept in its place
Over zealous detectives state the facts as found
Cars don't travel just to disappear
Covered in lead melted down to vanish
Parameters of sight are well within speed limits
In broad daylight it is easy to see clear logic
Unless the FBI become involved
Roll in like fog
Problem discovered, problem solved
The Invisible Strings of Black Light
I sing my mute blizzard on the stiffened string of full void,
the shrill echo of silence gently undoes time's curtain for me,
like a luminescent howl from a transparent sarcophagus,
that aspirates my breath through the pores of an effervescent abyss,
cacophonic symphony of angels with wings of calcified plague,
conducted by white crows singing in psalms of evaporated matter,
adorned with the phosphorescent keyboards of the abyss-color,
that blinds with its radiant blackness any lucid non-seeing,
abstract paintings of crystallized tears in dried blood,
a hypnotic rodeo of petrified butterflies in arrested flight,
metaphysical courtesans of a sterilized and eternal amor,
king without crown in the kingdom without throne and without stern,
where love is an amnesia that remembers everything in forgetting,
and presence is no longer needed to always be living disappearance,
my sinusoidal trajectory through a crystal of solid fog,
that wove our eternity into an exploded second,
to the nectarous curses floating through your granite thoughts,
the mosaic of my solar nights with fate's luminous catastrophes!
Ideas disappear faster than they come.
I blink my eyes, sigh or cough,
And some have evaporated,
leaving no remnants or hints
Some ideas return in a few days
Others do not return for years.
If at all; some return so far down my lifeline
I do not recognize or remember them
Weirdly enough, ideas I had yesterday
rapidly are typed into a poem
Or painted onto canvas
It is my way to retain them for a few moments
The next day I often do not recognize them.
I am a Gemini; our minds are like butterflies.
We flit and flee, barely touching on things
That matter a great deal right this second
But maybe not at all tomorrow.