Memory Science Fiction Poems

His first moment was a strange one,
he senses told him not a thing,
but he knew words and he knew thoughts,
oh, so many thoughts were spinning.

Then...

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...“It would be done in secrecy,
authorities wouldn’t approve…
but I tell you we can do this,
our results, so far, have been good.”

Carson thought for a long...

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His name was Carson Wetherstrum,
and his childhood wasn’t grand,
his mother was plain trailer trash,
his father a confidence man.

He never knew his dad that much,
and only...

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...“I suppose that this just makes you
like everyone else on this earth,
light and shadow both in your soul,
your choice as to which you deserve.

“Some might...

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...Jack couldn’t believe such nonsense,
said, “You’re not a shrink, you’re insane.
I’ve been a farmer all my life,
And no one has cut on my brain.”

Johns handed...

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...Jack watched her go, rather confused,
he looked to Johns and said, “That’s strange…”
Johns nodded, said, “It will made sense,
there’s much that I have to explain.”

He...

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Jack Ripton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills,
he’d been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

He’d never been much for...

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Pushing past the tangles of imagery 
faded torn things better left unknown 
broken toys and metronomes tones 
scattered after a Wars drone 
the voices of...

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I will tell the tale of what happened then,
how ruin came upon this world of men,
what we did to fight it, and how that worked,
what...

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Am I the only one, 
the only one left to carry this cross 
through these wasted lands, 
these blasted glass riddled sands.
This cross of madness....

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded 
watching the media Snow 
falling on tombstones

Blinding the world 
fury for the masses 
raise our glasses pour the wine...

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Cool is the evening air that touches 
my face standing there 
viewing time ebb and flow,
Memories. 

Run their course as a tear traces 
my countenance...

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Dark bright Full of hours of midnight
Casting shards hard and dark 
into futures past nothing 
will last time slips away
fast casting thoughts 
back as the...

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Afterwards.

Didn’t we once used to smile and laugh?
I can see that we seemed to be happy 
As I look at an old photograph.
But now our...

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