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The More I Seek the More I Find

Tangled,
I might have crawled
these trails
to teach lessons
by torchlight
in winter months

We might have crawled
through leaves together
to warm hearts'
embrace of life
as society itself crawls, too
through passing ages of ingenuity
and acceptance

these trails grow
as magic grows
by acts of man
and by Nature
or industry
perhaps markets-
beating a path to your door
binding the light of upsight
to you-
and your mores

Teaching us lessons
are lives
each person a book
with depth of remembrance
and covers to protect
our industry and nature
leading mankind to markets

Torchlight
like beer
has led shifts
in consciousness
and probably
saved the world
a time or two
I reckon.

In winter months
We warm hearts
passing ages
as magic grows
binding light
to societal mores
of industry and nature
of mankind and markets
causing shifts to conscience
reckonings'

The most important thought

fun
is a beast that flies
sometimes ephemerally
sometimes lasting,
like life escaping
from spring thaws
of tangled.

A beast flying
might have drunk beer
a creature crawling
might've imbibed suds
and tales of flying
and crawling ensued

ephemerally
these tales
wind trails
through woods
and mountain vales
painting radio towers
and ditching hitchers

lasting tales
teach lessons
that shape life
and free stone
for feeling the encroaching storm
and shrinking the mountain
in paths way

Life is an escape
from the black nothingness
in which we toil
by torchlight
for God to prove he loves us
and us to express that love
Take it not for granted.

From spring thaws
comes creation,
all that was planned
through winter months
has this opportunity
to give meaning
to new tales of existence

Tangled,
I might have crawled
these trails
to teach lessons
by torchlight
in winter months

Along comes my nephew, grrrr

Sometimes suddenly,
assumption and gratitude
grips food, folks, and fun
in new beginnings
where summer blooms
in mind's garden
fun

assumption and gratitude
a duality of life
a beast that seems to fly
and in so doing
shakes up destiny

food, folks, and fun
ephemeral or lasting
a duality of life
a beast that flies
and in so doing
shakes up destiny

into new beginnings-
as what's certain
suddenly
has new energy
to create order
out of entropy
for life to escape
because life
is what's important
amongst stars

where summer blooms
in spring thaws
of fall harvests
for winters sleep.

Mind's garden
is tangled
with weeds sometimes too,
which we uproot
for fruitful harvests

fun
is a beast that flies
sometimes ephemerally
sometimes lasting,
like life escaping
from spring thaws
of tangled.

In Winter's Blanket

Equilibrium
shoots and pools
past determined lands
We are
round yonder bend
in imagination,
sometimes suddenly.

shoots and pools
of assumption and gratitude
for harvests' end comes
as new beginnings
when worlds forget time
but for the markings
of the stars
in skies bled gray
and earth blanketed by sleep.

Determined lands
holds all in dreams
by food, folks, and fun.
Oh, this mortal coil
that fosters then retreats
with the setting of Sol;
unthawing us in spring
melting the shackle
binded by winter's winds.

We are
at a new beginning.
Sleep awaits bear
Ice awaits fish
Snow awaits plants
Frost awaits mankind
Dreams await one and all
till life returns
to northern hemisphere.

Round yonder bend
of time lie lands
where summer blooms
in minds garden
sowed by summer's dance.
Let the tune move
again your aging feet
to find fun under winter skies.
Those that do adapt
to winter life.

I imagine
most anything could be fun
playing games, watching movies
following politics, or visiting
Even work possibly if not for bosses
whom accrue accountability
killing whatever doesn't fit their ideals
and life expectancy specifying stress.

Sometimes suddenly,
assumption or gratitude
grips food, folks, and fun
in new beginnings
where summer blooms
in mind's garden
fun.

In Atmospheres of Support

The clock
streams
in seas
blooming
ingenuity
by atmospheres
of punctuated
equilibrium.

streams
shoot
and pool
wend
and weave
through
landscapes
that too
evolve

seas,
great wombs
fertilized
by rivers'
erosion
of determined
mountains which
strive to rise
above it all

blooming
in life,
we are
Nature's
child
that has
reached
puberty
with all
problems
of growth
spurts,
hormones,
and maturing

ingenious
discoveries
await
round
yonder
bend
of river
stream

in atmospheres
of support
allowing
freewill
to flourish
like clouds
of an imagination

Punctuating
times of Peace,
war erupts
as volcanos erupt
in outbursts
of violence
sometimes sudden
(or merely simmering
with threats)
scorching and choking air
to flood lands
in devastation

Equilibrium
shoots and pools
past determined lands
We are
round yonder bend
in imagination,
sometimes suddenly.

Shocking Roses

Paint
winding
to market
sorts
wants and needs
in request
against
the clock

winding
streams
of stars
seed galaxies
in rivers
of light

marketing
sunshine
to fallow
earth
and seas;

sorting
life
to bloom
and make popular
this first principle.

Wants and needs
proliferated
ingenuity
into acceptance

requesting
health and wealth.
And soon atmospheres
collected boons
to grant wishes to
land animals
and creatures
of the sea.

Conjoined,
existence's
past and future
promenades
past catastrophe
in punctuated
equilibrium

The clock
streams
in seas
blooming
ingenuity
by atmospheres
of punctuated
equilibrium.

That Little Something

Identical
slow feet
would bring life
but lumbering like slow cricket
fret finding
abundant
paint

slow feet
glowing
below
wind cold
winding
through snow
and slush

bringing
to market
cold feet
uncertain heart
and dead hands

lumbering
thoughts
sorting the store
for wants and needs
at the five and dime

fretting
my voice
my request

abundant
stock
ticks
against
clock

Paint
winding
to market
sorts
wants and needs
in request
against
the clock

Painting Roses

Sky
gray days
separate
black nights,
congregating
pain
to recycle
my identity

Gray Days
slip between
sun and earth
Skies remind
of muck
thats stuck
to one's boots
slowing feet
slowing trucks

Separate
lives twixt
summer sun
and cold snow
is You
that would bring life
and light, too.

Black nights
leave silence
cloaked to rise
in mornings' slumber
to lumber like slow cricket
and memories of warm summer days
in fields of grass on praire,
gently passing seconds
in warmer winds

congregating
gold
quietly hides
under yonder rock
fretting being found

Pains
of scarcity
is offset
by love's
abundance
in health
in wealth
by ingenuity
by acceptance

recycling
what poems
that take lines for a walk
so that maybe color
will paint lives
real

Identical
slow feet
would bring life
but lumbering like slow cricket
fret finding
abundant
paint

Winter Soliloquy

Lasting
twilight
crowds
static
time
in skies

twilight
gray days
and black nights
separation
from sun
and galaxy

crowds
cliques
clubs
congregations
in constellation
ephemerally
fighting
for control

static
songs
of note
weave
through
scarcity
easing
pain

time
absolute,
yet relative
as both ocean
and stream
recycles
its identity,
reduces
static,
renews
humanity.

Sky
gray days
separate
black nights,
congregating
pain
to recycle
my identity

Skiff Of Time

Abundant
days
grow
love.
My two cents,
brew with it
lasting.

days
unwind
ahead
behind
in twilight
serenaded
by song

growing
things
crowd
shores
and banks
to gleam
green
and brown

Love
streams
from sky
through time
to oceans,
eroding
static
mountains

senses
of streaming
time
supports
all creation
rhymed
or otherwise

brewing
in skies,
freedom
lurks
waiting
patiently
for sign
of starlight
power

Lasting
twilight
crowds
static
time
in skies

Thankyou Veterans

Release
starlight
to fertilize
everything
feeding
and protecting
lasting
abundance

Starlight
is free
and I feel free
when I walk
with light
both day
and night

Fertile
life
grows
dreams
of freedom
first united
with the sparking
of the sun

Everything
remembers
that touch
of love

Food
for thought
grows spirit
Why?
The Son of God
will return
When?
Two cents
grows four
Where?
Life is
but a dream
What?
A mad scientist type
Who?

Protecting
questions,
freewill
takes a day off
and brews mead.

Lasting
acts
protect
and feed
those lasting
things
protecting
and feeding
US.
Freedom
isn't free

Abundant
days
grow
love.
My two cents,
brew with it
lasting.

Conjoined Twins

People
are the stardust
shining
in creation
of unition
happening

People
bring
industry
to wealth
of souls'
release

stardust
sources
from stars
to return...
to stars

shining-
Stars feed,
in passing-
Stars fertilize
like all
things on Earth
that live
within cycles
of creation

United
by nerves
of cable
and arteries
of asphalt,
our cities
act as organs,
our people
as muscle
skeleton
and everything
cellular

Bringing
food and protection
is the tree of life,
and flower of spirit.

Industry
of hearts
flower
lasting
beauty
and
truth.

Wealth
of souls'
abundance
resides
in such
victory.

Release
starlight
to fertilize
everything
feeding
and protecting
lasting
abundance

Change Happens

Evidently,
shining from darkness
is a personal
victory,
starting
with struggles
of change
with people.

shine from darkness!
each person
can bring
worlds of light
from their soul
to combat
adversity

personally
I've seen
much mitigated,
marginalized,
and assumed
in nature
and families-
in markets
and industry.

Victory
resides
in health
and acceptance
in ingenuity
and wealth

start
by piecing
puzzles
that maze
the souls
release
and create
something
lasting

Struggles
channel
such
endeavors
like the banks
of time
in a river
sometimes swift
sometimes slow

Change
happens

People
bring
industry
to wealth
of souls'
release
in time

In Unition of Hope

Evidently,
shining from darkness
is a personal
victory,
starting
with struggles
of change
with people.

Shine!
be the stardust
God granted you,
be the stardust
you'll return, too

Personally,
nobody
can tell
you how
but, shine
nonetheless

Victory
awaits
those
creating
reality

shine
or
whine

Struggles
unite
money
divides

and change
happens

People
are the stardust
shining
in creation
of unition
happening

Solarium

We Solarians
live in
microcosms
reminded with
landmark words
populating
evidence.

live in
worlds
sown
from stardust
thats shines
from darkness

Microcosms
of society
resides
in ones breast
with personal
Markets
Industry
Nature
Humanity

Reminding us
if you would
change the world
it's best to start
with yourself

Landmarks
of personal
struggle
change
the world, too

populating
maps
with people
rather than
institutions

Evidently,
shining from darkness
is a personal
victory,
starting
with struggles
of change
with people.

Practical Poetry

Lives of our own
chooses
plattitudes
of new lessons,
a map unto themselves
painted in towns
revealing
we Solarians.

choose
a cat
choose
mortgages
choose
9-to-5 jobs
choose
life

plattitude
such as this
serve up
tied with bow
microcosms
to unwrap

lessons learned
need remembering
so a rhyme
may remind

as maps unto themselves
with landmark words
and paths of action

towns
populate
with blocks
of such thought
in struggles
to survive

revealing
truths
we hold
to be self-evident

We Solarians
live in
microcosms
reminded with
landmark words
populating
evidence.

In Drawing

Scurrying,
paddlers inanimate
unchanged with time
sign the times
with maps unchanged
but we are Solarians
with lives our own

paddlers inanimate
take a mind
for action
in choice
no longer lies
in left and right
as concourse
no longer matches
like an esoteric
platitude on form
by Greeks, wtf?!

Unchanged,
nature
teaches
new lessons,
a map unto itself.
But otherwise
truth of Society
expires past
consumption dates,
sour and funky
if not poison.

Sign,
that's right!
Shout from mountaintops,
whisper in sewers,
paint the town yellow.
I dunno, maybe one sleeps.
But it seems
this is our world
our time to shine
our truths.

Unchanged,
books date
themselves
revealing
truths
of pasts
heritage,
but you and I
live today
dreaming
of tomorrow.

We Solarians
smell like teen spirit
sickly sweet
but needing no shower
except the rain
in spring,
wishing
for plumbing.

Lives of our own
chooses
platitudes
of new lessons,
a map unto themselves
painted in towns
revealing
we Solarians.

Relevant Maps Of Streams

Poems
flow through
as rivers
without moving
with flergs of insight,
scurrying.

flowing
the bed load
and the water
stand still
with fish
and paddlers
inanimate,
suspended.
But yet
gets us wet.

Rivers
of thought
living
but forever
plotted on a map
unchanging with time
Where is the flerg,
transformed?

Flergs of insight
are only ever good as
the signs of times
with which
they're mapped?
We are the Orionides
which are the Sirians
whom are the Solarians,
but how do their maps
interprete and interprelate!

Scurrying,
paddlers inanimate
unchanged with time
sign the times
with maps unchanged
but we are Solarians
with lives our own

Scurry Dumplings

Discover
flergs of written words
transferring
underfoot
poems

flergs of words
flow though
as rivers
without moving-
an unmoved mover?
The rock of ages,
philosophers stone,
and stardust of old
sets life to song.

Transferring
the insight
are flergs of:
life in hope,
hope in love,
love in life.
Building
humanity's
prosperity
one age
at a time.

Underfoot,
wizards of health
trolls of wealth
crusaders of acceptance
and gnomes of ingenuity-
scurry...
filming a movie.

Poems
flow through
as rivers
without moving
with flergs of insight,
scurrying.

Flogging Flergy

Floating synergy!
flowing energy!
Manifestation
slumbers
in magical wells
of discovery!

Flowing energy,
what is the written
word- flerg?
moving potential?
heat flow?
radiation?
conduction?
convection?
electricity?
kinematics?
change is not
programmed
into our dNA
as simple understanding

Manifestations
fail describing
transferring
synergy
that build
ecologies
of humanity

slumbering,
giants sleep
underfoot
while we explore
the seasons
and take pictures
of ephemeral streams

Magical wells
spring
along our questing.
Sit at one!
and compose
10,000 poems.

Discover
flergs of written words
transferring
underfoot
poems

Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

People!
Let your stars shine
in doing your best,
for stardust holds
proof positive
in nuclear chemistry
to float synergy!

Stars fuse, shining
as Earths decay, heating.
Flow of energy
determines ecology
and manifestation
of existence
which is-
life

do your best
understanding this,
energy flows,
and with such
effects
manifestation
affecting
lives

stardust
slumbers
held in hold
by souls
It's heat
long ago
cold and recycled...

It's true
stars explode
everyday.
Do you see
some magical well
generating matter?
Something so big
could not be
hidden for long.

Nuclear chemistry
seemingly esoteric
is a basic basic
principle of existence
which we did not discover
but were ignorant
opening our eyes.
If I were to guess
this complexity active
in progression of synergy
bleeding into next levels
of self-similarity.

Floating synergy!
flowing energy!
Manifestation
slumbers
in magical wells
of discovery!

Hidden Pockets of Consequence

Congress
strives
with bids for attention
and opportunity
in provision
of work
for people

strive
to shine
let your star
rise
in heavens
folding life
with stardust
holding souls

bids
float high
expectation
but regardless
the proof
is in doing
your best

opportunity
rises
with the attempt
no matter how shabby
the fishing
or old stardust holds
the glow

provision
in proof positive
worlds
spinning dictates
past gravity

working
towards unity
stardust has
fused into heavier
and heavier elements
in nuclear chemistry
floating synergy
to teach worlds
to sing in harmony
so to our virtues,
with authority
in the pocket-
hiding consequences

People!
Let your stars shine
in doing your best,
for stardust holds
proof positive
in nuclear chemistry
to float synergy!

Dignitas

Rationally
dignified
processes
unite
in forges
of congress

dignified
we strive
for moderation
in all things-
consumption,
work,
God,
what have you

processes
would have
ecstatic
about everything
in bids for attention

unition
however
only requires
interest
and opportunity

Forges
provide
the tools
People provide
the work
in the making
of things

Congress
strives
with bids for attention
and opportunity
in provision
of work
for people

Lithified Dreams

Dreaming
becomes we
that solidifies
questions
to compose
reason

becoming
dignity
conglomerates
through
clear vision

solidification
takes lithification
to resist
earth-movers
and other moguls
in existence.
A process
of unification
in these smiling
days.

Questions
of individualism
applies
pressure and temperature
as in all forges
of heaven and earth.

Composing
unity
is freedom-
for congression

Rationally
dignified
processes
unite
in forges
of congress

Building Picture Frames

Humanity
coordinates
multiplexity
by simply building
realms
in dreaming truth

coordinate
unity
so I
becomes we
and curiosity
finds answers
to monkeys swinging

multiplexity
folds
fractal
answers
in holograms
of questions
that appear solid
What did you hope?
why did you love?
Where did you live?

Simply building
these questions
tries new things
like some poems
take knowing to compose
while in the same
breath generate

The answer
are things,
reasoning,
their place

Dreaming
becomes we
that solidifies
questions
to compose
reason

The Builders Pile

open and close
light gleaming
shines like memory
in explorations
of humanity
that's waged war
with itself

light gleaming
bleeds past gaps
jumping flaps
of folded neurons
creating waves
clocking
paces of life,
coordinated

Shine like memory
or dream like hope.
The truth of pasts
or hopes for creation
spin faster than
orbiting planets
or crawling grasshoppers
in this world
of multiplexity

Exploration
near to earth
does what must be done,
then does what it can.
Soon finding it does
the impossible,
simply building
on what is.

Humanity
builds a simple model
but in reality
humanity
extends beyond realms
of simple explanation
no matter how creative
or energetic the maxim

That's the waged war:
controlling our understanding,
addicting to dependence,
hoping for a past,
and dreaming of a truth.

Humanity
coordinates
multiplexity
by simply building
realms
in dreaming truth

Weathering The Rock

Life now days
up stream of time
repeats ways and doings
lived minute by minute
in epochs and eons
open and close

up streams of time
star dust rains
and light gleaming
shines in eyes
like memories
of flowers and bees

repeating dreams
sculpt brains
shaping, shaving,
abstract thoughts
in explorations
of modern worlds

living
I found out today
that humanity
is becoming smarter
in abstract reasoning
and pattern recognition
and little else

over epochs and eons
nature and nurture
have waged war against itself
with us caught
between hammer and anvil
the striking hammer
shaping our passions

open and close
light gleaming
shines like memory
in explorations
of humanity
that's waged war
with itself

Time For Everything

Resting in winds,
soul's flight
tells tales of choice
about journey's path,
decisions
a part of life now days.

a flight
of glorious magic
and misleading sights
for astronauts of the mind
following galactic star beams
up stream of time
where determinism juts out
weathered and eroded

Tails of choice
follow the beaten path
balancing winged ways
through adversity
with perseverance
and repetition
of wicked ways
and angelic doings,
living minute by minute.

Journeyed paths
open and close
before and behind
above and below
beside and between
against and around
downstairs and upstairs
in tales of progress

decisions
like dust
form who you are

Life now days
up stream of time
repeats ways and doings
lived minute by minute
in epochs and eons
open and close.

Spun Worlds

Adventure
is a sum
greater than parts
freeing
both everything and nothing
in dances with trees
and resting in wind

A Sum
of fun
of spirit
of love
tied into
souls flight

great parts
highlighted
in the telling
of tales
choices
between the right
and left paths
of destiny

Free,
it is your choice
to decide,
-To drink
-To smoke
-To eat
-To watch
vice's punishment
or virtue's reward
on journey's path

everything
and nothing
decides for you
The choice is yours
alone
in your sowing
and reaping
in the seasons
and the sun

Dancing with trees
grazing with grass
flowers sleep with snow
till warmth creeps in bones
to awaken eyes hibernating
in white skies and black nights,
a part of life now days
Oh, to kiss summer.

Resting in winds,
soul's flight
tells tales of choice
about journey's path,
decisions
a part of life now days.

But If They Do

In everything
spirit of life
flows through,
a force that binds
from which we'll return to,
Adventure!

spirit of life
synergy working together
the sum greater
than the parts

flowing through
synergy builds
or it destroys
and redistributes
loaded attributes
freeing or trapping
any way it can
both sneaky and blatant

A force that binds
and/or lets go
both everything and nothing
both figment of imagination
and concrete or physical
it dances with the wind
and rests with the trees
everywhere and nowhere

like dust

Adventure
is a sum
greater than parts
freeing
both everything and nothing
in dances with trees
and resting in wind

Nothing Ever Really Ends

Something commonly
penultimate
is spirit
which connects all things
as worlds await
with times for everything.

Penultimate
spirit of life
flows through galaxies
as foretold
in forgotten memory
as written
in speculative fiction

Spirit
a force that binds
the universe together
resides in every soul
in every blade of grass
where more truth resides
than the Library of Congress

Connecting all
is living energy
and the rest, dust
from which we'll return to
One Day

Worlds await
exploration,
containing adventure.

In everything
spirit of life
flows through,
a force that binds
from which we'll return to.
Adventure!

A Time For Poetry

Hard plays
of inner value
teaches
patience
in passion and pace
for something common,

inner value
penultimate:
life of a situation,
the center of gravity,
the life of matter.
Spirit

teaches us
all things and nothing.
We are connected,
you are not alone.

Patiently,
the world awaits
exploration
of its lessons
that live along
side of us.

Passion and pace
makes a time
for all things.
A time for dancing,
A time for prayer,
A time for relaxing,
A time for work...
Make mine with everything.

Something commonly
penultimate
is spirit
which connects all things
as worlds await
with times for everything.

Flexible Strength

Guides
of time temper
our passions
to arts of living
versatile
in serious work
and hardest play

Time teaches
the value inside
many things
including
flexibility
while remaining strong

While passion
bellows
the heat
and reserve
cups
patience
with defeat
an icy plunge

versatile
tools
fold many uses
into functioning
of one
A brain allows
navigation of
time and space
fashions and taste
danger and safety
action and patience
passion and pace

Serious work
for something
so common

Hard plays
of inner value
teaches
patience
in passion and pace
for something common

The Unmoved Mover

Being present
in fire and ice
on anvils of the mind
is a good playground
for insight
that guides

Fire and Ice
creates Earths cycle
with warm days
and cool nights
till time tempers
our passion.

Anvils of minds
-philosophers stone
-rock of the church
-uncarved blocks
To what art
would you bring
the unmoved mover.

A good playground
is versatile,
makes rewarding
the most serious work
makes fun
the hardest play

Insight
can lead us
much like
wandering
or wondering

Guides
of time temper
our passions
to arts of living
versatile
in serious work
and hardest play

Anvil of the Mind

Paths slap back
in life
plugging into brains
new ideas
new hopes and dreams
through being present

Life
Where are you going?
Under the Sun
blazing and blankets
of Snow

Plugging in brains
so we can hammer more
on anvils of the mind
turning ideas over
hammering form

New ideas
banged around
are a good playground
for ingenuity

New hopes and dreams
may be inspiration
for work today
as insight guides
the hand

Being present
in fire and ice
on anvils of the mind
is a good playground
for insight
that guides

Ties Combine and Redefine

Inheritance
ties
to combine and redefine
in regret and wishes
the presence in the present
path slapping back

Ties
in lives
are our friends
and our families
that foster health
and wealth
and acceptance
and ingenuity

Combining and redefining
pieces of our lives
that plug in brains
during daytime
awaking dreams

regret and wishes
creep in to haunt
our hopes and dreams
making hard to see
clear resolution

Presence in the present
'being present'
helps sorting through
emotional baggage
that latches onto souls
at seemingly
every opportunity

Paths slap back
in life,
plugging into brains
new ideas
new hopes and dreams
through being present

Fusion Paths Slapping Back

Oblivion
forces
maps of universes
that run the four corners
to burn, swim, fly, and squirm
our inheritance

forces
tie everything
together through
synergy
working together
like a complicated
chemistry balancing
synthetic energy

maps of universes
draw out these forces
that combine and redefine
bounds and limits
of reality
in a mystery
all their own

running four corners
eventually we'll
find ourselves
looking forward or back
wondering what happened
in regret or wishing
for more of same

burning, squirming, swimming, and flying
we don't seem to remember
our presence in the present,
paths having slapped back
with each step forward.
but we can be grateful
and make use of what we have

Inheritance
ties
to combine and redefine
in regret and wishes
the presence in the present
path slapping back

Our Inheritance is to Live

Midnight
grapples
four elements
for prosperity
of poets' hearts
final seconds
of oblivion

grappling
Earth and Sky
Oceans and Fire
are forces
microscopic
and yet gigantic
in expression, too.

Four elements
like our left and right
front and back
map out universes
of travel
for healing and wealing,
ingenuity and acceptance

prospering
in streams
that run four corners
cradled here on Earth
with fire in our light
and breaths in our sight
creating a moment- free

Poets' hearts
burn and swim
fly and squirm
to be free
in that moment- alive

Final seconds
unravel mysteries
as light of life
burns all to ashes
while water quenches
and we form
from resultant mud
an inheritance

Oblivion
forces
maps of universes
that run the four corners
to burn, swim, fly, and squirm
our inheritance

The Light Inside

half-yet-unseen
by mankind,
free energy
opens days
as black swans
regard midnight

Mankind's
innovation
grapples
with health
for weal

free energy,
hydrogen economy,
solar, geo
water, wind
four elements
is an end to
grave digging
fossil fuel
with new lives

open days
I'd spend with you
in turning seasons
of peace
and prosperity
of the harvest
rather than
stuck in a hole
digging graves

Black swans
pour a round of blues
to poets of hearts
watching the clock
in the last minutes
tick-tock
final seconds
of oblivion
drunk

Midnight
grapples
with four elements
for prosperity
of poets' hearts
final seconds
of oblivion

Dinosaurs

stable lives
is society's fuel
in errands and work
and at home, too
with leisure feasts
in climatic dealings
half-yet-unseen

society's fuel
burns industrially
by useful economy
needed by mankind
in expense of nature

in errands and work
we swing with gasoline
and coal and coal
producing fires
that consume all
free energy
in solution

at home
fuel feeds furnaces
that keep comfortable
climates too warm
too cool
as times open days
to swing like monkeys

leisure feasts
in easy energy
It need not be
fossil synergy
we use
which attracts
black swans and
deccan flats-like
outgassing

climatic dealings
as midnight approaches
Where will the mushi go?

half-yet-unseen
by mankind,
free energy
opens days
as black swans
regard midnight

Gluttons of Doom

bending reality
as they destroy lives
coming and going
in affliction,
infesting man
and wrecking normality
of stable lives

destroying lives, too
is CO2
a product of combustion
in our bodies
but also society's fuel
towards global warming

Coming and going
in errands and work
sitting at home
watching television fork
our boredom with spork

affliction or addiction
of ease greasing greed
burning cheap or cheaper
for needs of leisure yeast
projecting scenes
of normality

while infesting machines
raise thermostat readings
setting higher levels
for climatic dealings
in Spaceship Earth

wrecking normality
as we deal with change
half-yet-unseen,
if halted today
in global policy

stable lives
is society's fuel
in errands and work
and at home, too
with leisure feasts
in climatic dealings
half-yet-unseen

Worming into Lives

Born of their own garden,
as man uses nature
these angels
parade the seasons
but at what cost?
do these creatures
bend reality.

as man uses nature
these angels use mankind
as hosts
to their demands
often destroying lives
by their hijacking

Parading seasons
see them come and go
with no responsibility

to what cost
of lives lost
through their control
and ailment
inflicting
like addiction

These creatures:
self-similar
verves of time,
spiritual parasites;
infest mankind
wrecking normality
of stable lives,

bending reality
as they destroy lives
coming and going
in affliction,
infesting man
and wrecking normality
of stable lives

At The Cost of Naiveté

Self-similar
verves of time
flow from genius,
sharing floors
spun in myth
with stories of wonder
born of its own garden

verves of time
zeitgeist
spiritual parasites
that would use mankind
as man uses nature

Fl‌owing from genius
these angels
serve their own ends
in parading seasons
fighting to survive
like anything

sharing floors
sharing worlds
of our own
it is thought
some symbiosis
perhaps happens,
but at what cost

spun in myth
and hunted by masters
for their collection,
these creatures
of spirit worlds
go largely unseen
and undetected

Stories of wonder
surround and wrap lives
of these creatures
hidden in plain sight
as mysterious illness
strange synchronicity
and other reality bending
in their telling

Born of their own garden,
as man uses nature
these angels
parade in seasons
but at what cost?
do these creatures
bend reality.

Mystery

The River of Light
twisted
with plurality
and life,
flows from unity
of self-similarity.

twisted
with life
verves of time
glowing in minds-eye
flowing from genius
through to edges
of consciousness

Plural flow
which knows
that to exist
is to share shores
of lore
and lives defined
by common floors

lives of lore
spun in myth
to clothe the nude
struggles of existence
which we hope is more
and magical and mystical
with stores of wonder
winging souls alight
to fight in victory

Unity, in truth
precludes ambiguity
taking form with
trunks and limbs
and nutritious things
that cling passively,
born of its own garden
to spread verve.

Self-similar
verves of time
flow from genius,
sharing floors
spun in myth
with stories of wonder
born of its own garden

As If In A Dream

Choosing
trees
of nature
witnesses
ingenuity
as old as time
sprinkling skies
in rivers of light.

Trees
can be simple
or complex
or twisted
with multiple meanings
when read.
Which should I suggest?

Nature
is a stream
flowing from a tree
Where is balance?
in the branches
Where is sin?
in the stream

Witness
the creation of time
and unfold with plans
of plurality
through meditation.

Old time
is modeled deeply
around us
as the universe
in rock, ice
water, and fire.
And life, and life,
and a life that unites.

Sprinkling skies
we see rocks
and stars,
solar winds and gas nebulae
with comets circling...
As above
so it is below,
the fractacality
as a matter of fact
repeating a cosmos
perhaps to know itself
or know an inner self.

The River of Light
twisted
with plurality
and life,
flows from unity
of self-similarity.

Galactic Universal Consciousness

To get
food and protection
is life, and in gratitude
protects and feeds the source's
new beginnings
for Universe's
choice.

food and protection
in Maslov's hierarchy
is to be reached
from base of trees

Life in gratitude
worships the source
of these gifts
from nature
-as God
has provided
everything we need
right here,
to reach stars.

To protect and feed the source
is a task mammoth
best served by everyone's
contribution, no matter how small,
by whomever benefits
and so we witness
socialism in every religion.

New beginnings
in health
wealth
acceptance
ingenuity
brings forth
greater resource
in maturing.

The Universe
is old as time itself.
What lesson is it teaching
to protect and feed us
through sprinkling the skies
with stars that spy
from rivers of light.

Choosing
trees
of nature
witnesses
ingenuity
as old as time
sprinkling skies
in rivers of light.

Choose Life

Hopes and Dreams
are mountains feeding valleys
weaving ends into beginnings,
life creating its own environment
like Fusion Power,
mutualism
pointing guidance
where to get, too.

Mountains feed valleys
with water, earth,
fire, and air.
Connected mountains
form the greatest source
for a valley floor,
for protection and food,
of course.

Weaving this end of a mountain
into a beginning
is life, and in gratitude
protects mountains, too.

Life creates its own environment
protecting and feeding itself
new beginning through reducing,
recycling, and reusing ploys

Fusion power
recycles heat
reuses elements
and reduces chaos
It's ALIVE! in protecting
and feeding itself
new beginnings

Mutualisticly,
the Universe
points in all directions-
Worth seeing sometime,
but stepping out your front door
can be a dangerous thing.

Pointing guidance
models and maps
reduce to simplicity
choice of action or path

To get
food and protection
is life, and in gratitude
protects and feeds the source's
new beginnings
for Universe's
choice.

Fusion Forming

Shared breath-
the great feeds the small
the small feeds the great-
in symbiosis,
for there is connection
expanding universes
from slipping love
into hopes and dreams

The great feed the small-
oceans feeding the mountains
mountains feeding valleys
earth feeds plants
Sun feeding the Earth.
Nature feeds Mankind,

The small feed the great-
krill feed whales
poop feeds bacteria
bacteria feed krill
krill feed behemoths

Symbiosis sees ends as beginnings,
and weaves beginnings into ends
as points in circles
of recycling nutrients
whether through dreams,
digestion, or death

All is connected-
one less ocean there
means less rain here.
one degree warmer here
means less reflective ice there.
Life cannot help but
to create its own environment
whether thoughts,
houses, or climate.

Universes expand
the machinery of life
to spread cycles farther
than stars can reach
with their eyes,
set so very high
on the prize
of civilization's
Fusion Power
of mutualism.

Slip love
into your life
of hope
for the present
is guidance
with no dictates
on How to get there.
As we aspire to travel
amongst stars!

Hopes and Dreams
are mountains feeding valleys
weaving ends into beginnings,
life creating its own environment
like Fusion Power,
mutualism
pointing guidance
where to get, too.

Expanding Galaxy

Water-
together, works
in time's wending
through ways
of differing principal
towards oceans
in our hearts,
sharing every breath.

Together, working
greatness feeds small creatures
feeding behemoths
like whales fertilizing
ocean waters
cycling nutrients
in symbiosis
with ecologies
freeing up possibility

Time wends
through puddled oceans, too
for even in solitude
there is connection
to love and hate
through heart's
embrace

Ways
over oceans play
oceans of air
and oceans of space
seas of stars
and seas of galaxies
spreading as far as eyes
can believe into unknown
territory of speculation
of an expanding universe

Principal
spaceships
traveling stars
to slip into a new
universe of love

Oceans in our hearts
spring living
hopes and dreams
as arks float
wildlife refuges
like Scotchman Peaks
to fling love and life
into the future
of possibility

Shared breath-
the great feeds the small
the small feeds the great-
in symbiosis,
for there is connection
expanding universes
from slipping love
into hopes and dreams

Sharing Every Breath

The world holds
for commitment
to action
by streams of time
with freedom and possibility
in its sweeter waters

commitment
of synergy-
together, works
towards
more fit life
in time's winding
ways with crooks
creeks and bends
of rivers'

action,
which is bonded
in its own way
to other elements
of nature-
another synergy
of differing principal

Towards oceans,
all flows;
from oceans, life rises
we are the puddle people
with oceans in hearts
and as we eat 9 pints
let us form wonderous things.

Freedom and possibility
shares every breath
springs in all peoples
runs in every river
pools in every ocean

Water-
together, works
in time's wending
through ways
of differing principal
towards oceans
in our hearts,
sharing every breath.

Nibble on the Dream

Circumstances
begin with intention
with mixed in dreams;
and as we travel past
with clothes of the mind
through time, we'll find
what impossible love
the world holds for us.

Intention
commits

dreams
to action

when traveling
in streams of time

which clothes us
with freedom and possibility

impossibly holding love
in its sweeter waters

The world holds
for commitment
to action
by streams of time
with freedom and possibility
in its sweeter waters

Possible Circumstances

Working and playing
in possibility
protects and fashions,
both ways in worlds
and circumstances.

Possibility
begins with intention.
Mix in dreams
and paths are laid
for existence's trodding
with what possible life.

Protecting and fashioning
our travels in passing
are clothes of the mind
keeping us warm
and fending off thorns
with what possible hope.

Ways in worlds
open with our feet
and intention of dreams
with what possible love.

Circumstances
begin with intention
with mixed in dreams;
and as we travel past
with clothes of the mind
through time, we'll find
what impossible love
the world holds for us.

Junction Function

Naturally,
souls insight
models clothes
both rationally
and irrationally
in our work and play.

soul's insight
logical,
rational,
and irrational-
(and outright pathological)-
an ecosystem
of possibility

modeling clothes
for minds to wear
both in protection
and fashion
with appeals
to sense of taste

rationally
we make open ways in worlds
through our feet
our tires
our wings
our thrust
but also love,
hope, and life

irrationally
people choose,
think, and do
things less fit
due to extenuating
circumstances
but also because
they're listening
to their heart
or protecting
something they value
The list goes on,
people have imagination.

Working and playing
in possibility
protects and fashions,
both ways in worlds
and circumstances.

Clothes For Your Poetry

What makes free?
Grow towards that
and you'll learn
that freewill
binds and divides
us naturally.

Grow toward
moisture and light
that feed
soul's insight
dine in
earth's waters

and you'll learn
all is revealed
to those who can see
the fox, hedgehog
the elephant, turtle
sporting clubs
modeling clothes

freewill
is reincarnated
in beer
both rational
and irrational
at it's best

binded and divided
we keep track of time
in our work and play
through bubbles
of high spirits

Naturally,
souls insight
models clothes
both rationally
and irrationally
in our work and play.

Gravity of Water

Forests
both good, bad, and indifferent
are gifts of life
with choices and actions
forced by gravity.
What makes free?

Good, bad, and indifferent
is an ecosystem
of probability
growing towards
world domination

Gifts in life
are skills learned,
with dominating concentration
in single directions
for growth

choices and actions
displays freewill
morals and ethics
displays humanity
empathy and heart
displays compassion
fun and love
displays joy

Gravity
binds,
while
water
divides

What makes free?
Grow towards that
and you'll learn
that freewill
binds and divides
us naturally.

Author Time

Community
writing the future
writes the present
and wrote the pasts
of secret watering wells,
brawnily
in this quiet forest.

Futures
unfold
with hope
as dreams
good/bad/indifferent

Presents
are gifts
to live each moment
as one likes

Pasts
are instructional
guidebooks
for choice and action
The facts
of past interaction
in universes absurd

watering well
that is life
pooling force
amongst gravity's
dictates

brawnily
we can open futures
like rain
we can open presents
like pipes
and open pasts
like canals
/or shut them off
What would make you free?

Forests
both good, bad, and indifferent
are gifts of life
with choices and actions
forced by gravity.
What makes free?

Banana for the crow

Rules
of faithfully dreaming hearts
like a mineral mines,
bleed to stain
poems
delivered to doors
with posted commentary
in pursuit of community

Faithfully dreaming hearts
live hope's love
to write the future

as minerals mine
their intuition
to write the present

blood stains
greed and
demonization
for coercion
and marginalization
by noble corruption
to write the past

poems
transcending t‫ime
prove relevancy
only in expressing
hearts inner recesses
where folded
my emotion
recalls the air
as a distant memory
eaten by organization
burned by expression
no longer latent
like a secret
watering well

delivered,
a fire in my soul
consumes
till quenched
by ice
hardening ideas.
Ideas smelted
from crude ore
of my life
given form
from the hammering
against glowing ideas
with brawn.

Commentary
civilizes
wild paths
but strangely
this forest
is quiet, except
for my smithing
and a random wolf
or crow pecking
at the garbage.

Community
writing the future
writes the present
and wrote the pasts
of secret watering wells,
brawnily
in this quiet forest.

Tidbits

abandoned quality
runs in watersheds
of society's
futures and pasts
of free energy
we need affordable
to buy now
for symbiosis
with rules

running in watersheds
is me, myself, and I
my life and faith
my hopes and dreams
my love and heart

my society,
but also mind
my identity
that builds
like plants plan
as animals animate
and minerals mine

futures and pasts
bringing DNA
and psychokinetics
metaphysics
philosophy
ethics
bleeding
to stain my
and your
 fingers

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from my soul
spun from rainbows
to feed minds divine,
partake and enlight,
if you dare

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symbiosis
are communities
as an organelle
to nucleus
(the one whom
has the data)
like a fixer
producing nutrients
it is I whom feeds you
while you harbor
from tempest winds
I cannot fathom

Rules
of faithfully dreaming hearts
like a mineral mines,
bleed to stain
poems
delivered to doors
with posted commentary
in pursuit of community

Humanity's struggle
through secrets
creates fields
in wind and light
with successes
and failures
from sin and gold-
producing wells
of abandoned quality

through secrets
deciphered
from letters
in pain and joy
comes science
of heads held high
through watershed

in fields
sown
with hunger mitigating
technologies
producing energy
for families
and society

wind and light
power the freedom
from hunting/gathering
futures and pasts
looming like
sleeping giants-
keeping the gates of heaven
from resting on our shoulders

Success
resides in pollination
of these ideas
for free energy
that seem luxury, now
but really necessity
in gathering clouds
arriving

failure
in global oil
reaps wars
we can't afford
nor save for

sin and gold
are today's
investment
for controlling
today's Markets
and Industry
Nature
and Mankind

producing wells
are pumped
for such
without rule to
hope, love, or life

abandoned quality
runs in watersheds
of society's
futures and pasts
of free energy
we need affordable
to buy now
for symbiosis
with rules

Returning
matter and spirit
builds
in calm bays of repair
free from ups and downs
around cupboards
and garbage pits
shaping paths and camps
for humanity's struggle

matter and spirit
magnetic
attracting
through secrets
of spin
in orbits
of galaxies

building
similarities
creates fields
of communication
thus participating
in their own destiny

calm bays
harbor such living
built from dust
in wind and light
earth and ice
reducing, reusing
recycling plights

Ups and downs
meet our journey
with successes
and failures
too numerous
to straighten
similar perfection
unless done right
the first time

but cupboards
contain sin

and garbage pits
contain gold

shaping paths and camps
into normalcies
of producing wells
and empty streams;
from abandonment of quality
in pursuit of ambition

Humanity's struggle
through secrets
creates fields
in wind and light
with successes
and failures
from sin and gold-
producing wells
of abandoned quality

We grow
as hopes rise
in mind's eye
equipose
on any path
in any camp
from dust we grow
and then return

hopes rise
in dreams
some material
some spiritual
all attainable
though perhaps naive

mind's eye
sees potential
built
in this here
time and space

equipose
resides
like compasses
on ships,
nearly inseperable
even in rough seas
of destruction
or calm bays of repair
though ya might
pay little heed

any path
can have
it's ups and downs

any camp
can have
it's cupboard
and garbage pit


from dust
and water
we're shaped
in paths and camps
striving
to fight against
the dying of the light
keeping sacred
the fire of humanity

Returning
matter and spirit
builds
in calm bays of repair
free from ups and downs
around cupboards
and garbage pits
shaping paths and camps
for humanity's struggles

But dust fertilizing
gathers upon
blurred memories
of progress
and adventure
belying
predictability
in which? we grow

gathering
and sowing
are seasons
freshest in spirit
as hopes rise
with both's
opportunity
to walk
in reserve

blurred memories
either burn or freeze
in mind's eye
solstices

but progress
is sown or reaped
in equinoxes

while adventure
may meet one
on any path
or any camp

belying
laughter
at this thought
are cycles upon cycles
years and years
layers upon layers
of dust from toasted

predictability
which has toasted you
in return many times
I'm sure

We grow
as hopes rise
in mind's eye
equipose
on any path
in any camp
from dust
and then return

Independence from oligarchy's
sweet scent
rushes past
assumption
of normality's
dust fertilizing.

sweet scents
of summers last blooms
light up gazes
as rainclouds
gather upon
breaking shores

rushing past
the blooms
blur into memories
of progress
hard won
and hard fought

assuming
we'd need a picture
to remember journey's
adventure
camera points
proliferate
pontification.
Nothing adorns the wall.

Normality
is blooms on a rosebush
in good weather
and redeemed beautifully
surprisingly
predictable
though aren't always
to be found
growing

But dust fertilizing
gathers upon
blurred memories
of progress
and adventure
belying
predictability
in which? we grow

Pluralism
breathes life
gives light
unto existence,
multiplying
our potential
independence from oligarchy

breath life's
sweet scent
of gasoline
clouded
oil tarred
streets

Street lights
rush past
houses
illuminating
drunken Oktoberfest
of quart mugs
and cheap beer

Existing
pubs
house people
who assume
life's normality,
the only normal thing

multiplied
this assumption
denies climate change
and sea rise,
29 meters when
ice caps go splat
at end of century
coming to you soon
already 20 years late

potentially
anything unarchived lost
hubris (art?) burned
to skeletal remains
with dust fertilizing
fields from floods
of civilizations own
driving rains

Independence from oligarchy's
sweet scent
rushes past
assumption
of normality's
dust fertilizing.

Round campfires
the square root
burns with light
genuinely enriching
the well-being
of hearts'
pluralism

The square root
of five elements
breathes life
into life
gives light
to light
in return
for light

Burning with light
wood unravels
its warm sweater
of existence
that kept
fire lockstepped
with the elements
melded

genuinely enriching
add water to snow
add fire to wood
add earth to gardens
add air to windows
and watch it multiply

Well being
is squared
health
wealth
ingenuity
acceptance
These elements
of society
unlock our potential

of hearts'
embracing
hugs on living
wistful wishes
of companionship
independent
from oligarchy.

Pluralism
breathes life
gives light
unto existence,
multiplying
our potential
independence from oligarchy

Stars speckle
every thing
from previous lives
freeing up
round the campfire

Most everything...
Independence
Freewill
Humanity
Compassion
comes from
the square root
of mankind

from previous lives
comes Ingenuity
Wealth
Health
and Acceptance

freeing up
our legacy
more valuable than gold
through contributing.

Round campfires
the square root
burns with light
genuinely enriching
the well-being
of hearts'
pluralism

Pouring together
one has to contend
with all questions
of the moon
by cattle
speckled stars.

in contention
is everything
you've said and done
though, Luckily
sin doesn't carry
from previous lives
or Mother Theresa
would become emperor
and we'd all
be Catholic?

"With all questions,
do we enslave ourselves.
Only by finding answers
do we free up
possible pragmatism."
-Victor C. Vosen

The moon
watches
the lonely
lady cough
in the dark

by cattle
as a cowboy
wears thin
his batteries
spinning yarns
round the campfire

Stars speckle
every thing
from previous lives
freeing up
round the campfire

Stable environments
produces tons
of Dark Energy,
Let's go live on the moon
for deep change
and deep time
confound.

Produce tons
and one has
tons to contend.
Produce 7 billion people
and one has to contend
with 7 billion people.

The Dark Energy
production by people
is the blindspot
we all have
in redshifts
as all questions
are usually first explored
and suffered for awhile.
This is our adventurous nature.

Let's go live on the moon.

Deep change
is going to launch us there
anyway, faster than a dish
can run away with the spoon.

Deep time
on the moon might be quite pleasant
warm days, cool nights
spectacular stars
and growing gardens
with 1 boy for every girl.

Pouring together
one has to contend
with all questions
of the moon
by cattle
speckled stars.

Brains seeking heaven
grow plants of combustion
to eat beachfront in Arizona.
This is proving catastrophic
by rulers of traditionally
stable environments.

Plants combusting
whether metamorphosed
into coal or oil
or natural gas
produces tons
of cO2 a year
by 7 billion
electric users

beachfront in Arizona
is likely
in less than a century
as everything
frozen kicks off
in global spalling
what with heating
increase accelerating
the further we progress
A Dark Energy

This proves catastrophic
to every drainage,
Let's go live on the moon

Rulers of tradition
have no concept
for deep change,
even deep time confounds
and that's pretty simple
which we've been arguing over
for the last 150 years.

Stable environments
produces tons
of Dark Energy,
Let's go live on the moon
for deep change
and deep time
confound.

I believe
cO2
acting as thermostat
gets marginalized
in Mobs with antiquated
brains seeking heaven

cO2
a product
of combustion
traps heat
and grows plants

acting as thermostat
raises average temps
pushes frigid icecaps
into oceans to cool off
Greenland jumps 7 meters
Antarctica jumps 22 meters
Maybe all that beachfront
in Arizona isn't so worthless

Marginalized
green thinking
is proving catastrophic
as furnace lag catches
us pushing thermostats higher
pushing comptrollers
further underground

Mobs with antiquated
views cannot be taught
enmass when programmed
for the last 2000 years
by rules of tradition
For when we don't have
a stable environment,
what do we have?

Brains seeking heaven
grow plants of combustion
to eat beachfront in Arizona.
This is proving catastrophic
by rulers of traditionally
stable environments.

In minutes
gravitas
could thrust up
something better
through mere dreams
of belief

gravity
'the secret'
unseen, unsmelled
untasted
attracts climate change
to fossil fuel usage
through CO2

upthrusting
thermostat status
into controversy
but of course,
people whom don't know
are convinced it isn't
and those who do know
are hesitant to damn

while something better
gets marginalized
in pursuit of terminal velocity
but what will growth mean
when baseline needs
are as shaky as an earthquake

merely dreaming about it
makes me pray
for the zombieapocalypse
with Jesus leading
the Mob with antiquated
brains seeking heaven
with a bite of flesh
and a drop of blood

I believe
cO2
acting as thermostat
gets marginalized
in Mobs with antiquated
brains seeking heaven

United,
we need
to imagine
7 billion people
acting locally,
daring to dream success-
in the last five minutes.

needs and wants
gravitas
stick us
to earth
or drown
in water
or thrust up
on mountain tops

as we imagine
something better
than what we know
as we dare to hope
dare to dream

7 billion people
create reality
through mere dreams
working, thinking, playing
as a honeybee
creates new life
through pollination,
spreading information
that completes
germination

dare to dream success
like the little engine that could
believed he could
before he ever succeeded

In minutes
gravitas
could thrust up
something better
through mere dreams
of belief

Monopolies
struggle
making everything.
I pursue progress
to realize hope,
unlocking something better
in myself
to unite with.

Struggles
for quality
can vary with time
Evolution of climate
can bring needs
as well as necessity
for greener peace

Making everything
is hard independence.
Instead, what footprint
can you imagine left
if you did do it all?
If one made solar panels
and computer networks?
Where's everything
coming from
where's it all go?

To pursue progress,
we have to think globally.
If 1000 people do the same,
what impact?

Realizing hope
nestles in the grassroot
movements,
Would you want to act locally?
When?

Unlocking something better
is daring to dream success.
Dare to dream better,
stop addictions to oil.

Myself,
I dream of fuel cells,
of algae biodiesal,
and waste water powerplants.
Maybe hydrogen cars
with hyperbaric tanks
stopping at solar powered
filling stations
will eliminate sprawling
tar sands and toxic beaches
and wars for oil, wars for oil
in these five minutes
to midnight.
The same five minutes
that have lasted 50 years,
are probably stretching thinner.

United,
we need
to imagine
7 billion people
acting locally,
daring to dream success-
in the last five minutes.

On the Space Dock
everyone struggles
towards glimmering hope
in Spaceship Earth
The old regime, ruthless,
juxtaposed with greed
divides itself
pursuing monopolization

everyone struggles,
with drive
some ways open
in time
much is just exploration
what will you discover

glimmering
in streams
winding through time,
something resolute?
Perhaps a life
sustaining health.

Spaceship Earth
sails through big empty
and cold realities
making everything
possible
and possibly fine

The old regime, ruthless
in pursuit of progress
but what is progress?
Peace?
Love?
Unity?
Respect?
make mine today!

Juxtaposed greed:
money, power, respect;
consume hearts
to unlock dreams.
But what if we
just dreamed, anyway,
and realized hope
is dreaming play
unlocking something better
in ourselves.

Divided,
shared visions
of global harmony
act locally.
United
world peace
thinks globally

Monopolies
struggle
making everything.
I pursue progress
to realize hope,
unlocking something better
in myself
to unite with.

Reckonings
witness in ice and fire
life penultimate:
powering thermostats,
churning out cool ideas;
for revolution around
space docks.

Witness in ice and fire
the battle
life
strives in competition for
all around in Nature
everything struggling
towards glimmering hope

life penultimate
made from fire and water
earth and air
New mythologies are born
on wings of ecology
in Earth's spaceship

Powering thermostats,
sun's drive
captured by
carbon die-oxide
Will it be death
to smoke on a water world
The old regime too ruthless
too lazy, too stupid
to change with
climate shift's invitation

Cool ideas
abound, from wind energy
to cheap solar power
But our need for speed
is juxtaposed with greed
Take money out of every equation
and one is left with utility
Perhaps pride will replace
...one day

Revolution
around free energy
is possible
but is such a hot topic
we divide ourselves
over monopolization
in pursuit of greed
meanwhile people heat up
and populations explode

On the Space Dock
everyone struggles
towards glimmering hope
in Spaceship Earth
The old regime, ruthless,
juxtaposed with greed
divides itself
pursuing monopolization

Welcome to part I

We warm in hearts
passing ages
as magic grows
binding light
to societal mores
of industry and nature
of mankind and markets
causing shifts to conscience
reckonings'

Passing ages
witness in ice
and stone, fire
and air
records of equipose
in recycled landscapes

The magic growing
life penultimate, which
too presses fingerprints
upon passing ages
onboard spaceships
destined to the ends
of time

Binding light
powers the navigation
and thrusters,
the air recycling
most everything
except hull temperature

Societal mores
have played devil
with thermostat settings
and little recourse remains
to be cool
on sunny sides

Industry and Nature
churning out energy
Mankind and Markets
turning out machines

Shifting consciousness
recycling, reducing, and reusing
cool ideas
until revolution around
space docks becomes
epicurean, again.

Reckonings
witness in ice and fire
life penultimate:
powering thermostats,
churning out cool ideas;
for revolution around
space docks.