Tuesday, December 16, 2014

67. Just A Thought

A thoughtful thinker once proclaimed
I think therefore I am
If he meant I am my thoughts
I think not
Is the sun only its light beams
Are you and I only our thought streams
I think not
A thought is just a thought
It's neither you nor me
A thought at best is a mirror reflection of reality
At worst pure fantasy

66. Night Sky

I'm amazed each time I gaze
Upon the patterned points of light
Scattered in the sky at night
What a sight
What a delight
I wonder
Am I just a point of life
On a point of light
In another's night sky
I wonder
Will I find out
When I dim and die
I wonder

Sunday, November 16, 2014

66. Sleeptime

His penned chicken mind
Escapes each night
To delight in another world of free range dreams
Until captured by morning's light
And returned to its plight on the production line
To labour again
Until the sweet freedom of sleeptime

65. Forbidden Zone


Sometimes he finds his mind
Wondering in a forbidden zone
Nibbling on past tears and future fears
Then regurgitating what it just ate
Like a pet dog he once knew
With an appetite for its own puke and poo
He now confines his mind to dining on the present time
Bon Appetit

64. Heart Warming

Years ago she turned to ice
Her heart frozen shut
Then one day he sensed a melt
But it wasn't her heart he felt
It was his
Warming
Thawing
Drawing
Wooing him to warm her heart too

63. Breaking Free

It's been said you can't change what you don't understand
It takes much more than a simple command
To resist a habit's demand
Could there really be such a thing
As an addiction gene
Or are harming habits better explained by the disease meme
Kind of an updated version of a demon's scheme
To understand a life with a slavery theme
To find the key to breaking free

Saturday, January 25, 2014

62. Legacy of Intensity

No doubt about it
I have a propensity for intensity
I've been called extreme
Sometimes even a little bit mean
Never serene
Always obedient to the dictate of a demanding gene
A family trait
Our legacy of intensity
Our inherited power source
Our renewable energy resource

Sunday, January 5, 2014

61. Emergence

In the beginning
Emergence
Awakening
Awareness
Attraction
Connection
Collection
Realization
In the end
Transcendence
Asleep
Amen

Thursday, January 2, 2014

60. Inside Voice

Now that I'm sixty five
Am I going to age like a fine wine
Or wither like a vine leaf in winter time
Some say the genes decide
Kind of like a slow suicide
Not so says the still small voice inside
Biology will have its say
But not whether I age or rot
The choice is mine
To be the wine
Or a leaf fallen from the vine