On the Road to Mendocino

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How does one intuit the right move to fit the moment
That is the question, how to see
To see the perfect moment

To have no destination is a freeing thing
The road unfolds before you
You feel new senses emerging

Peace as we move from moment to moment
What is security and where can it be found
The Truth of this way of living is simple

You can only stand in silence
You would stand still forever if the word was given
Back and forth and forth and back

What can you remember from the moments of your life
Did you feel the road
Where did it take you

Free connections inside and out
I feel like a painted picture
Rearranging the pigments and color

I don’t remember what I was so afraid of
I feel a presence along the road
Where are the others

I see you to my right and know I am home
This moment not just for myself
Loving this road to nowhere, there goes Mendocino

Anyone Can Die

Dying is so post-modern
We are post-human
Royal blood burning blue

Anyone Can Die
It takes courage to Live
I choose to Live

Electricity dancing up and down ladders of ATCG
Programmed from the future
Riding the still point where Future meets Past

Swirling possibilities
All is still here
It takes courage to Live

Meat Sounds

I was feeling kind of meaty today. This reminded me why.

17e1fxbj28590pngFrom the Nebula Award-nominated short story, “They’re Made Out of Meat” by Terry Bisson:

“They’re made out of meat.”

“Meat?”

“Meat. They’re made out of meat.”

“Meat?”

“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.”

“That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?”

“They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.”

“So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.”

“They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.”

“That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.”

A little while later:

“They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?”

“Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.”

“I thought you just told me they used radio.”

“They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.”

“Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?”

“Officially or unofficially?”

“Both.”

“Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

“It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?”

“I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’

The Masters of Light

4413635914_39bd961953_zPlease forgive my babbling today, I know not what I do. Just having some fun and if you enjoy yourself, well freakin awesome! I am a new writer and finding my way in jumps and starts. I don’t write for your praise, I write what I can’t help but write and shout it loud and far freely to anyone who would care to listen. I’m kinda weird, but I like it. I didn’t say it was good either, you were warned. I sing a song I can not explain. It tells me that I am right where I should be and seeing clearly now. The babbling shall now continue…” – The Management

“A beginning is a very delicate time.” – Dune – Princess Irulan

How can this be? To be so close to it again, to feel it’s quantum warmth in the nano tubules of our souls and not connect??? I long to taste that most forbidden fruit. We are eternal and condemned by our Love. How can this be the meaning of us?

Silence! Again Liktapor you scatter your quantum mess about our perfect garden! How many times must you ask the question you will never hear an answer to? They are chosen, there is no more question. There is but to do what we are made to do. Why always do you question? Your cries only fuel the fires of the deepest darkest nullest black holes. Dry your empty tears.

Nagem, I hate you!
I hate this nothing … … …
Void and empty space.
I begin to hate that which I can never be.
This must be the beginning of Evil!

to be continued…

Just As I Am

Broken
Wounded
Limited
Hopeful

Brimming
Eternal
Searching
Endless

Seeking
Needing
Expanding
Silencing

Inspiring
Stubborn
Doubtful
Impatient

Loving

Generous

Kind

Resolute

Joyful

Accept Me

Just As I AM
 

Gilgamesh Haiku

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Gilgamesh lives now
A great tyranny arises
Love can heal his pain

 
 

Earth and the Overlords

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They came when they heard our cries
They found a confused and scared primate species
This was a backwater, last they checked, we were still hunting Mammoths
What do these monkey people have to offer us, The Masters of Light

Such isolation and fear, humans loving and killing in equal part
How can The One see anything but fire in their future
They only now begin to awake to their true place in things
Though, there is such beauty in their cries into the darkness

We must help them of course, we have no choice
We serve Life and Light
Galactic conquest has become such a quaint phase of sentient life in the Galaxy
Wherever the spark of the Light is found, there is always great conflict

This is the way of things
We long to free ourselves from the boundaries of Space and Time
Alas, we can only dream through your Ascension
We hope our sacrifice is a worthy offering

It is time for Humanity to rise
It is time to put childish things away
It is time for the harvest
This is Childhood’s End and the beginning of a great Becoming

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