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All That Remains
Out
of the east hove the sun,
shedding
light upon the land,
rended
by the plagues of desolation,
where
mankind fought hand to hand.
The
wails of the battlefield’s perils
volley
through the lingering breeze,
echoing
sounds, almost whispers,
the
last breaths of dying pleas.
What
have we done to ourselves?
Why
have we caused so much pain?
What
on this earth is worth dying for,
when
everything is lost in vain?
All
that remains is the ash.
All
that remains is the stone.
All
that remains is the dust.
All
that remains is the bone.
All
that we share is everlasting,
as
are the seeds that are sown.
All
that remains is the laughter,
carried
away by the winds that were blown.
The
dawn of this day is a memory.
The
sunset has yet to become.
All
things that exist are ephemeral,
to
an end they must yield and succumb.
A Rhyme to Reason
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Future possibilities based on current trends.
The randomness of reality; a time with many
ends.
The world of metaphysics – the realm
of the spiritual mind,
foundational non sequiturs become the scapegoat
of the Divine.
Mankind will never know all that he seeks
to find.
The speed and position of the electron can
never be defined.
Space and time distortions, no equations can
compute,
the ‘constants’ within nature
– no matter how acute.
The sun will never rise the way it did today.
The moon will lambently shine in a slightly
different way.
Nothing is ever the same; ergo, no outcome
is a fact.
Energy expelled is random, and chaos will
exact…
I’m not a mathematician, but I certainly
can deduce
that the unified Theory of Everything
will forever be reclused.
Chaos and complexity are perceived as ‘natural’
laws;
the choice in Occam’s Razor; where the
effect defines the cause.
Science thrives on errors, and every truth
unveils a grief.
We follow the course of thought down our Rivers
of Belief.
A dogma molds humanity from the cutting edge
of science:
What fits into the mosaic of thought?
Which theories have alliance?
We accept the observable universe from a subjective
point of view,
but every paradigm is different, each has
its shade and hue.
What we perceive empirically – does
it really exist at all?
Reality orbits an atom, of a dream domain
so small.
2004
Lee, TPK--2004
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The Modern Myth of Life and Thought
It begins with a structure: Delegate the past to the present.
It is formed -- it is forged, and then made inbred and incessant.
With hard-love, it is taught, conformed, and then expected;
one should not think for themselves, be deemed mis-directed.
Here’s how it is: Just look! Have a glimpse for yourself:
CNN is live! It’s endorsed! Talk about shameless, never mind the wealth.
The common thief, humanity as a whole, has elected another monster,
forgotten about history, the collective, and the inner sponsor of the soul.
Time has not forgotten, it’s only a memory of recollection
that resides within the human heart, provides-- gives retrospection;
However distant the knowledge is of “what-it-is” we think
we know,
the further away we then find ourselves, the right answer is always no.
But the tides of life, unknown they churn, beyond the grasp of state and mind,
deciphers what I’ve always known, just outside of space and time.
Who’s the one that dared to claim that the Earth was completely round?
Ya’ll silly people, Kings and Queens, with thy ignorance profound.
The
Hearts Of Men
Everything that’s alien,
everything nightmarish,
In the hands of the creators;
destroyed, all that is cherished.
Utopia, the ideal dream of mankind;
a species, a breed, caught in the
storm
of uncertainty, and the knowledge
of death,
so able to change, yet unwilling to reform.
Compassion versus evil,
neither realm defined,
Acts of violence without logic
destroy all that is moral,
or deemed sublime.
Ball Of Blue
I like to sit in the
sand
and stare off into
the horizon
as far as the eye can
see
to where the ocean
meets the sky.
I like it just a little
breezy
to enhance the magic
moment
of watching the sun
set into the west.
Then there are the
stars,
those bright diamonds
of the night,
so mysterious with
possibilities,
perhaps daily bread
to other life.
One-hundred-billion
of them
in the Milky Way galaxy;
the odds are greater
than most probable.
It’s only a matter
of time
before star trekking
becomes doable;
if it can be dreamed,
conceived, or imagined,
then it can all be
made a reality.
I see the reflection
of the moon on the water,
hear the sounds of
waves tumbling on the shore,
I get captured in a
breath of inspiration,
opening new dimensions
in my heart to explore.
Sitting beside me is
my imaginary soul mate
that shares the same
deep passion for the knowledge and
comprehension of it
all.
Someday that, too,
may become a reality,
but for now the universe
is my lover,
and I hail to her from
this
great spinning ball
of blue.
The Beauty of Creation
Your love is like the
amaranth,
a flower that never fades.
Your
eyes are like twin rainbows,
cascades of many shades.
You
are the elegance of the moonlight.
You are the joy of morning’s dawn.
You
are the Beauty of Creation
that the stars shine down upon.
You are the magic moment,
the highlight of everyday.
You
are the sudden ray of sunshine
that parts the clouds away.
You
are the winds of Inspiration;
the breeze in every season,
You
are the tides that churn
to give every rhyme its reason.
You
are the anomaly of happiness,
a batch of Heavenly brew.
You
are everything my heart desires,
you make all my dreams come true.
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