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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

 

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.

 

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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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