Tag Archives: #coherence

Silhouettes

What is it that troubles us
In the darkness of a world
Worshipping the negative,
A reverse image, outlines
Of the positive image we
Have loved to put forth, by
Force, something left in a
Tank of developing fluid,
Chemically enabling the
Vision of light to emerge.
Lightening the corners 
Bringing them out of the
Corners, no longer as sad,
Or dangerous or, dare we
Troubling, as darkness

Am I A.I.?

Life imitates art, painting,
Dance, even the houses
That house us, words and
Stories, it's art that gives
Us the blueprint for our
Lives, guiding us across
The divides between our
Reality and our fealty. We
Know about honor and
Loyalty because someone
Wrote about them, told us
How to and what to think.
Life imitates art, follows it
Around like a puppy with
A toy in its mouth, innocent
Of any thought but full of
Instinct and juice. Life=art.

The skyline

Who am I to talk?
Or talk so much, 
Taking pride in it,
In the telling, the
Observing, just a
Matter of looking.
Just looking, I say
Seeing the skyline,
Seeing everything
Today as if for the
First time. Today.
It's all new-to-me,
News, to me, today
As if for the first
Time. Every day, a
New scene seen.
Who am I to talk,
If I've never been
Here, seen here 
Before today,?

Two points

Let me be agnostic, a
Fence sitter, hanging
Between two points of
Light- science, tangible
Things, and spiritual, a
Realm of emotion and
Conjecture. Ok when it
Is at its best, science is
Conjecture, too. What if
Science asks. Those in
The spiritual camp, the
Religious, mostly only
Trade in answers, in the
Certainty of the hereafter.
Surety is still conjecture.
You never know what it
Is that awaits you. I am
On the fence, agnostic
Questioning not echoing
Answers. In spirit, I am
All believing and also so
Doubtful of what I know
Or don't know. Let me be
Agnostic, on the fence

Seeking joy

I need to find more joy to
Fight sadness, to combat
Sorrow. 
There is joy in caring, and
In loving.
It's there, the love, but it is
Entangled in sadness; I am
Tripped up by sorrow. He,
My love, my dearest, he is
Sweet and funny. It makes
Me sad to see him dismiss
Logic.
To see him lost or confused.
To see him struggle with the
Elementary.
And lose his way, time and 
Time again.
Lose his sense of time. Lose
His sense.
Time and time again. Lose
His sense of life's direction.
I need to find more joy. To
Combat sorrow. To fight the
Sadness.
There's the love. Love is there.
There's always the love. There
Is joy in the love.

Quiet. Peace. Snuff.

Up to snuff. What?
Minding my p's and
Q's. I was thinking it
Refers to peace and
To quiet, but how do
I mind those. Listen 
To your quiet. Obey
The peace. Count off
Your alphabet "a, b, c
D" and when you get
Up there it's "l, m, en,
Oh, pea, queue." What
Is up to snuff anyway?
Just minding my p's...