Wings ...and things

Whether ...Or Not

Whether …Or Not

If we could time travel. Why not go back to way back when.

Where/if we can blend with spirits

as friends Rise above the noise of battles untold.

And leave our enemies lifeless, cold, dead, empty shells.

Let buzzards feed on their bloated flesh.

Flies revel in the stench, fill the carcasses

with maggots until there’s nothing left

but let jacals feast on the bones.

Would we breach the void

Raise Hell And win

All the wars we lost in time

Bring back family and friends

Yet could not avoid when fate intervenes

to give our enemies the same.

But then as masters of the game.

We would shake off hurt and pain,

shed the death masks, reanimate our flesh,

breathe back life into our bones

overcome all fear and rise again.

Eventually cradle the tired sou...

Warp-light

From the living Heartbeat of engineering 

Ignition of the core

As the engines arclight catches the beat

as if a beast awakening from a deep sleep

as its eyes pulsate with a strange inner glow

with a gleam of intelligence

as if a faint whisper of remembrance

which glimmers to life from its mortal soul

AI awakens the starup program

2nd tech C2... Fields starts The Tunes

Some jazz-blues rythms initiate

Start with trumpets blaring,

drums charging full ahead

with the clash of cymbals, a gong in electronical fusion

Some wailing synth sirens

followed by a sultry cascade of smoothe sax notes

punctuated by black violin and stratocasters

dueling for dominance Echoed by a chello chaser

keepin a tight reign... followed by an extended silence

and the dying echoes of a series of pulse notes...

Worlds within

Waves crashing against the rocky shoreline,

calling to mind... Dreamscapes we have stored 

within ancestral memories

Spiritual pathways

Of DNA  written in blood, skin and bones

Taking US from our hiding place behind the bushes

peering through an opening

Through the rushes 

Of...

Wars of worlds beyond belief

Perhaps from the beginning of time

sounds of violent conflict between

We ourselves

As individuals and connective being

Everyone and everything

Just as... the very air we breathe

Land and Sea

Mountain and Shore

To what End... THIS?

Not to pretend it all matters

To you and i

As we stroll through the LIFE

Where we experience/yet know

Neither

BEGINING Or END

Still Oblivious... 

Griot

Masters of sound

not just history...

of past pain and glory

for times worse or better

talking books, tenders of visions

memory minders

keepers of calendars ...of souls

signalling... where what who how

when called upon called upon to bear witness

not only recreate reflections

not just lament to represent

to call aside, perpetuate signs

relay perspectives

address minds/times

To reconnect/resurrect

lost signals of/from the Creator

A frog sings ...from across the pond

another answers...

remember ...back

C2

A child's muse

Like a child's toy
brings joy, amusement, comfort...

we play our blues

reflections perhaps
of precious moments we learn to fly

an instant replay of something good

or bad happening that day

role play

ideas lost and found

intentions raised, in mind
though, not yet followed through

things the universe has cast our way
in the ocean of things to do...

of things missed or dissed

of circumstantial currents set into motion

emotions triggered from cues
real or imagined

some, with a flourish
of spontaneous chatter
and witty comebacks  

others
lost at the moment of imp...

A moment found

in a place

where the music in my head 

and the rhythm of my heartbeat

coincide

in a rare mood

where bits and pieces gathered from the dark rich earth

within my skin

somehow find the necessary spark

to dance to life

inspired perhaps by being inclined to realign  

hoping to find its missing parts

from once upon a time... to happily ever after

where doing the math... finds its answers

in unanticipated places

yet, home

where i, once stood alone... 

sense a soul source near capable of... filling the void

in the space between us... found love...

surrounding ...us

C2

Evil-Nomix

Imagine 365 tv monitors in a large room

Each one tuned to different stations

volume turned up to the sky

spreading the news

Or Is it

Just more of the daily Blues

Cain and Abel stories

magnified

In every dimension

Chock Full of evil rising

And All Hell breaking loose

Trying crack-baby hard

Not to mention

The Not-Christian Right is getting uptight

Because Nazis and Terrorists

are joining their cause

Cause UGlyis beautiful... 

cloaked in the smoke 

that ensues

Mankind

Deaf? Dumb? Blind?

What?

Who?Yours? Mine?

The Good! The Bad!

The Butcher The Baker

The Giver The Taker

The SmokerThe Joker

We Come We Go

as we Express our spirits

Characteristics

With our Bodies and Minds

Running like a river

Until we reach the ocean of life

When we run out of

Time

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Soul free

The very idea

that you would be Forbidden

to know your history

to read for yourself

How to plant the seed

of a history you might use

to reconstruct an identity

before the creator

that you might be enabled

to take the necessary steps

to take you from the first

to the next

To learn about every war

we may ever hope to win

We must find our strength

we must know our enemy

every battle ...

Spiritual

Holding on by means

Exceeding my most extreme power limits

i soon realize… There’s no disgrace

Calling to a higher power

than i alone

To state my case…

Whenever i need to reinforce

My real or imagined strength

Beyond my limited ability

To meet the tasks i am called to undertake

To resist demonic forces at hand

When i must bend before i break

Taken to the place i must make my stand

And pray with whatever wisdom i may find

At the very moment i am called upon

To act upon what challenges Stand before me

As i sta...