Digital

kinda bluesy

Being somewhat selective

Sensitive to being rejected.

Protective of the emotions

Carried in the baggage of my word trains

Too proud to beg to be honored

with even a brief hello or goodbye

Why would i/should i bother

If I am not welcome here

Then i guess i‘ll digress

No longer ponder If there’s still life …here

And go way back over yonder

Stop by a bar, and buy myself a few brews

No longer to be plagued

with who’s who and what’s what…

And be done with the wordplay

As if i can’t get it up… and have had enough

In this atmosphere… no longer amused

Talking to myself… once again

If... We

We are all time travelers… 
Like the imprint of DNA

Made from pure energy, 
light and dark combined

Its signature of everyone 
who has ever lived and bore fruit to a child 

by which we survivors
continue to thrive, 

if we cohabitate, communicate, 
copulate, repopulate 

and provide loving energy 
to another soul… 

can we imagine 
By proxy, to be worthy of life? 

For to live and choose 
to pay our dues. 

We have served and been served. 
In this miracle Called life.

does that mean if we fail
we are given another try

C2

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Warp speed

Living in the kingdom mighty, strong... wise

wrenched from the Garden 

Taken... Beat but not beaten.

Bent to Hell... In so many ways

Yet still unbroken.

In freefall...

A gifted people gathered from afar

So many kingdoms ...lost in time.

Life cycles

brought to ruin all over the Earth.

Born

With so much love...

Then torn from loving mothers

Ragged flesh/open wounds.

Our dead bodies cast away, without tombs.

Naked as the Earth

where

We gathered since creation found us.

Stolen/chosen people,

beings who we are 

resilient... resistant to the demons

poisonous influence.

No matter how we were...

Digital

What allows us to project power

even from a small finger

gathering strength

from a small place in our minds...

A power born between us

magnified within us 

a silent strength

like a heartbeat

magnified and reverberating 

on a taut drum skin

a signal

cast into the skies

joined... even to the smallest

most seemingly insignificant particle 

in resonant echoes carried upon the wind

reverberations answering cries 

to a soul within... 

sharing power 

just enough to show

we are not helpless

powerless

or weak

just facing trials... 

being tested

shaped by fire

honed

tempered...

our means to extremes are not typical

even our dreams are pote...

Rainmaker

Somethings happening high in the clouds
whispers in the rushes below

birds seeking shelter from the telling winds
even they know... the time is nigh

lightning calling to the east
thunder rolling in from the west

sporadic flurries of rain hit hard
with dull thuds furrow the parched earth

hint that this is only a test

C2

Sex appeal

What is there in our own reflections

which allow us to... decide what's genuine?

what enables us to send the right vibes 

to another someone who might feel as we do...

which makes our rezedevous possible 

positive interactions and attractions

for making chemical reactions to prepare us

for the things we feel inclined to do

what gives us the skill and confidence

to light fires in someone elses eyes

decide to go further ahead,

determine if its wise 

or not...

still, if the fires hot 

we may still, lose control

is it permanence we seek? 

or are we just passing through

who knows, which way the wind blows

are we really running true or flying blind

or playing ...

Warrior way

To maintain the freedom

we fight

in a struggle to survive 

we mend fences between neighbors

each of us having a place

When united... we make space

for whatever our common will can defend

When we pretend the only way it will end

is in failure...

leaving ruin or raw materials

for someone else to build upon

As otherwise, nature does what it does

like waves crashing against the shores 

upon the sandcastles of our dreams

are naturally erased 

C2

lazy daze

its cold inside, colder outside

so, i put another log on the fire

because its my turn to be the tender

and keep my family warm...

or am i just being nice

its my job, anyway

like something unquestioned

passed on to me from the best of my kin

who supported one another

more out of the common path we walked upon

Some call it holy ground...

not because we worshipped our ancestors

in ways we still do ...when we honor their truth

which has allowed us ...to act, say or do

things in ways which they might never approve

yet, even though they came from a world of so few hard rules

tough love was the hard knock of survival school...

you think every one was always nice

don't be a fool

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Sentinel

From conceptual vision to delivery

To manifestation

Every step

a level-up to new abilities

As seventh dimensional chess pieces

Move in our minds. Making momentary appearances

 to come to surface... 

ocassionally

As they appear as if random,

but with purpose

making meaningful action. In such manner

Divine will would choose…

thinking so far ahead to see

behind time, between spaces

Erase what is written… leave in its place

New vision. More than A plan…

a commandment

As designed, for the evolution of greater-man

Stronger, wiser… not necessarily kinder,

Not easily fooled by cheap parlor tricks,

or moving into sharing mind-space with mindlessness

A projection of a jewel of mankind...

Spirit Soul

What is spirit? It is the spark of life

A channel of energy

That which allows us to achieve collectively

what's not possible individually

Spirit… is light as wind

makes swift moves like a young child

finds joy in discovery of little things

give hearts wings to overcome by guile

and/or persistence

outlasting trial after trial

takes flight moves faster than light

plays havoc with everyone and anything

which get in the way

with almost every action

Quietly assessing every reaction

boldly replies, often rashly is prone

to bouts of fantasy

Where Soul… As the watcher

projects control…

uses teleportation

to arrive just where they need to be

right on time

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