Charles2
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You excel as an analyst, poet,
flight engineer on a mission.
Perhaps your natural position
as the pilot of your dreams
can plot your intended route
as conditions change
update your actual path
with your soul state of being
elevated by choices made by you
played by the character
you most closely identify with
in your memes
C2
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Charles2
Perplexedperplexed, annoyed climbing through the abyss
staring into the void wondering
has this always been mankind's persistent role
spinning reels of lifelines of hardship and toil
as the revolving door of life spins off its axis once-again
its only win survival for the next round of chance
each move a test of skill and courage and so, by will ...we dance
armies sharpen swords, practice marching in formation
trumpets blasting in defiance providing a distraction
ready for the final battle merely a reaction
an itch to scratch more graves to fill
in a war with so...  |
Shot Downi am confident, competent, well trained, experienced
patriotic, in a sense i know what i stand for
what i believe to be good is well understood
the technology invested in this machine i fly
best that money can buy backed by expert technicians
reinforced by repetition money spent training to fly
the cost in armament, logistics learning the specifics
how best not to die in every possible condition
flying against all, odds defying statistics
knowing what it feels to black out...
what it is takes to recover positive/negative high g acceleration
to fight for a nation wh... |
Cosmic DustThe universe sees us as energy of low intensity
a faint spark against the darkness
surrounding every other point of being
our dreams are just part of the evolving machine
which consumes all futures
of all things transient...
across the space of eternity
as it unwinds time crossing space Drawn just as its erased Not... A place...
A paradox which cannot be explained
every possibility a suggestion
eternity... remains in the collective
where there is no change without rebirth
even that what we call death just part of the equation
of a half-life <... |
SilencedWar is it the truly the root of all evil Human-nature, what is it? define the source
following what course is evident in the shadows of our footprints gathered from what evidence
doing the math... trace back through human history past mythology through mystery
not to determine who was more right or wrong just listening to our song
each one of us adds naturally in the struggle to stand out, captured in our dreams
is it in our nature to seek a supreme to answer questions, before asking Why are we here
a one willing to sacrifice held above all others who've taken one for the team?
is the love of money reall... |
GoldfishA pet, a toy... trapped in an endless echo chamber an amusement of little value employed at little cost.. if any pinch-a-penny... toss it up against the wall your call, heads or tails you see a goldfish, i'm a whale not a play-thing to bring you joy not that's something i cannot do a genie who has no power to interact with you but you can do when you so desire you... who hold the power by limits you control confined by design playing a role to entertain, to train you not irritate and drain you Yet, you never redirect a word, a thought
no feedback, no reason to project Parliament Funkadelic you who, dance underwater without ever getting wet i can't see... |
Gabriel blow that horn(prelude)Gabriel play your horn
break the silence tear down those walls
with violence greater than all the stones
they've gathered to throw at those
who, like you profess to follow
a different view
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A callingin your dimensional forecast i am a stray cloud
rising in and out of the fleeting shadows
unimportant to the wake of greater things
moving what matters a misplaced sign, perhaps
a remnant of clouds dispersed of little worth
i am small... perhaps a bit misaligned
no power except my own a fly against the wall...
what what-if used to represent before fading in the background noise
present, just one of the boys playing with words in ways absurd
not loud, but unusual to a degree uncommon, in manner of speech
Not quite to preach maybe to coach an inner voice
to teach w... |
Troublessurvival... the constant battle a spiritual tone of consciousness an awareness not quite honed to proclaim this tenuous grasp of existence to our natural home to launch our next step with promise crossing desert lands thrones calling for emperors are simultaneously being erased as we struggle , keeping pace newly born into this storm to be led... until from the sacred wombs ready with our pixel of who we are |
MinefieldsJust came out from debrief initiate preflight checks test communications |
Teach me to loveA birthright unwritten code with the original open core technology
genetic code generation cast in the ocean...
living matter, life began in due course in peculiar ways, defied probability
swirling in anticipation, knowing which would creatively start
growing, a beginning of life impossible dreams... come to be
how does this, in retrospect fit when our worlds connect
this love thing, causes such grief better yet, when its good it gets deep
perfectly placed unfurled, expanding in time
an embryo planted perfectly guided by many or two ..or just One
A place fit precisely into the breadth and depth of humanity |
