Lost in the mists

Trumpets

Remember when Miles d. 

cracked the code...

Like Gabriel, blowing his horn

or was that J Coletrane on the saxophone

dropping the motherload ...on us

we knew then... there was genius among us

making it fun, just to be us ...again

to dispel the foul winds of the oppressive heat

placed upon us by some of those 

who couldn't drop a beat if it fell on them

anyway, they held their nose high around us,

doing their thing, cuz they supposed

they were better than us in some way

but when miles played we knew we had wings

whenever John Coltrane played my favorite things

we knew then was not that day

And the heavenly band of angels plays on and on

so when you hear u...

Sun Energy

To those who choose to believe
we were made in the shade

is your face enough evidence
your eyes were made with eyelids

even kids know what eyelids are for
to protect your eyes

don't act so surprised
bats don't need eyelids

sit a spell have a listen
taste a bit of melanin vision

a gift from the creator
the master physician

who got the position
by ultimate wisdom

before forefathers 
you never knew

dreamed there would 
ever be a you

at the time 
of your birth

before your baby feet 
ever touched mother earth

to see what your mother saw
looking into your baby eyes

the chocolate brown 
kings and queens

you just might come to be
love beings made of love

made to love, made for love
provided with 

the...

Trees

We are born into families
like trees

require sun, water and earth
are necessities it cannot do without

there is a natural sense of order 
which dictates what its about

its lifeline... From seed, to fruit
follows an unwritten code

by many lifetimes proven
of conditions and events survived

the sum of its parts
subassemblies in its life design

which grow throughout its lifetime
it provides the roots leaves and branches

if it is to bear fruit it must be successful
 in ways which make it productive

what is vital to the engines  
is efficiency, value is assigned 

to what effort is required 
in its usefulness 

to satisfy the needs 
under changing conditions

What does a tree not have?
visions...

is it not an ability
easily recognized

Lost in the mists

i am lost in the mists

calling to my children

hoping i've given them something 

worthwhile of myself

feels like every day i live

i'm dying ...a little more

seeing through the fog

all the crazy things which are happening,

even though, looking at what i can glean of history

even these are nothing new

feeling like a cog in the machinery of fate

praying i can find my place of things to do

not just throw it all away

trying to pass the time ,,,until i pass away

each day to push the reset button of my life

and let the music play...

trying to do just a measure more

as if there's little time to waste

trying to say something worthwhile,

i/robot

We conceal it As if, we’ve found the key

Gained mastery over God

And nature…

In the food/ we eat…

What r u drinking?

Rearranging critical nodes  In chromosomal sequences  

Making discrete alterations In our genetic codes

Its utterly astonishing

how flagrant “we” Betray our principles

Connive, Warping the span

of Our limited knowledge 

Of natural laws  And an inferior grasp  

Seek to command it…

Demand for it to do  

What we desire of it, to do

To claim to have standing  as if we’d planned it…

living in the lie

All kidding aside…

We might just Stop world hunger

If our will to provide  Would win...

Reference point

 A heading kept, compass bearing changed slightly

 Plotting courses to challenge foreign forces.

To discover doors to new dimensions in this world.

Wealth and circumstance permitting.

In perfect synchronization with the current series

Of tidal waves of madness and mayhem.

Perhaps timeless as the steps required

To lead us out of this maze which seemingly

Has portals at discrete points

 which seem

To pulse and glow,

signals which come and go

Secret keys

sometimes in different languages,

As reference points becon us join

As they come and go In and out of phase

With each new event horizon

As the critical mass of empathy

Meets us in each new wave of conquest

Which flood ...

The Antidote

As our angry thoughts explode
creating minefields around us

Dangerous minds, uncoil 
like serpents ready to strike

Alarm bells sound. 

Danger!

closed communication once shields are up
mood set to anger...Adrenaline rush

what once was purely love 
gets corrupted... now, rejected

evil words charged with negative energies 
loaded into guns aim for the heart

when a headshot just isn't good enough
bad intentions, deadly vibes sent to kill 

to those once bitten, poisoned emotions flow
a deadly game loaded for enemies within range

Isn't it strange when ones we once loved
fall from our graces... and can feel it

The chasm deepens as time closes around us
eternally displaced our precious memories of better days

Our better angels go down with a sinking ship
hope we can find a path ...

Instinctive

Awareness
our minds proven in time 
like particles 

assembling systemic structures
winds, tides

blessed by persistence
patience blended with a sense of daring

An awakening within our skins.
where are we taking this vision?

who's sharing... no more stolen thoughts

building something new
stronger, more practical 
beautiful

simultaneously... 
inherently doable

looking back, forward...
harnessing unlimited potential

seeing old things in new ways
just trying to gather thoughts

figure out how to deliver this
Here... or go separate ways

whether this is worth the effort
to stay...
to continue to build this we...

Or to construct a futuristic version of us
individually and To picture us... successful

Upon our own throne, once again
and l...

Best guess

instinctively inquisitive because our minds 
bend intelligent thoughts to outcomes

bought by long suffering tides of changes
a book review of myriad lifelines 

in the core database
in the library of experiences of mankind

our withdrawal from the stimuli
registered as pleasure and pain
echoes though our neural network

as trace particles sense, fold and process
the ever changing view of new waves of data 
to review...

When a pathway appears feasible 
is fused with best interest potential 
further down line 

clears the critical buffers of what matters
 in frame of endless choices 

through our energetic bank of practical ideas
gathered from a cascade of lifetimes

Washed by the joy, sorrow, love, tears
of memories saved in common memory 

among friends, even so-called enemies

all ...

Sparks

Stardust that we are 
Kissed by suns as we spin away 

Once launched from the motherships 
within capsules, fragile shells

And as every light in the universe has eyes

we are observed for all we are

enveloped in a bubble we call time. 

On a mission beyond our minds spark 
passing through the matrix 

what we perceive as space 

Woven in strands joined end to end 
from evolving threads of existence
 

as we become ever more defined, 
depositing our spent cores
jetsoned back without a ripple 

a stones drop of existence with no reply
to the ocean of intelligent design. 

As if an experiment hurriedly showcased exits the stage

Suddenly... To disappear not a trace 

We ever were… To disintegrate back to dust
or more akin to rust, after what we cal...