that earth chose

I have a lot of opinions at the moment, but I’ll keep my mouth shut, and stare out the window to watch how quickly tomorrow comes as my cells unravel slowly from their spinning fields the body and soul let go in a dance, a swirling, twirling timbre of evanescence temporal fields of requested amorphisms …

Friday Poem

When we are full of longing for sparkling diamond lights cascading over the edges of waterfalls caught in the rays of the sun just so, the heat that is powerless over the cool breeze and soft mist, time becomes a looming presence requiring the seeker to hold onto its diminutive stature. Waiting for the snows …

A note on nonduality

You are nothing! There is nothing! It is all made up! I kinda don't care for nondual teachers who take people down this path. It's a bit of an exercise in gaslighting. If it is true that both nothing and everything exist simultaneously, (which must be true if you understand consciousness as primary) even if …

System lords

I’m just about done reading the third book in a series by Orson Scott Card, this one called GateFather. I had just finished reading his book “Ender’s Game” at about the time I lost my house ten years ago, every one of my belongings, my son’s belongings, the things my mother had stored there. Because …

a certain kind of love poem

I’m going to get married to light that has fractured into a million pieces and made me prove my love by finding every one of the pieces the dark places, the hidden realms where whispers are disbelieved and ridicule meant to drive you insane thrives there, the clusters of pure diamond remain the lightening without …

Dialectic

Lying is the source of all evil. People hear this, but they don’t understand. It isn’t the root, it’s the source. Where the nutrients for those roots are derived. Ah, but then people will argue that evil is a made up concept. Good, that’s good. Why not? But when I think about the suffering in …

not good enough

There is nothing and I live in the wake of that pointless meandering no one awake to hear my voice memories of stolen bodies left in mud coffins shouting at the roof tops that it’s all been for nothing nothing instead they feel hope in their chests while they go through the motions no one …

Day 2

The other day it rained from noon to seven and then it turned to freezing rain and after it did that for a while, it snowed. The roads are pretty crap. I hate it. I was driving my kid to school because they don’t offer school buses here. Cause it’s still the middle ages I …

Captain’s Log

The first year or so of real facebook interaction was awesome. It really felt like holy shit! WE’re going to fix this mess! But it didn’t take long to realize that the people who weren’t financially suffering would not be doing anything to end the suffering of those who were in financial dire straits. And …

in the realm of bad code

I’m always going to be alone with my memories. Adrift in a dimension that time forgot. The paradox of equilibrium. No one knows what they left behind in yesterday’s thought. I’m trying to write poetry. I’m trying to say things in a palatable way. But I’m pretty broken at the moment. And by broken I …