the starbucks zeitgeist

The Internet is so big, so powerful and pointless that for some people it is a complete substitute for life.
~ Andrew Brown

Tonight the stars are bleeding light
A celestial swag of falling twinkles
The Sun an overpriced security blanket

In the alarming darkness of the karaoke of space
Tonight the Moon is carrying her axioms
Of reflecting truth, reflecting the muse

Of oceans, and the Angels are daring
Mortals to find a better way, to do business
The Earth inviting hungry men to dinner

And the Cosmos at the moment doesn’t care
For the manner in which human beings
Self-destruct, it’s the same on thousands of worlds

Just the facts of consciousness before
Singularity, the animal males that find a way to kill
For voluptuous profit and a false sense of prosperity

The luxuries they die for, the short-term strategies
Of an elite for a decade, until life throws them
Starboard back into the office jukeboxes from

Which they came from, googles and facebooks of greed
Yahoos, microsofts, apples, paypals, amazons,
It’s a hard job innovating for a generation

You don’t truly understand, the zeitgeist
Arrives before you’re ready and departs
Leaving you a bitter and cynical old man.

Rose of the New World

Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.
~ Buddha

Rose of all the worlds, Rose of
The pretty dawns, arise from rain
And dew, insatiable symbols of the new
Spring as old as Nights, God claims
your little cries, singing passwords

Down the years, love sings and never
Ceases, only changes hands, throats, hearts
Rose of all Roses, each brilliant hour
Seize for extinction waits, in starry mirth
To begin again, and again, in forums of light

Forms of water and oxygen, do not fret
Gather all your love into a woven silence
To smile from pale dawns, where you shall
Speak no more, God’s bell has claimed
A thousand trips of sound, for churches

That now stand empty, and centuries forgotten
Rose stand still, in pink and white
That we might spot you from afar, around the bend
Rose of dear battle, Rose of life
Love is the last release from worldly strife.

Untitled but Free

“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.”
― Søren Kierkegaard

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Restless-Drifter-Polaroid-2-474325733

You say the wind is only wind
And blood is only blood
That human life is not to blame

For the balances nature makes
But I have seen the deadliest
And I have carried the doom
In my mouth, though my soul
Praises strangest joys of

Unextinguished gratitude and
Secrets of hope, I’ll stay a while
To see how the future coaxes

This world, you say our flesh
Breathes and is alive, I’ll show you
Artificial neurons, these microchips
That mimic the human brain
It’s all a matter of design, who

Will live and who will die
You say the wind is only wind
You say these eyes are only eyes

But I’ve lived on hundreds of worlds
And I’ve seen visions of the end of times
We’re all synapses for some kind of intelligence
All nodes in a spiritual web of dreams
Whose multitudes make up reality

Tell the moths and the seasons
That they are not programs, that they too
Have free-will, but I’ve never

Seen a river lose its course
Not to join itself again, I’ve never
Seen a Sun die before its time.