The Unconditional Will to Live

The Unconditional Will to Live

Say tomorrow doesn’t arrive.
Say tomorrow doesn’t come
Say we don’t make it, what

Would you do, in your last
Year on the home planet?
In your last revolution

Of the Earth around the Sun?
Live like it, like that
From the pit of your stomach
From the top of your lungs
With the moments staring

At your mortal beating heart
Don’t say, it doesn’t matter
Every moment does, we are
As common and rare as stars
With thoughts knitted together

Acts of helping that knit together
Communities, families, countries
Peoples, groups, lovers of
Knowledge, art, cities, humanity

Say tomorrow doesn’t arrive
Say you never get to have children
Say we don’t make it, what
Would you do for real

What really matters, what
Makes you feel lucky, grateful, heroic?
So do that more, and say

We never got a chance to meet
Say you stayed home that night?
Say you want to feel alive, then do.

Psalm 12 – The Irresponsible

In the Lord I put my trust
In God’s name that Men
Do harm unto other Men?
In love I put my trust

In Love’s name that Men
Would seek to profit by
The use of other men to benefit
Their families, their countries?

In nature I put my trust
In such a drama of evolution
Which would have one monkey
Destroy all the species of this Earth?

Poison the oceans, let their cities
Gasp beneath the violence of
How much they can consume?
O’ Lord, I see your work in them

The horrible tempest of their plans
To unleash a river of disease
Upon the old kind, and bring
Ebola unto their enemies

I see the heart of Man, plain as day
Cold as a whisper from their graves.

To a Heart so desperately in Port

I am oppressed by Cathedral tunes
Of another age, or am I so ancient thus?
Carrying a Heavenly Hurt

From life to life, like a thief –
With little internal indifference
And hugged purple scars

That give me my cup of meaning
For the water of brief identity
It’s an imperial affliction to be

A part of a world you don’t believe in
A species, that made wrong choices
There’s shadows everywhere

Hold your breath, do not partake
In the look of death, though it kills you
Without a sound, this is the life

We have been given –
the appalling calculations, as a
Funeral on the road, with

No pennies for flowers
Without self-forgiveness on wild nights.

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Evolution in the Information Age

Time became the acceleration
An algorithm of fractal patterns
Of the new physics reincarnated

The reader became the book
And the observer, became the experience
It was the global telepathy of a new Era

The tweet became another signature
Of the collective-mind in motion
The house was never quiet, but the world was One

The scholar to whom the world was true
Knew this was only a passing expression
Upon the mind of futurity impregnating herself

Time became the notes on the page
Of conscious being purging itself
Getting closer to the stars

Through broken cartwheels of choices
That would determine how many lived
And how many died, the supreme decisions

Of corporate turquoise monsters
Who would re-write the books of history
A continual conversation of the elite
With their doom-machines, supercomputers.

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