Crying as if from a Dream

We felt the weight of oranges in our limbs
In our loins, we knew we wouldn’t
Be young forever, that even love

Was temporary for a purpose
Driving home, it was all so clear
Your white face, my womb of light

Our electric skin against the
20s something fever of our memoriam
Our permission to be free and reckless
Our dream was the Earth crumbling
And our child could be our redemption

Somehow nature impregnated us with
This little idea, called the future
Each generation fell for it like

The luminous blueprint of tomorrow
We worked so hard just so tomorrow would make it
On time, and in the right way

According to our cultural expectation of it
And if tears could burn in the
Back of our throat, they would now
In the memory of love written on skin
And the promises of forever that seemed
So real and tangible back then….

Elegie to the Spirit’s Freedom

We are bound to nature
Not bound to any one man or woman
Truly, we are free in the

Will and whim and wit of change
Likeness glues love but how
We art all similar, all shaped
By the wild roguery of the age
We are bound to nature

And to her we rebel
Not bound by the custom of our day
But free to resist and gloat and panic

Against the conformity of the times
We are not even bound to love
Some live in a pure state of individualism
Managing their wealth and health
Just so, and finding new paths to happiness

If I have caught a bird, let him fly
For in flight have I witnessed
The Soul of the Earth

In heights, in speed, in liberty
Women are like the Arts
Forc’d unto none, open to all who search
The liberal arts thus never go out of style
Nor the women who read

Those sort of books, the seas
Receive their contemplation of nature.

Photo Courtesy:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Place-for-dreaming-489692545

21st Century Lamps of Fire

We watched the centuries celebrate
The death of the last century
We followed the living flame of love

As the youth again learned
What we sought, as they followed
What we once dreampt

As the generations succumbed
To the delightful wound of progress
Time would not wait

It would only light a fire
That our spirits might strive
For the sweet encounter

With the mystical idea of the future
Not only with debts and grim promises
Of a fabled virtual world-economy

The splendour drove us forward
Hurtling ourselves into the
Speed of change, relearning

How to learn, re-questioning
Things we hadn’t questioned
Since we were young

Degrees became obsolete
Just the profiteering of institutions
Free online universities opened up

We didn’t always know how
To plan for the next century
We seemed primed to live

Day by day, quite exquisitely
In the present, nearly unable
To plan the secrets of our next week.

Photo Courtesy:

1. http://www.deviantart.com/art/lamps-192029422
2. http://www.deviantart.com/art/lamps-80708812

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.