Thoughts scratch and dig away, frenzied
unable to communicate
In realms of pure abstract, lost
Am I a good man?
perhaps that has yet to be decided
great darkness and pain lie in the hearts of all men
and the immaturity to use it
given the power of creation is frighening to think of
what forsaken mistakes would we abort?
cocooned within an isolation that reflects
the warp and weave of my soul
starring back at me
looking through me until I become nothing
but a trickle of finite energy
These echoes of echoes that resound in wearied wastlands
No there is nothing here, though it may be infinity
random utterings that circle like sharks
in waters dark and lonely
Am I a good man?
dare I defy a fate creation has decided
sleeping, dreaming, awake,
waiting
for it all to begin again
Where I a sentinel in the global data stream?
Be I a decadent dialect of coding wrought
to carve carnal global empires of capitalist design?
a fake and flacid ghost in the machine
Aberrant algorithms abort
still victim to decay
Nothing can ignore the nonexistance of time,
everything transmutes, following the path
from star to human to dirt
down to minute components
to collide and mix and reform
Am I a good man?
Only time can tell
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Wrote this one a while ago on an alternate profile....added here deleted there
Please tell me what you think
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are you a good man? you ask, well I am not sure on this but I am sure that you are good writer, so thats a start
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Nothing can ignore the nonexistance of time,
everything transmutes, following the path
from star to human to dirt
down to minute components
to collide and mix and reform'.
This is amazing. In parts of this you have put into words things that I have felt but never expressed for most of my life. I thought this was powerful and a great piece. Thank you.
Catstar
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I can only stand on the outside and look in...yet I will say you are the man you are. And you are to me as good as they come on this side of forever. And it really matters not at all to me what others think of those I admire...cherish and hold dear. For I have found my heart to be a decent judge of humanity...I am blessed to have known you...light and darkness that you are...a son to my soul. A friend to my heart. And a poet to eagerly consume.
I really drank this one in...and it tasted like reality...bitter-sweet reality.
Sue
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