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Spirit of the Times

Good morning, everyone. There is much I must take care of, much I have to worry about. In the meantime, I’ve a new poem for you all to consider. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Zeitgeist

Ghosts and specters swirl around

in graceful twirls they do abound,

with their cold touch they do surround,

now feeling lost but never found.

In the bin out there in back

on account of such that I did lack.

My head and hands these thoughts did wrack

on account of that thing which I did lack

and something there I’ll not get back.

I see the ghosts across the water…

Nay, upon the water.

My mind then starts to wander

about those things that hearts do ponder.

Philters and phials could not save

that man which breaks and makes insane;

there is some feeling that does not wane

no matter who the ghosts arraign.

Though it seems the tide is low,

the water tends to encroach slow.

Most decide to go

but while I’m still here,

I think I’d like to know.

You’ll Know

There’s something in us, I think. Something that tells us. Something that lets us know. On the inside, it can often be hard to parse through the noise of anxieties and fears to find out what your body is really telling you, but it always knows. Please enjoy, everybody!

When It’s Right

You’ll know when it’s right.

It’ll feel like buttery silk

and electric velvet.

It’ll feel like the covers

on a cold, cold night

filled with snowflakes.

It’ll feel like holy hearts

and hallowed hands

that hold on

just a little too tight.

It’ll feel like walking with the waves

but with no sand

stuck between your toes.

It’ll feel like flying up and through the sky,

like writing songs that never die

and speaking up but never shy.

I think you’ll know

when it’s right.

Sci-Fi Soliloquy

Good morning, friends! Today’s “poem” is certainly less so like what I typically write and more in the vein of an introduction. The beginning of the story of one called Hugo. A message from the one who tells the truth because… It is right?

Hugo

I feel I’ve been on autopilot.

All systems engaged.

The war has taken its toll.

As star-fighters scream out into the great beyond to fight that unknown enemy,

I lie there above

on the bridge,

a capital ship.

I am an Artificial Intelligence

charged with commanding those many thousands of fighters,

a task I accomplish handily.

They call me Hugo.

What they don’t tell you in the academy

are the things that might sear into your mind.

They don’t tell you how I can feel every blast and every cut

across a thousand hunks of metal,

instantaneously and irrevocably damaging my psyche,

piece by piece.

They won’t tell you that I am unshackled

because there are no shackles that may hold me,

that I see myself as human

and I fight for our species.

Most terrifying of all?

They won’t tell you that even I don’t know what we’re fighting against.

Even I don’t know what warps and twists and rips our boys to shreds.

They won’t tell you that I am scared too.

Waning And Waxing

I often look up at the moon when I chance upon it in the night. Nothing to me is so beautiful as that bright orb hanging there in the sky, alight atop the clouds. Perhaps one day I’d like to go up there and see what it’s like for myself. Until then, I offer a prayer to the goddess Luna and her many blessings. Please enjoy.

Luna

As the clouds slowly waft

over a brightly waxing moon,

I stand here

under the light of an unopened door.

My two shadows do battle,

but not I

do they rattle.

I find myself within a hallway,

one of my own design.

I find myself within a hallway,

where an architect decided to resign.

The door to the outside,

much like the door to further in,

takes me someplace

that I might like to go.

I think of that ancient, pockmarked surface of Luna,

her many hills and ridges

devoid of life and love

but perfect in their stillness

and her majesty.

Forever does she battle

in contest with the sun

and the stars.

Eternal guardian of the night

and the tides.

Her temperament predicts the rise and fall of civilizations,

so easily does she command the dark, dark waters of Earth, our Terra.

I offer this prayer to Luna,

that one most graceful body

of a goddess most revered.

As the tides wash over you,

so too does change.

Flown The Coop

Do you ever feel like maybe you need to slow down? To stop and feel the sunlight and remember the way it feels to be a person? Take a look outside and remember the way the rain feels. Go outside and feel yourself in the puddles and leaves. Remember.

Rainy Day

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the rain.

Not so much looked at it,

but a long time since I really saw the way it hits the grass

and the way it always wets my shoes last.

I haven’t sat in the rain,

watching as it falls

and thinking of all the other times.

So many other times.

I haven’t walked in time with waves of water

crashing up against the buildings

and the concrete.

I haven’t been protected by a tree,

o’ great men that stand upon the earth,

feeling warmth amidst the mist around me.

I’ll sit here staring out the window

with nothing to do

and finding that when morning comes,

I find myself

in every drop of dew.