The Invention

I am watching everyone make their mark.
Using ideas and technology to make their start.

Google.
YouTube.
Facebook.
Twitter.

What is my worth with no web application to birth?

Cook it down, on a slow simmer.
Until the idea glimmers.
Until there is no sound.
Until my mind becomes unbound.

I can no longer compete.
So I won’t.
The giants have won.
I live daily that defeat.

What is my target?
Who is the monster I want to harvest?
Slingshot in hand, I will take my aim.
I will mock the monster and call it names.

My invention will not do all things.
No bells and whistles to ring.
One thing it will do the best.
Once I find that function I can rest.

The world will rejoice and use this invention.
And remember the tool that did one thing.
Like fire it will forever change the game.
Like water it will thrive and life will never be the same.

Watch it Burn

There comes a time when history goes in reverse.
As much as you try, it hurts.
The world you know is not what you wanted.
The people you hear talk, too blunted.

Hurting your brain and ears.
Speaking another language you fear
Hate in their hearts.
Nothing you can do to restart

What has begun.
The world is becoming undone.
There will be riots in the streets.
There will be a revolution to defeat.

The division that has always been within.
True progress now portrayed as sin.
Welcome to the end.
Watch it unravel before your eyes.

False Messiah’s speaking on the steps where prophets stood.
Preaching unity.
After sewing hate with impunity.
Millions cheering them speak.

They prey on the dumb and weak.
They are the majority now it would seem.
They all have guns.
They all know it has begun.

The toppling of this country will come
By the use of the freedoms we have spun.
Freedom of speech turned into the freedom of hate.
Freedom of religion turned into the freedom to sedate.

Is it too late?
No sense in trying to relate.
Revel in the end of an empire.
Drink a beer, watch the game, start a fire and watch it burn.

While Eating Our Breakfast

Philosophy teaches us.
Unsettles us.

With what we already know.
It works by remixing what you know
And makes it strange.

Philosophy estranges us from the familiar.
Providing and provoking a new way of thinking.
Once the familiar becomes strange
You are never again the same.

Self-knowledge can never become unknown.
Political philosophy is a story.
The story is about you.

Political philosophy may make you worse.
Because philosophy is a distancing even debilitating activity.

Callicles argued with Socrates to quit philosophizing and enjoy life.
They did not resolve the cases begun.
Who are we to think that we here can resolve them?

It’s true. These questions have been debated for a very long time.
We live some answer to these questions every day.
Kant says skepticism is no solution.
Skepticism is a resting place for human reasoning.

The aim is to awaken the restlessness of reason and to see where it might lead.

We are ruled by pain and by pleasure.
Should we base morality on maximizing happiness?
The greatest good for the greatest number.
Jeremy Bentham’s utilitarian illusion.
Add it all up.

Four in the crew. Dudley was the Dude. Stephens was the First Mate.
All men of excellent shape.
The Cabin Boy, Parker, was an orphan and teenager.
The wave hit the ship and the Mignonette went down.
The only food, two cans of turnips, a turtle and a frown.
All soon eaten.
For eight days they ate nothing.
Lost at sea.
Burnt and free.

No food. No water. What was to be?
Parker became ill from drinking sea water and was murdered.
A dagger through his throat.
New food now, they did float.

For three days they fed on the blood and body of the Cabin Boy.
On the 24th day while eating their breakfast, a ship appeared, ahoy.
If the cabin boy had agreed would it have been okay to save the rest?
What is the moral work that consent does best?

What was the value of Parker’s life?
Even though he had no wife.
No children waiting for him back on land.
No family to tear up without his hand?

Across the Pond

I began working on a team to develop a cross continental poetry club that will collaborate with two universities. The project has a lot of potential. This is the first flier of which I designed and wrote the poetry. Dr. Edmund Skellings, poet laureate of Florida, is the rock that binds this project together.  I wish them much luck.

Meditation on Magnetism

Transients we all are.
Passing under the radar.
Not a blip on the screen.

Only objects seen
in our memories.
Magnetism unites

And separates.
Lose your charge.
Drop like a card.

Through the ground.
The earth, moon and stars
All separated by this charge.

So infinite and small.
Repulsing and uniting all.

Godlike its invisible surge.
One solar flare; humanity purged.
Separated from the urge

And desire to be more.
For your power will decide
If humanity will collide.

Or realize our potential.
To leave this rock in tow
To travel with your flow.

Let it be known
Whatever you decide to do
I will always respect you.

To the Bone

To the Bone
I hone my knife
To strike a deal with life.

That I will not relent.
That I will walk this world naked and repent.

Give up my everything to fix it.
Give up my life to lift it.

So that you will have a better world.
So that others might see your long curls.

My love.
My girls.

My heart is on my sleeve.
With all my strength I cleave
This knife into the bone.

So that these words might not know tissue or blood.
So that these words might flow eternal and flood.
So that you might always know what you mean to me.

Inspired by Ray LaMaontagne. Thank you Ray.

I Still Care For You
Lyrics:
Hear me out
Day follows day
Light turns to
clay in my hands

How to explain,
So pristine the pain
Kindness made
the cut so
clean

I still care for you

Hear me out
Wanted me to be
Less your lover
than a mirror

Can’t you see
What you mean to me?
(even promises may bleed)

I still care for you

The hours grow
Heavy,
And hollow,
And cruel as a grave

Open Me
You’ll find
Only bones
burned to glass.

I still care for you

To renew our lease

The Sky is falling

Literally falling.

And what should we do?

Rejoice?

Is there another choice?

Embrace our loved ones while we have the time.

Or maybe things will turn on a dime?

All the news media reported a crime.

To scare people to believe what they want us to.

Force us to believe we can’t do.

That America is a crumbling empire.

No longer able to put out the world’s fires.

No jobs or food to pass around.

The water has subsided and bodies are still being found.

Millions of new homeless.

Our empathy formless.

The sky is falling as I write this poem.

Hiding under my desk, I wonder where we have come from?

From hunter-gatherers, farmers and fishermen.

To clicking plastic buttons.  Pulling strings.  Flying wings.

I still have hope, that the sky is not falling.

Or that we must all accept our calling.

To be the last generation alive.

To live long enough to teach out children to strive.

For good. For peace. To renew our lease.

Honestrix worked for me

Take Honestrix and fulfill your potential.
Face fear and know the substantial
Gains you will have in following your passion.
Saying things that others only think.

Following through when others only blink.
Begin to examine your deepest desires.
Come clean to the world that you are not a liar.
That you lived a life that you wanted to.

You lived your dream when others made money.
You might have interesting life stories that others find funny.
You will be prized as a member of your tribe.
One who sees things honestly as you describe.

The injustice and lies of which the world is covered.
Showing the beauty of which the world can be smothered.
To block out all the darkness within our hearts.
That with Honestrix humanity can have a new start.

 

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Ode to Googlebot

Checking the site meter.
That’s me, watching me.
Looking for you, to read.
That hour long visit was from my best friend.
His name is Googlebot and he’s made of tin.

The life of an artist is desolate and lonely.
Putting out feelers to the world is my only.
Connection outside of these walls.
Outside of my family.
Outside of my job.

So I check the site meter once again.
Looking for you.
Counting the moments you read.
Looking at the url you out-clicked to be lead.

Hoping the site did convince
You to be a better person.
To think more often.
To become unglued.
If so, please leave a comment or two.

This is me.
Looking at you.
Putting it all out there.
Hoping we both find a different view.
Hoping to make connections.
Hoping to build community.
Will I stop these daily confessions if I find you?

Back to Basics

I want to get back to basics.
When people were people not avatars.
When letters were often written on paper.
When families read books and played guitar.

I want to get back to basics.
When kids played outside till dark.
When monsters were usually only imaginary.
When parents could relax at the park.

I want to get back to basics.
When people had friends over for dinner.
When people were more than their careers.
When social media was not even a glimmer.

I want to get back to basics.
When living off the land was common and swell.
When friends and family were physical not digital.
When the water you drank was from a well.

I want to get back to basics.
When Walden was not bits and bites.
When books were held not downloaded.
When kids went out doors and flew kites.

I want to get back to basics.
I embraced the digital for a decade that was rotten.
I spilled my soul into an empty digital bowl
While the freedoms technology promised were never gotten.

I want to get back to basics.
When a person could earn a decent living.
When the golden years were actually golden.
When a person could save while also giving.

I want to get back to basics.
When the media did not distort the truth.
When education was not considered elitism.
When facts were facts and we knew how to choose.

I want to get back to basics.
When a person could get sick and not go broke.
When paying off a mortgage did not take two lifetimes.
When buying someone’s vote would have been a joke.

I want to get back to basics and I want you and me to face this.
That getting back to basics is not about a political party or a religion.
It’s about making a choice and sticking to a decision.
It’s about you and me and the future of our children.
It’s about building a community and not creating division.

I am trying to get back to basics.

But lo! men have become the tools of their tools.
Walden, p.29, Henry David Thoreau