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July 28, 2010 - Poem about Technology

Do you use the internet or is it using you?

If history

repeats itself,

you may be a willing underling.

Perhaps, you’re already oiling the gears

again, keeping things simple inside,

helping the mystery machines rise,

fate says serve their greasy whims.

And metal hearts reside

in a forest of sublime possibility

as new beasts hide in industry

and the pistons turn again.

New society?

Sink or swim you might think.

Art and science were never allies

more like brothers breathing rust,

spitting out the things

they used to trust.

Imagine chiaroscuro 
turned to dusk,

and then a painter, 
counting dust.

Gasp for air or gasp in awe,

this choice was never really yours.

As you consume you are consumed

for consummation’s sake.
And on creeps change

like an early furnace glow

growing, taking hold of night,

then on to day. No collision

here and now this is just, too slow,

And if history does repeat itself

this is something we should know.
Do not assume that this,

was always thus.

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July 5, 2010 - Poem about Cosmicity, Lyrics

Too Good to Burn

Below the moon at Uffington
between the thighs of chalkhill down,
we sit beneath the White Horse stars,
watch flames and sing our song.

Stars and embers dance their crown
as woodsmoke turns the hours to dust,
and as we do these things we must
believe the night is ours.

Above the nervous lanterns rise
like strange birds from another time,
we wait below this all tonight,
we contemplate the flow.

And stars and embers dance their crown
as woodsmoke turns the hours to dust,
and as we do these things we must,
we know the night is ours.

Below the moon at Uffington
like strange birds from another time,
we contemplate the White Horse night
and all the ways that she may turn.

Oh stars and embers lay your crown,
as woodsmoke turns, the hours must -
we know a simple truth to trust,
this night indeed is ours to own.

Now sit, and sing with us.

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May 5, 2010 - Poem about Puzzles

It Speaks For Itself

Either
it does,
or it doesn’t
What it says,
goes without question.
What it does -
now takes possession.
What it says, what it wants
what it knows,
this is all
it does.

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