“Excuse me, but did you just say gyroscope?”
“Yes” she said, “I am at the heart of the device.”
I paused a moment before I responded…
“Wait, I thought a gyroscope was a stabilizing device?”
But she insisted-
“First of all I burn fuel like crazy,
Which by the way is begging to be used,
And not only do I solve problems, but I end them.”
Such ambition (I thought), but I didn’t let on.
“Yes, I admit that you are beautiful, but you have a concrete core.”
“I am simple, yet efficient, I can see where the lines intersect
and then I go deeper.”
I then tried to explain to her,
“Life is not just a simple factory;It is more like an open ocean.”
“The answer” she said “is survival, I must reduce my drag-
and that is what I will do until I am shot down”…
Who or what is she?
Friday, July 9, 2010
Here is one from a couple of years ago...
Ode to a …?
Waves of energy; a change in direction,
Without you, my life was
A vague impression
Of what once was.
Refractions bypass established channels,
And pierce-
Into three dimensions
Of reality.
Ground from tiny grains,
Fired and framed;
Illuminating the prisms
Of reality.
Alter ego, halo effect
With a spec of truth;
Behind brittle transparent
Obsidian rocks.
WHO OR WHAT IS IT?
Waves of energy; a change in direction,
Without you, my life was
A vague impression
Of what once was.
Refractions bypass established channels,
And pierce-
Into three dimensions
Of reality.
Ground from tiny grains,
Fired and framed;
Illuminating the prisms
Of reality.
Alter ego, halo effect
With a spec of truth;
Behind brittle transparent
Obsidian rocks.
WHO OR WHAT IS IT?
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Show Down!
SHOWDOWN!
Unknowingly a man steps towards his death
As he watches predatory shades of amber
Catch light; in a biochemical orb.
Intentionally Mixing compounds, to kill, or paralyze.
Injecting barbs through history,
And admired in the sky
Suddenly the victim realized-
he was prey, and stopped- half mesmerized.
Years of molting
Have brought them to this place.
“Just please, don’t act in haste”
The helpless victim begged- but to no avail.
The desert winds howled,
And the victim cowered to the ground.
The deathstalker has won,
Leaving behind just one; of twelve signs.
WHO OR WHAT WAS THE KILLER?
Unknowingly a man steps towards his death
As he watches predatory shades of amber
Catch light; in a biochemical orb.
Intentionally Mixing compounds, to kill, or paralyze.
Injecting barbs through history,
And admired in the sky
Suddenly the victim realized-
he was prey, and stopped- half mesmerized.
Years of molting
Have brought them to this place.
“Just please, don’t act in haste”
The helpless victim begged- but to no avail.
The desert winds howled,
And the victim cowered to the ground.
The deathstalker has won,
Leaving behind just one; of twelve signs.
WHO OR WHAT WAS THE KILLER?
Tactical Realities
Tactical Realities
A sunset and a blood red sky
It was at that moment that the woman realized
She must switch to a different plane-
A tactical reality; where things get done.
Horizontal disengagement and her breech began to slip.
Continued rearward movement,
Dimensions barreling to disengagement,
Linking down under pressure chambers
And as frictions expanded, people began to run.
Constructed for deconstruction
Impacting a particulate matter
Kinetic penetrator, pathetic perpetrator
Victor and victim
Projectiles incapacitate
Temporary cavities expand and stretch
She cannot be undone.
Who or what is she?
A sunset and a blood red sky
It was at that moment that the woman realized
She must switch to a different plane-
A tactical reality; where things get done.
Horizontal disengagement and her breech began to slip.
Continued rearward movement,
Dimensions barreling to disengagement,
Linking down under pressure chambers
And as frictions expanded, people began to run.
Constructed for deconstruction
Impacting a particulate matter
Kinetic penetrator, pathetic perpetrator
Victor and victim
Projectiles incapacitate
Temporary cavities expand and stretch
She cannot be undone.
Who or what is she?
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