#9: Sum of Us

Break down your digital life
your .mp3, .doc, .pdf
your http://www.com
break it down to zeros and ones
Is what remains the sum of us?
Can the soul be compiled of code?

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#8: Zoomed out

For a split second
I saw the big picture
The world is a living breathing organism
Each article of life functioning as a single cell
Each cell with it’s own function and purpose
But wholly unaware of it’s larger affect
The macro scale version of all life as we know it


#7: On the 7th day

There is this urge inside of me
It never relaxes, never eases up
It only tells me one thing
Create
I wish such a simple command could be satisfied by a simple response


#6: Don’t be surprised

I knew all the reasons why it wouldn’t work
I knew from the very beginning how it would fail
Yet I still convinced myself everything would be all right
And even though I saw it coming
It still hurts just the same


#5: Paved Paradise

Out behind the pond, there was a path

The path lead into the woods, where adventures were held

The path forked

 

To the right was the hanger, full of equipment and tools

All lost and forgotten decades ago

Painted green, it contained no planes or aircraft

But still our imaginations flew

 

To the left lead deep to our fort,

No more than a glorified ladder nailed to a tree, it was our castle.

We built it with our own hands, scavenging pieces for it from around the neighborhood

From it we could see the pond, where we planned to build a floating fort out of milk jugs

 

Beyond the fort and the hanger was a field

With grass so high, it tickled our noses as we ran

This was our battlefield

We commanded divisions, planned strategies, perfected tactics.

We dressed in my fathers old uniforms and hats and pretended we were heroes

 

We were heroes

Heroes of our imagination

This place was ours

This place was our home

And we protected it for as long as we could

 

Some years later it was taken from us

A victim of a form of terrorism called commercialism

The fort and the field and the hanger, gave way to asphalt and concrete and steel

Where once was the wonderland of childhood, now stood an abandoned furniture store

A fence is all that separates the houses from the desolate ground zero pavement

Paradise lost

We shall never forget


#4: Schrödinger

By studying the problem, we alter its outcome

Any analysis could change everything

Oh how nice it would be to be ignorant

To have the eyes of a child again

To simply not care about the outcome

To just enjoy the ride

But I study, I question, I analyze, I interfere

The cat is dead/alive

 

 


#3: Against all odds

It’s complicated,
It might not work out,
The timing is off.
But when you’re in my arms,
All the fear goes away.