Thursday, September 19, 2019

Micro Chip (Monumental)

art by Prince Satyrn



















 

Under the ridges of unfurled magnetic
schematics working their magic
in collective tides.

Rendered beyond the fringes
of the world stalking the tragic
on their retrospective rides.

Hallowed be thy presence
in the crowning wake of an eternal
sunrise on the other hand.

Of darkness let the rays cast down
be reminders illumination
may come from the obscured.

They say you have never seen darkness
like the one in the cave
who betrayed the light.

A blue jewel droplet forms for the one
who enters and then escapes
back from the void.

It is the smallest bead capturing
the inverted sky and mirroring
it in our own darkened eyes.

The multifaceted compound
eye of the panopticon
staring into itself
at every camera point.

Drowned into a yawning crevasse
unzipped along the stepping spine
of its own devising.

A factory's evolution
of reassembled parts
can never reach a fair
and balanced conclusion.




Sunday, September 15, 2019

Sculptors For The Museum

I've always been thought of
as a really crazy boy
but now I've lost my noggin'
my favorite toy

They ain't seen crazy no how
til you know I've gone insane
There ain't no tellin'
What I'd do without my brain 

So help me find my mind
I left it around here somewhere
If you would be so kind
So I can reboot my software

A sympathetic hallelujah
a nod, a glance, a look
just an indication
we're in each other's book

Itself a collaboration
Woven of the moment
Strands of eternity
Building the past left
Behind as a monument





Thursday, August 22, 2019

It Strikes Back

what is it about this life 
that doesn't dare allow itself 
to be cornered or jumped at 
in the middle of the night 
when all you're trying to do
is get a moment alone under 
the stars' light still being shed 
gently upon us every day and 
night of our lives so we can 
maybe be reminded of their 
whispering insistence that they 
were here just like us today 
to make the best of it before 
we're long gone and buried 
as a precognition of our own 
song left echoing before the 
wake of simmering lightning  
fades away altogether from 
the electromagnetic facade