Lady Sabre Has Rattled
Geishas flashed
In her eyes at night;
I left her last year's moan
In a fold of my mind;
In my being's envelope,
Scarred
With blood red heart stamps
Under the pubescent moon.
Horus's popped collar
Announced its nocturnal threat
And three deathsman
Encircled my concubine's lair.
A nod
To the promised duel,
Where the faun whistles
Through the copper
And the crows
Line-dance
On the frigid wires above
An armada
Secures my guarded intention
To cavort with my lady
In defiance
Of the promissory notes
Shaped like quivers
And caked in bandoline.
The move is made
The seals have cooled
And the day has come and gone.
Little Suburban Problems
Wasn't double digit minutes
After coffee,
Perfect morning's drug
A follow-thru
By escape route was tended to.
Their property defined
With trees made tidy;
50's neat partnered up
With height contrast's cultured bushes.
Working under a dirty car
In a three piece polyester suit,
Marv made fake fixes
To trick the missus.
The screen door creak
Precedes Jane's morning debut
To the outdoor world
Of birds and buses.
With hair a mess,
Eyes red like fire-light
She pauses a solitary moment
For her nervous system to unknot.
Accents made the delivery
Of bad news digestible,
more easily chewed,
Taking some of the weight off.
Jane's was thick with Italian Jew.
The car Marv pretended
To get some work done on
Could have been mistakenly identified
As one owned by TJ Hooker,
The lackluster television-famous looker.
In Italian Jew accent,
Her news she delivered,
The freshly installed classic Spanish tile
Mainly chosen by her,
Item's picker
With copper colored fine line detail,
As well.
Had decided a mutiny,
They were all peeling up.
Small problems of life
Would continuously rain
Right up to the future event's hospital stay
When both like two,
As it were,
Intensive care gowned soldiers
Against the odds
Would have the couple bare
The burden of matching coronaries.
Lake of Fire
Hell
An infinite 2D plane
As I shall now explain
Represented geometrically
Appears a 3D sphere
Having but a seamless top
No bottom can be found
No different than our planet earth
Fulfilling every fear
Our Sun
Hellfire
A Burning Lake
Unlike our planet earth
Has no shore for saving's sake
Our hopes have no more worth
Swimming east
Shore never reached
Swimming west
Shores never met
Though one swims without a rest
Swimming north
A hopeless course
Swimming south
Sand meets neither
Foot
Nor hand
Nor mouth
The space and place determined
Rejecting your True Friend
Burns without beginning
Burns without an end
A whole man lacks holes
Holes that act
As make-shift homes
For despondency
And aches
The truancy of Isolation
If Want is your shadow
Blotting out Freedom's Light
And prayers bleat out
Like pleas of the desperate
The vessel meant to carry you
Fretless
And weariless
Has met with misfortune
Having its moorings
Torn free from its prior place
Like ropes holding a ship to the Marina
Every maiden voyage
Begins tethered to the shoreless Shore
The pilgrim
Leaps into adventure
Never leaving the comfort
Of Immortality's embrace
A mortal is built with limit
Limit is built with beginning and end
An abyss precedes a beginning,
An abyss follows an end
How can fear's frightful bark
Not startle those made insignificant
By Limit's mortal island?
Linear Time
Linear time
Begins when the conditions are right;
The conditions can be right
At any time:
Outside of linear time,
Inside of Absolute Time,
At any time.
Linear time experience
Is conditioned on perception
Of an object's location change.
Linear time
Is experiencing a stack of non-motion events;
We could measure the length of this vector
By the number of events
A segment of measured linear time
Allows a person to experience.
Linear time
Is intervaled time;
From one non-motion event moment
To another non-motion event moment,
And all the ones in between.
Linear time
Is spacetime time;
It has no absolute existence,
But conditioned existence
Appropriate for this reality.
Linear time
Isn't a time that moves
But a perception of the objects
In events,
Changing their location.
