In the Rain Singing Purple Poems for the New Year

Another one

bites the motes, spits a clod, 

and is claimed by fame, all in a name.

Again, not I 

anonymous

let the book worms crawl in

and out as though it were all natural

and biodegradable over a lifetime

to deteriorate

this way

all of us bound in romantic tragedy,

we try to forget this poignancy

with age.

What comes

are words not unwise, nor mine.

Summarily, I listen.

My work is done

a hush has fallen.

Including this

one there were four hundred and sixty-nine

times I’ve stabbed at Truth-

only to burst bubbles, finding nothing

inside. I wrestle, is this not episodic

or just melodramatic...

I can guess. 

My pen is dull, I have no credit to my name.

What feels right in living like me

is all wrong for others

(monetarily). I owe them one

for their certainty. 

I feel no Nationalism

or sentiment

may be strong enough

to overcome

its little people. 

And here we are, another orbit around,

One (more) Earth year

To reset

our broken watches and records. 

Play it again Sam. 

Let us dance.

It may be our last chance 

to take it in

Memoriam.

Let us hum(an)

auld lang syne. 

Progress Report on Humanity 2016

Progress Report on Humanity 2016

While working on wisdom and other such noble pursuits such as:

charting the last unknown seas of our brain,

decrypting the genetic combination codes,

lighting up dark matter, 

untwisting gravity loops, 

splitting hairs, creating charts, giving away lectures, taking no

foreign concepts as native, naturally

making machines for man to perform his manual machinations-and then some-play

(for fun), making Progress-just almost

and our work is never done...

(As though this provided some security,

it should not.)

Humble has no home here anymore.
Humane roots et al, such as humility, we have learned resulted in
futility.
We are too close for guns. 

*CONFIDENTIAL & UNENCRYPTED*

While busy upstairs in the attic, poison entered the kitchen.

In our genius haste we added this, liberally 

mistaken for a miraculous superfood.

Recalled flavor of the weak. 

Minor matters of consideration include; Moderation of matter

in patterns of fractal parsimony. & Distractions: a surplus of these.

Save some love for later. 
(Should this be encoded)

Meanwhile, we all thought our bodies as interruptions, 
 breaks in concentration and bones, 

and this partly makes us human.

Essentially. To know

and not say a word. 

Why some seem surprised when silence is broken, 

lack of line rehearsal.

An(other) Act

Comedy and Tragedy: Cattle Call!

All of us 

equally adept 

at playing either role. 

Look up, there is none. Technically, 

as the horizon, clear is only relative. 

Look out- better advice. Lucidity. 

The Big picture, we will never know

in a tiny lifetime gathering only so many pieces

allowed 

to fit in our psalms.

Look in. 

How do you feel?

And this doesn't settle well...

Fathoms deep we have wondered

-was it something I ate?

Toxic. But too late. 

Hate made us human. 

All the forces like electromagnetism, hydrothermal convection, 

and preoccupations like autotrophs adapting to gravity and love 

all liked best to Fall at our feet.

Footprints and fractals, all rewritable. 

Conclusion in Abstract Terms:

We are working on it. It may take a couple more weeks, considering the weather and the way the vowels 
(or opportunities) 
line up. 

Painting By Lavery, John (Sir) (RA) (RSA) c. 1918 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.