The Hologram Man

He lives in a hologram, appearing strange, quaint, faint
He lives on greed vanishing consuming.
He is perception, shame, reflection, rule and norm

When in light there is a spectrum of colours, glinting, shiny and real
and in Darkness he completes the night.

Who is the Hologram Man?

to the man who Knew

Bye Bye

" Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died."

- Don Mc Lean

the man who Knew

Brownian Motion

Crash into one another's life,

just like Dreidels

one mistake over the other,

one more temptation to give into,

one time over the rest,

what is to remain when all else perishes,

a heart full of bitterness and regret?

or a wish?

what do you do when you reach a place beyond defeat?

cry?

my mind holds the key,

indifference, or ignorance, which comes first, we will never know,

the struggle for power- against the truth of what we need,

it never ends, while we only see what we allow.

give in but only so much,

let go, but never completely

hold on, but never too tightly

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and all those things they say about love

the knot, the thread, the lace

this place, your home in my eyes

your place of rest, my lies

I will bombard you with all the reason I know.

and make your mind a reflection of mine

Lets resolve to find more than we see,

and in all that surrounds us,

find your anthem, give a 22/7 back from all you take,

smile, while they take pictures,

and never forget to thank them,

and leave a piece of you behind as Souvenir

Winter when you Know

" I might change your life,

I might save my world"

the smell of the History room,

of summer, as we walked around the grass,

as we all traded happiness for happiness,

the exchange rate grew,

how we got older,

we never knew!

Pretend that you are free,

only this time, know that you are

that this shoelace will not come undone

that this Peace will find room in your Room

that Music will save you & me.

Dominoes

Gut wrenching, Nauseating Memory,

travels downward from a suppressed gland,

intoxicating your already inebriated mind.

Downward spiral, racing against the neuro - transmission,

synapse after synapse,

like high tide,

taking up all that comes in its way,

you know you can't hide.

Similies

Rain,

just like what comes your way,

when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,

and you rise, to belief, to redressal and a Recipe to life

Speech,

just as we walk,

this must be a method, for all of nature to succumb :

to a poison lesser known,

and the madness that revolts,

exhausting our resource of Rebellion

Minefiled,

as the poet says :

of thought and action,

where each explosion changes Minds,

Ways, the one she knew, the jaded hand

as the Backstage Crew sails the 'sepia tinted'

Garage,

Like where our Car rests,

in silence.

at the right time : when the weather is just right,

We will bring out the tent,

pitch it on the land we never owned,

and stay, for as long as Time allows our minds to wander,

and then return...

Rain,

just like what comes your way,

when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,

and you rise, to belief, to Shamanic faith and a Recipe to life

Sunrise and Half light

So there is sunrise and Half Light,

just like swords hanging above your head waiting, wanting, to come down,

strike a blow,

strike you down,

and while you bleed,

you wonder why you never left.

This monster kite above,

throwing its shadow on all things alike and waiting to be rescued,

from a sky that cries,

If there was wisdom, in what they say,

we would never perish, not then, not today,

and while we all count days, for all that they are worth,

i count lives,

toes,

birds,

and the leaves that fell from my favorite tree this fall.

today we stand tall,

tomorrow, we'll have a ball,

Leave, because they tell me that 'you don't know much'

this bed,

this table, inside,

the walls with peeling paint,

a heart that beats, but barely,

look the moment in the eye,

squarely,

and smile...