Symphony of Silence

Note: This writing is part of the From Silence to the Cosmic Abyss cluster in my BetweenSparks project. Read the full cluster on Wattpad.

As flowers blast into bloom,
As snails rush to random dooms:

Hawks fly high with skinny bones. 
A fly on a microphone.

Pin drops next to ants.
And butterflies dance.

Spider spins a nest,
Next to where you rest...

As dusk creeps away to dawn,
As the mist dries on the lawn:

Metal dragons flying high;
Ashes crawling through the sky

Plastics in food forms...
Roaches in the dorms.

Flies hit the windshield.
Roadkill lying still.

Once, quiet fracks into cracks;
Now it leaks into the creeks.

Wrappers free-style in the wind;
On their way to the ocean's spin.

Fish eat bits of styrofoam;
Neuro-connections of 'know'.

The last bee pollinating the flower;
Choosing to over-consume their value.

As flowers blast into bloom,
As snails rush to random dooms;

As dusk creeps away to dawn,

As the mist dries on the lawn;

As we speak we are silent of it all,
As our silence is worse than the fall.

Silence...

This piece was originally written in 2014. It is part of my archive project, now being revisited and edited in 2025 under my Wattpad series Between Sparks. You can read the refined version here: [https://www.wattpad.com/BetweenSparks].

Niblets

This piece was originally written in 2013. It is part of my archive project, now being revisited and edited in 2025 under my Wattpad series Between Sparks. You can read the refined version here: [https://www.wattpad.com/BetweenSparks]. .

*Stupid, stupid poem 

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The gerbil eats the stew,
Why is a gerbil eating stew?
Dancing in the rain,
Who? The gerbil eating stew?
Not a concern in the world,
What does that have to do with stew?
Watching others enjoy the day,
How is he dancing and eating stew?
A fun and gay day,
Where is he eating this stew?
Drops of water, not stopping from enjoyment of the park,
Oh, asked too early. Wait, when does someone in a park eat stew?
Screw you.
No, screw you!

Haiku Break Down

This piece was originally written in 2013. It is part of my archive project, now being revisited and edited in 2025 under my Wattpad series Between Sparks. You can read the refined version here: [https://www.wattpad.com/BetweenSparks]. .

*I imagined putting these in a poetry book, but here will do fine!

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Simply lost in space
Infinite realities
God without power 

. . . . . . . . . . . . 

Spark, spark, spark, fire, lite
Pull, pull, hold, puff, wait, pull, hold
Hold, puff, meditate. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A poetry book
More than not, has a filler
Wasting space and time

Death as a Mental Process

This piece was originally written in 2013. It is part of my archive project, now being revisited and edited in 2025 under my Wattpad series Between Sparks. You can read the refined version here: [https://www.wattpad.com/BetweenSparks]. .

"To die, is not a physical thing. To die is the striking resemblance to feeling like you want to die.

But, it is how we handle dying which guides our behavior of death.
Death is depressing and brings dismay, cliche.
Death is empowering, we learn from dying,
To fear death and dying is to fear living.

Be warned:

Although a survivor of death,
Nothing without it's cost.
Emotions are the victims,
They will be shot.

To die is the resemblance to the emotional belief you are dying."

I Don't Want To Write A Poem Today

This piece was originally written in 2013. It is part of my archive project, now being revisited and edited in 2025 under my Wattpad series Between Sparks. You can read the refined version here: [https://www.wattpad.com/BetweenSparks]. .

*Cliche, but hey!
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A poem a day is totally gay,
Rather play with a pile of clay.
The rhyming will be obvious.
My timing, not the sloppiest.
Need to do my homework,
But Plato proves rough to lurk.
Listening to music and stalling,
These pictures of cats are enthralling.
Need two more lines to be done,
Oh shit! Looks like I had my fun.

Instant Deindividualizing

Note: This writing is part of the Coins That Shatter the Mirror cluster, reposted from my earlier archives as part of the BetweenSparks project. Read the full cluster on Wattpad.

*poem and statement

*Inspired slightly by Ishmael by Daniel Quinn

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History of Our Path:

A moment of instancy, gliding into prehistory,
Only a squatter based upon plunder.
Descendants of ancient sapians; ideological immaterialians.
Generations paved decay, began to material away.
Over time loss of pathism values; atomizing individualisms.

The Materialian Reign:

The instancy of the moment, winded by contradictory.
Plunder our lineage in hopes of kingship and power;
Supremacist knowledge. Disregard modern moralians,
New ways of infinitely being astray...
Social individuality. Generation-less Me. Selfism.


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*Go back to the source of the oldest written path, way or discipline. Go back to many different ones. There are common threads, explore them. You'll know they are ethical threads and overtime have overlapped consistently - especially with the fact, we do not practice them as living, breathing individuals in our moral decision making.  To be truly ethical, is to know the history of ethical contemplation and philosophy - many ancient, modern and contemporary philosophers will wear the mask of historian. To think 'ethics' is to not solely think about morals, but the objective paradoxes that come out of moral dilemmas.  There is no question, objective morals exist: no ONE person can say genocide or random killing is GOOD.  This means, we are born with a basic moral map to be ethical with others.

We have grown to believe we are able to leave ethics to ethicist, and the philosophy to philosophers.  We are all equipped with the ability to be self aware of our own individual circumstances and environments as well as the circumstance of others - at least a great deal of people. Now more than ever with the internet (and other techno-progressions), can we learn about others behave, think and believe.  Sources are a question of concern, but at least with multiple sources there is more knowledge of relative data that may make some sources look poor or better.

Ethics... Is not the main issue. But at the same time it is.

The problem with our current day standards of living, is the belief we are destined for better standards of living... The 'we' being individual, but, sometimes meant to mean 'all of us'.