As a billion years of shuffling single
Cards was required to evolve the hands
Used today, we the descendants content
Ourselves with trust in flowing blithely on,
With failing to question such convention,
Which, for us, is practically immortal.
Yes, yes, the sun also changes, and each
Circle resolves to a spiral. We know.
Still this lodestar sways, points its compass rose
At pathological orthodoxy.
Soft basins lure, harmonious repose
Tugs our feet. Blind submission it demands,
Faith unchecked we supply, and the cycle
Cinches tighter toward paradoxy.
Driven, pleasure-obsessed, unto preach
What passes as wisdom reduces us:
Comfo
Perhaps the most curious thing is our
Highly tuned ability to carry
Around naked contradictions, convince
A beneficiary that we mean
No harm, even abutting the moment
Of action. It was through this glorious
Capacity you seduced me, with me
Remaining wholly convinced the one sane
Recourse being your swift destruction, since,
If there is time for safety, then surely,
There should be time enough for enjoyment
As well. But near misses, how would we know
The line’s plot that insists this is too much.
Yes, I am warned, the fire, not to touch,
Resist pleasure luring in burning hands.
My Angel of the Lord, none shine bright
The heart moves faster and who would refuse
What is freely given up for taking?
Experience reads opportunities
Rarely strike more than once, so why not choose
To indulge any little advantage?
This is how we rationalize losing
Paradise over a pang of hunger.
It was a hard won lesson: all gifts are
Curses. But from my position, reason
Falls useless; reason led me to this place.
Some promises end as apologies:
This time you found out that finding out
Means you can’t go back in. The dizzying
Roar of the new world cast us far apart.
We both latched our fortune on the first star
Nodding by: one to morn, the other, night.
Never again w
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The Confinement of Expression
Thanks to the advent of manacles forged
Only for the mind, my hands are set free
To toil in their new manual labor,
Which destroys our bodies by idleness,
Breeding different kinds of man, who know
To thrive in cages, revel inside this
Agoraphobic troglodytic life,
Caught with obligation, promise, honor.
Even here, I look over my shoulder,
Maintain constant vigilance, and suffer
The kind of sore restlessness that leeches
Itself through muscles to deeper structures.
Focus blurs, discomfort twists a knife
Through flow, slitting a small place in the thing
Staying...curious metamorphosis,
Not quite painful, merely an ache, although
I cannot hel
More is more and victory is written
By the survivors of history—should
We want, could be, it any other way?
In our blind scramble for meaning, mere truth
Is glossed, groped over for favoring
The comfort of surer handholds. But hand
And fist and soon the face is left behind—
No tautology can pull tight enough
To bootstrap against gravity. After
Shock, blood returns, bearing the gift-turned-curse
Of sight. We soon long to crawl back beneath
The hood, to be saved from the broad terror
Lurking in daylight. But the wind whips much
Too strong. Eyes are pried open, behold
The ground and, though no amount of squinting
Could
Was it that long ago I first set foot
On foreign shores, sure of coming glory,
Where the mantle would throw itself on me
And as I walked, so the others followed.
Though the road needed was hardly yet dreamt,
With or without doubt we would build, would break
As necessary, to blaze, cut passes
Through foothills, carving holds across mountains
Until we reached the highest peak and down
Before us spread all creation and seize
That precise moment, knowing it was ours.
So had we not achieved the goal set out
By God, for one of his fingers to draw
The hanging circle shut? But there were worms
In the apple, the line snagged and choked, I
Saw&
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Superimposed and Indiscernible
This, the harvest of the latest crop,
Cleaves toward us, we who were born to autumn,
Where time unwinds, is ever falling back
On the labyrinthine lord clock that ticks
Down through multitudes, to indifference,
Spirals confused for circles, going gone
As the serpent slowly slurps up its slack.
What more can be said for naked physics,
But fat and scum both rise to the top?
We are ruled by these laws, the world turns on
Inertia, nothing is created nor
Destroyed that doesn’t blindly follow from
A turnkey calculus of properties.
Mistakes and then consequences and this
Is history, never quite repe
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Expectations Diminish, Returns Remain the Same
In neglect, with sufficient exposure,
A conspiracy of elements worm
Through this shoddy needlework,
And now freed, the threads have begun their great
Unravelling. When circles enough
Complete, the bottom comes apart, spilling
Phoenixish wisps of ash, fanning the flame
Unleashed as smoke to sky to seed clouds, now
Thunderheads erupting with bloody rain.
But deserts cannot so soon accept such
A boon. Rivers pour forth, watershed fields
Will flood, rotting the harvest, changing what
Would have been bread into whiskey. Poisoned
With this liquor, the excess rolls downhill,
To intermingle with the sea. Dead fish
Fill up the ocean and the
Did even in Plato’s allegory
The audience of antiquity hold
Their ideals so naively to think
The elder statesmen of Atlantis had
Not known of their nation’s fate to be swept
Beneath the waves, to be relegated
To myth and obscurity? While the self-
Ruled men of Athens might have fancied
Their decisions above far-removed Kings,
Surely they must have nearly understood
A difference exists between free-will
And providence. For why else would so few
Of them sit in voluntary session
That the disenfranchised were mustered up
To drive them to their duty? They knew
The idea that reality forms
Through consensus to be absurdity.
And
We run to the cup of pleasure to dowse
Out unhappy embers--a ritual
Against the wildfire of sorrow,
Which ravishes even the greatest souls
If allowed to take hold. This fear smoulders,
The lack of control, to be pulled inside
The churning vortex always held within
Reach--its smoking tendrils bleed their awful
Heat, a heat we feel only during times
Of quiet reflection, alone, or twisted
Under not-quite-unbroken dreams, our beds
Become tourniquets to seal in the night,
A darkness that makes us yearn for any
Light, including those cast by the flickers
Of anguish, because that meager glow, though
Painful to bear, overruns extinction.
Eventuall
With melted metaphor, you presuppose
Snowballs would be persistent in other
Environs, while they clearly can't adapt
To change. Even if they are kept nearly
At absolute zero, sooner, later,
Jupiter snags them, brings them to sunlight:
Comets of dirty ice. Not even once
Will one survive an inner-system loop,
But from death comes life. Meanwhile, back on Earth:
A chaos magician and a reader
Of semiotics walk into a pub.
They each order beer. The barkeep comes by,
Sets down some napkins and draws pints on them.
It was the thing in itself. A case of dogs
In nighttime. Some think wolves can be made tame
During a
There are two choices for those who
Survive--suicide or swallow
The lie. Necessity will turn
Innocence to monstrosity
Inside of life's red factory.
You should not be shocked--a hero
Is no less susceptible to
Evil than another; shadow
Casts anywhere that there is light;
In flames of orange the world burns.
Our hunger for control never
Stops and we strive to spread order
Over all things. But, "gone too far"
Can only be seen in hindsight.
What we lost turns yellow and scars.
Orders might follow without thought,
Yet in dilemma we are caught,
For though the center is shaded green,
It has come at a cost too dear
For the corporation to bear.
We celebrate this holy eve
To commemorate an age of
Light and the thousand year reprieve
Brought upon us by the sun. Love
Your masters, obey them always
And you, too, shall believe that good
Must coexist with evil; days
Must live with nights. Once understood,
Such truth is easier to take--
Surrender and turn like seasons.
Avoid the Faustian mistake--
Innocence keeps no soul safe from
Corruption. The more pure a one,
The more joy in its perversion.
Those who are strangers to kindness
Will never know the feel of bliss.
Pass over temptation and see
All pretense from the world unfold.
No magic or technology
Can prevent night from taking hold
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The Sin of Fascination
I have not made it a secret,
Too much, but I must also shy
Away when confronted and, then,
Pushed past that certain threshold, I
Would deny everything, get
Myself to a nunnery, if
Such a place existed for what
I came to call an affliction,
Being at loss for other terms.
It is truth: not all men are cut
From the same cloth, and, perhaps, some
Were never meant for clothes at all--
Knowledge, expectation, affirms
The pinnacle of normalcy,
Defines the curve of decency
On which we are racked; anyone
Who defies this regression of
Ways and means is thus doomed to fall...
Hells over heels into a love
Toward something that cannot be loved,
Somethin
There were years where I went
Without--gave up eating for lent
And the evils of temptation foods
Could not touch me. Chaotic moods
And endless brooding obsession
Tormented from morning to starvation
And each new day that came
I wondered on the same
Miracle, having returned from heaven
Like an anvil, or feather unleavened,
Falling for days like breath
From my constricting chest.
Each time I woke, I was born
Anew, hell could not hold me, torn,
Arising in steam off my lips,
Whispered mantra: "I still exist."
There was always danger from cold,
My legs buckled, the center could not hold
And anything that would melt in my mouth
Was quickly refuse
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Federal Unemployment Tax
I might disapprove of hand-outs, but who
Am I to shy away a well-earned buck?
I might know better than anyone that
Great big stacks can come meet with empty sack.
Don't blame me to wonder: Will I be stuck
Holding it when luck runs a deficit?
A dime, brother? Sure I can spare a few;
Pay one half forward: good faith, good credit,
Right? But tell me, when the drawer opens full,
Would you pull away? We have not all sat,
Covetous, on eggs, hoping they won't hatch,
Plagued with the burden of too much in stash.
My own experience would do;
I will believe what you tell me: is it
Better to give or to receive? The cash
Cow gives forth a bounty
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The Rare Comfort of Certainty
Dearest soul, whom I have heard pray,
You ask me, in fashion, to stay:
Arbitrage and sabotage are
The mainstays of my savior-faire.
Miracles seem old-hat, magic
Tricks and other acts tire you--
I have found only quick fixes
Are what you value and so are
All I now offer. Who could care
For good luck, if a few tragic
Things did not sometimes happen, too?
Come now, smile, at least a rictus!
Give to me your grin or grimace,
Why but for sin do people fear
Me? Am I unknown? Face with grace
Or shutter--both ways, I am here.
You still look nice dressed with an X,
Your guardian angel of death.
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Putting the Mor- in Moratorium
All for one and one and all welcome to
The State of New York--click it or ticket,
So the story goes, not just good idea,
But law. For your safety there will be time,
Try not to get lost on a line or Thru
Way, ignorance is no defense from crime.
You might wonder what people live in thickets,
Surrounded by mountains, fields, and crickets.
Our headwaters may seem empty, a flood
Of convenient untruth sweeps us up fast.
Before you dig in, drill out the core, of
Our Apple Empire, would you admit
It bores you to take stock in what you sack?
Sure, there is occasion to say you lack
Proof, but when did this country run on fact?
Better sooted to be nig
I. Ghazal
I always wondered what it would be like to bite my tongue; blood
Is a curious thing, for life ends in the way it comes: blood.
The warning marked itself in wax--heat has a funny way of
Making a lasting impression. Fate sealed, dipped in my thumb's blood.
Whoever escapes the imprint of their youth, doomed to do good
Or evil? A lack of knowledge keeps in silent, dumb, numb blood.
All I have inherited from my Father, he said I should
Follow him to the ends of Earth, so I would be safe from blood.
I flew over the sea by day (there are seas on the moon, could
God be wrong about man walking there?). Through the air, I sung blood.
Current Residence: The End of Time, Many Places at Once Favourite genre of music: Progressive Favourite photographer: William Navidson Operating System: Myself, The Universe Shell of choice: Conch Wallpaper of choice: Tapestries Skin of choice: The Skin That Is Not My Own Favourite cartoon character: Alan Turing, Nazi Decompiler Personal Quote: "It is by my will alone I set my mind in motion."
The first five Omega Point albums are now available to listen to on Grooveshark:
Omega Point I:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/Omega+Point+I/10021540
Omega Point II:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/Omega+Point+II/10021533
Omega Point III:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/Omega+Point+III/10024467
Omega Point IV:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/Omega+Point+IV/10024455
Omega Point V:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/Omega+Point+V/10021457
My artist page is:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/theomegapoint
Links to all of the Tracks, Art, and Companion Texts for Omega Point V can be found at:
http://thepointomega.tumblr.com/post/108284638443/omega-point-v
Here are the poems I wrote for the #NaPoWriMo Group (http://napowrimo.deviantart.com) for the month of April 2013:
1 APR 2013: Easter in Salem - http://theomegapoint.deviantart.com/art/Easter-in-Salem-363016354
2 APR 2013: Kindness Kills - http://theomegapoint.deviantart.com/art/Kindness-Kills-363208473
3 APR 2013: Beautitudes - http://theomegapoint.deviantart.com/art/Beautitudes-363409287
4 APR 2013: The Certain Comfort of a Rare Thing - http://theomegapoint.deviantart.com/art/The-Certain-Comfort-of-a-Rare-Thing-363604673
5 APR 2013: Geiger Count
Oh dear. Apologies for how slack I am, I just realised I never let anyone know that I posted up their feature last week! Anyway, it's a bit of a late notification, but I posted your feature! You can view it here: [link]