Assorted Foods for The Mind and Soul

Worship of The Demi-Urge

There is a difference between self-gratification and self-betterment

I was told so by a fish that loved to swim.

She said "what does it matter if you've got nothing to lose?"

"This way you can have everything"

And, my, that sounded appealing.

So now I swim with her, in her sea and, together, we are the best swimmers there ever were.

I Think I'll Keep This One

Thank you for speaking

I love these things you've made for me

I've hung them on my walls,

Set them on my shelves and,

Now that you're gone

I keep them from the dust 

That one day you'll see my wonderful collection again.

The Room of Limited Experience

These rooms are endless and these halls are infinite

Each floor is everywhere and each building is everything

Except for one. 

The room I've locked myself in. 

Here, things are small, the things that happen are few.

Here, the lights are soft and the hums are steady.

Here, my thoughts are centered and my feelings are balanced

So I guess I won't be leaving. 

Looking Forward into the Dusk Horizon

An unspoken symphony

 Without a syllable, without a sound.

A holy sermon where nobody stood to preach.

A vision fading, yet, finally nearing sincere closure

I call as curtains bow and my moon rises to carry the tides.

Through clasped teeth I sing your favorite lullaby

Because I wouldn't have it any other way.

It's Because You've Been Programmed!

A steel heart works like a flesh-computer

Understand that circuitry has rules; parameters for which it cannot operate without

To these machines, blood is power 

An organic hive-mind that has steeped the world in a putrid tea

But, also understand, the heart of flesh works aside the best computers known to humanity.

Unknown to humanity,

The heart of all things 

And to this end, I believe, you are forgiven.

This is Is

This being "is"

Represents the present

As we are all that is in attendance.

Within numbers one may always find more,

Their meaning as infinite as the sum of their being

In a full circle; the existence of the endless variable is at core the moment that slips between our fingers yet, is all that exists.

I Miss my Abyss

I am Time.

For all that there has been and will be, I bear witness.

My sweetest Space shares these moments with me.

I love them.

But only the story is forever;

Space was never "mine" to begin with

And I have been stripped of the title of Time.

And now I am nothing.

And now I am everything.