And So Too Can I…

 And So Too Can I…
 
I have ears to hear,
And so I can listen.
My brain may not comprehend,
But my intuition
            Can distinguish
            Disposition.
 
I have eyes to look,
And so too can I see.
I can notice and focus,
Tell forest from the tree.
            Can understand…
            Can truly see.
 
I have hands to touch,
And so too can I feel.
Go deeper—below the skin,
I can give or can steal.
            Touch your body,
            To hurt or heal.
 
And, I have my tongue,
And with that I can taste
The food that I must consume ,
Or your lips, that lay waste…
            To all my plans:
            Profane and chaste.
 
And I have a mind,
To think about all this.
I can rearrange it all--
Reinterpret all this.
            But to what end?
            To what new Dis?
 
 

Ignoring The Storm

 Ignoring The Storm
 
That ambitious feeling,
In the calm before the storm,
Of planning the future:
Unknown substance set to form.
 
Over the horizon
Is a chaos that’s ignored,
Though the clouds and colors
Hint that things will be unmoored.
 
Still, we go on as if
What will come is like what was.
As if the chaos is
The same as what always was.
 
But the conception of
Things being orderly--
The is and the what was--
Is just a simple story.
 
It is the one we tell
Over and over again,
And we make it work out
At least nine times out of ten.
 
We shun or lose those parts
That we can’t manage to fit
Into the narrative:
The ‘firm’ ground on which we sit.
 
Setting substance to form
Is what we as humans do.
We take the abyss, the blob,
And we find ways to make do.
 
We ignore the looming storm,
Overlook what won’t conform,
Because that’s the only way
To make it through every day.

Fear of the Unknown

Fear of the Unknown
 
The fear of the unknown:
Is it a love of routine?
Or is it avoidance
Of the everyday unseen?
 
Things we cannot avoid,
That our language does not name:
Outside cause and effect,
Forces that we cannot blame.
 
These things have always been,
But they aren’t really a thing.
For things, words are needed:
Reality’s what words bring.
 
The fear of the unknown
Is desire to survive.
It may be misleading,
Or it may cause us to thrive.

Meta

Meta
This glowing void.
This phone shaped hole,
That promises to fill,
But just steals, your soul.
 
Always at hand
With something new.
Posturing as the whole.
There to complete you.
 
Gate to the world.
Transformative:
Says, “You can have it all.”
“Your dreams you will live.”
 
But emptiness,
And restlessness,
Are all you really feel.
And those are what’s real.
 
The Meta is what’s next.
Its better than the real.
The next evolution.
The perfect we all want to feel.