Via

[rowens]

Via


The Great Systems of the Past,
Great in their simplicity,
are simplistic 
to me today.
They made the journey,
I am a new journey
in the world they made.

Repeat the Great
and be merely great.
There is no God.
Innovate.
There is no nirvana.
Conscience.
Beyond, always beyond.
Conscience above all.

There is no way to be a follower;
a clone is a clone, not a clone.
Your hand is only as meant 
as the shoulder it's put on
is love.

Whoever says nothing matters,
only means what matter means.

Words are infantile steps
of things.
This human condition is discontent
as a baby without its bottle.

I love the human.
My only problem with the world
is that I like it the way it is.

People don't listen. They react. Their built up
biases and sufferings and confusions and conditionings 
explode in the face of conversation. And
reaction reacts to reaction. And no one listens.

Sometimes my Angel speaks through me
without bothering to interrupt me.

I just want to be alone.
But that just is the problem.

Write a poem that can be danced to.
Silly.
To be continued . . .

[Mark A Becker]

... built up sufferings and confusions
explode in the face of conversation.

And no one listens.

Sometimes my Angel speaks through me,
"Write a poem that can be danced to."

My favorite parts, slightly edited,
Mark

[rowens]

The Angel is me talking to myself talking to you.
What they call in the lexicon, a composite figure.