Heuristic advance

Storm pale moon beyond a cold shadow cloud,

Veiled deeply behind a far off misty shroud.

Illuminated behind the dark side of night,

Shadows cast by the pale floating satelite.

Pure viewpoints hidden in umbra from sight,

Awaiting the dawn for the stark bright light.

Our misty morn blue heuristic advance,

Yawning chasm of a forenoons last dance.

This current void beyond all our limited reason.

Signals change from deep dark winters penumbra season.

We now await the son and the magnificent glory,

A warm summers day to crown our heuristic story. 

Wildetect

Climatic points of an anxious mind

Beyond our withered arms grasp.

light into deep shadow fading fast.

Trepidation stalks the pathway dark.

Light is limited recognise the spark. 

Out of reach in the pale moon light.

We question all our wrongs & what is right?

Illuminated sorrow now cuts us very deep.

Are these deeds of my hands or of my very own feet?

Is that a wild hoof or is it a twisted claw?

Waiting just beyond a hairs breadth door.

What is it that i am able to now see?

Through my bound mind intellect now free?

Oh to look back beyond a future time veil.

A life of kind success or will I this path fail?

Worry about this connundrum i do much.

Is answers to this life i question as such?

Visions stark light

Seeing now within stark bright light,

A design so virtuous it defies whats right.

Mans perspective of that which is pure,

This imperfect life the life we try all endure.

Daniels painted future, Ezekiels vision,

A design of such indepth holy precision.

Creation hewn from this earths sand,

Dust to dust the virtuous design, MAN!

Days of shortened night

As we walk the line of fire,

skipping around the embers of desire.

Our mind awakened by lucid thought,

Times in imagination that has been sought.

We look eyes wide towards the sky,

Our feet on earth appear to lie.

The ground beneath our step gives way,

As we try hold fast to this night & this day.

Freefalling into an unruly maelstroms wild storm, 

We get ripped asunder we simply must be reborn.

We seek now that which eludes our feeble grasp,

We now hold forever thoughts from a long long ago past.

Awake the night, sleep walk the cold dawn,

Lifes fire line has much trouble & is forlorn.

An inferno rages within our simple mind,

Spirituality the solice we must now try and find. 

Digital heritage syndrome

A twenty second century culture loaded in a cloud.

Mans digital legacy a voice spoken to nobody out loud.

A rock sculpture hand print behind the boot up binary shroud.

Instruments destroyed future looking back a confused in darkness crowd.

Nothing left for generations hence to see, understand & to be proud.

Destinations road

I met a Rabid dog on the road to my father.

Its crazy song & dance was rather a huge palaver.

The Rabid dog insisted my leg must have its poison bite.

It would be really offended if i put up any sort of a fight.

I immediately took my bow & quickly took my leave.

Mad ideology like this, there is absolutely no reprieve.

Its times like this its best to run, its best to hide.

Rabid dogs are filled with a madness & with much idiotic pride.

Rare times one has no choice but to stand & fight.

Put down Rabid dogs in the name of what is logic & what is right.

Whispers into the chasm

I reached out to an AI inside my own tiny mind.

Whispered into the blackness trying very hard to find.

One simple answer to all of life that i will leave behind.

On a windswept frozen lake that my beset soul aligned.

While i push ever forward in this daily hard grind.

Perpetually digging within earths open pit mine.

Searching for meaning to life & a pertinent sign.

Wanting to know what the ties are that will bind.

A stand out answer, we simply must always be kind.