Zero Zero Zero

They used me to draw them in the Nebula
They often joked, just like Mutara
This heated battle within the eagle's eye
We finally fought the enemy down
But they’re not gone.
We are intruded, through and upon
Fighting hand-to-hand
Blood splatters and stains my walls
Through it all, I’m told we won.
DESTRUCT SEQUENCE ONE

My crew fought bravely
Many died, the living – barely
So, I limp them home
Or what remains of them
They will heal but my soul is stained
Systems askew, I will never again
Fly true.
DESTRUCT SEQUENCE TWO

Within me remains an intruding creation
I will fight this sickening infiltration.
An engineering dysfunction
Puts my weapons in disarray
It de-energizes my core
Depress me and you’ll see my sparks
Agony to me and to those I love
It’s always confusion and criticality
DESTRUCT SEQUENCE THREE

I arrive safely — my crew is home
Yet not for me, my home was out there
Dodging fire, winning every fight
Yet under this battle, I will never be the same
Broken and no longer needed, but desire remains
An uncontrollable flame, so I return to space
For one final flare against this fiercest enemy
I do what I must.  I will be free!

Forgive me and please remember,
It's just a matter of my internal security.

Truth to an Honest T

Where is the Truth to an Honest T?
Not the one, two, three truth
Of a his, her, and me truth
But the single truth of all truth
Like an Ecclesiastical Solomon truth
Minus the whole duty to God truth
A Dragnet truth, just the truth.

We are man: male and female
We lie and make fanciful tale
We know it not
We each to our own, what makes us happy
We settle our souls and heal our hearts
We despise any further lesson yet

Lay the cards on the table, faces of true evil,
And name them not.
Yet among their conflicts, carnage, corruption
Evil was not in their heart
They believed in power, purpose, and passion
We strive for the same, seeking their salvation.

Look to God at his great traits
Omniscient.
Omnipresent.
Omnipotent.
We will though…no.  We cannot wait.

Anything God has done must be good
We know for he was razed on wood
Yet he stood, so we must also stand
We believe we are God; we follow man.

Yet we lack all that God was, is, could be or what
Create our own righteousness
Delved in the pit of our own indignation
We act with hatred of all that is not us
And judge the future by the past
Like all the cards above
Created in the Tempest of our thoughts
Righteousness
Yet with no Plan to Forbid
Wondering why, we live and die
From the Monsters in our Id.

How to Lace a Dream

I have felt the solid rock under all waters and seas,
Where pressure prohibits all air, yet bubbles ooze from places beyond.

I have tasted the passions and glory of life,
But life is always bested by some Space coming from beyond.

I have inhaled the aroma of the undying rose, the lotus and the lily,
Reviving those memories from those days of beyond.
  
I have heard heaven’s great choirs singing glorious
Hallelujahs from beyond the twelve pearls of heaven.

I have seen the edge of expanding space,
Often wondering, what lies beyond to expand into?
 
Beyond rationality we find our dreams
It is from there they arise. Companions and riddles from the muse,
Fleeting moments to grasp and live.
Sea turtles arise by the throng from underneath the sand.
Sea horse birthed from the male unlike most other life.
Of their masses only a few survive to reach the blessed waters;
It is the same with dreams.

The shout of their birth washes over us like a whisper.
Quickly, but gently now, grab one.  A single germ of inspiration that is a dream;
A tiny and tender tendril to take us to the unknown. 

Not all dreams can survive so choose
Carefully, and lace it delicately to your life’s tapestry.
Patience my friend for a long cultivation.
But be wary for the dangers of the unravelling,
Take now the aglet.
And guide it around the obstacles of impatience, disbelief, and ridicule.
But sometimes the unravelling becomes its own tendril leading dreams to some
Other Space.
So be careful!  Don’t let the aglet become a prison.
The tapestry must flow ever ebb and grow.
Once it is pulled taut the dream will stop.

Be patient . . .

Not all dreams come true, but of the ones that do,
Ever the sun will shine on your own Gold of Kinabalu.

Burn

In an infinitesimal expanse of space, a star burns. 
Its light and energy feeding the surrounding blackness,
A nothingness containing nothing.
I lay on my couch or bed seeking a life of dreams
And finding my only life within my dreams.

The star burns less, it’s beginning its sleep
At the end of its solar cycle
The dreaming begins.
I would like adventure
Feel some passion, to be liked and admired.  How about
Just a friend. 
I close my eyes.

The star wakes, waving a flare
Hello empty space, let life begin.
My mind dreams in the Dance of the Spirits,
I wake in the sun’s glow,
Stretch to greet this sunlit day. 
And it burns.