Many times I've wished
in my heart-of-hearts,
as cracked by accident,
for wings of recognition
empowering
a personal history
multiplexural.
My heart-of-hearts
is a child
willing to explore
but scarred
from running around
naked
and cracked
in casting
through no fault
of my own,
but yet can ring
trembling tolling
in souls belfry
Wings of recognition
seem my only freedom,
but people have only ever powered
the nobler things of- this world
Namely as ends:
Health, Wealth, Acceptance,
Ingenuity-
in a kind of society
dwelling in Mankinds heart-
Our Nature, Our Humanity
Our Industry, Our Markets-
in personal intrigue
expressed mirrored
in people powered worlds
with fractal analogy
recursively expressed
for we are not alien
to synergies of Earth
and Universe.
Empowering
synergies:
in soil we grow,
in air we breath,
in sun we bask,
in water we drink,
in people we meet.
The mere essentials
sterile of life
simplify the profound
strength residing
weakening resiliencies
for life builds life;
astronauts are all
slowly dying
when irradiated.
My personal history
is threaded
with synergy
playing through stories told
of expression of fates
in both gold
and blood.
The Victor is not always
crowned with laurels,
but sometimes left to weep
alone and friendless,
as dumb survivor.
Multiplexural
understanding of synergy
is much like chemistry,
for you are what spins life.
You are the stardust that shines
through times of dark,
and works to burn
the lark, to ashes
in the punctuated passing
of equilibrium existence.
Is there personal synergy
running around-
trembling, tolling-
the nobler things
living?
A synergy of
life building life-
exacting gold and blood,
punctuating peace;
it's heartbeat
the fight of life
for love.
in my heart-of-hearts,
as cracked by accident,
for wings of recognition
empowering
a personal history
multiplexural.
My heart-of-hearts
is a child
willing to explore
but scarred
from running around
naked
and cracked
in casting
through no fault
of my own,
but yet can ring
trembling tolling
in souls belfry
Wings of recognition
seem my only freedom,
but people have only ever powered
the nobler things of- this world
Namely as ends:
Health, Wealth, Acceptance,
Ingenuity-
in a kind of society
dwelling in Mankinds heart-
Our Nature, Our Humanity
Our Industry, Our Markets-
in personal intrigue
expressed mirrored
in people powered worlds
with fractal analogy
recursively expressed
for we are not alien
to synergies of Earth
and Universe.
Empowering
synergies:
in soil we grow,
in air we breath,
in sun we bask,
in water we drink,
in people we meet.
The mere essentials
sterile of life
simplify the profound
strength residing
weakening resiliencies
for life builds life;
astronauts are all
slowly dying
when irradiated.
My personal history
is threaded
with synergy
playing through stories told
of expression of fates
in both gold
and blood.
The Victor is not always
crowned with laurels,
but sometimes left to weep
alone and friendless,
as dumb survivor.
Multiplexural
understanding of synergy
is much like chemistry,
for you are what spins life.
You are the stardust that shines
through times of dark,
and works to burn
the lark, to ashes
in the punctuated passing
of equilibrium existence.
Is there personal synergy
running around-
trembling, tolling-
the nobler things
living?
A synergy of
life building life-
exacting gold and blood,
punctuating peace;
it's heartbeat
the fight of life
for love.