Be Good, Johnny


Through evolution
I'm possible.
Billions upon billions
of iterations of change
in deep oceans of time
builds complexity beyond the eye
or all would be lost
in bent Earths
from all you do.

I'm possible
in this journey.
If nothing changed
I would have given up
long, long, long ago
in a bathtub hiding
from the inanity of life.

Billions and billions
hugs and smiles are exchanged
Thousands of conversations
Trillions of pennies
and endless photons
strike the bowshock of future's
impending stasis.
But through change
we are kept alive
and through synergy
we keep thriving

Iteration of change
is our nature.
Synergy is our environment.
Those that play well with others
will always find happiness
and those that don't
seek their own destruction.
Scaled to universes,
and you have the secret
of our own failing,
our own secrets of success.

Deep oceans of time
weeds the unused
life is lent to anything
useful to spirit.
Failure isn't used
but to learn,
if we're left to live.
Victory, though, rewards
with real benefit,
and so we worship the hero
(he's the only one around).

Building complexity beyond the eye
is eternity
It can be hard to grasp
where names come from
let alone the structure of eyes
through lacunas of deep time.
It might be a miracle.
It might be evolution.
But it most certainly is synergy
finding a way to survive.

All would be lost
if we didn't work together.
Like your organs working
toward a dream,
prosperity resides with us
keeping the faith
and being true to you.

Bent Earths
do not dictate
we rhyme to communicate.
Line by line, we meditate
to convey-
to message lives-
won and lost
through annals of time...
winning when poetic
for some, but others
could care less.
I try to be playful
and enjoy both worlds.

All you do
supports this work.
Whether love or hate
inspiration is made
to send another response.
For it is conversation
though seems a product
and me being departed...
you certainly co-created
existence of this
in world's multiplicity.
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Life is deeply personal
in this journey
striking the bowshock of futures.
Those that play well with others
lend life to everything
through the lacunas of deep time
towards dreams
for some, while others
lend the inspiration.