A Piece of Poetry
Created | Updated Feb 25, 2014
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy seems to have plenty of room for anything. Even this piece of poetry, for example.
A Billion Stories
Book One: The Wreckage
Part I: Demolition
Look at the wave,
I cannot breathe,
A maple in the forest.
A timer ticks infinitely,
A globe that couldn't save its face.
I gaze across the evergreens,
Each had its own life story.
They fell along the battlefront
And lost their lives and glory.
Each stump was bloodied
And was thrown,
Into a broken honor.
To watch the maple's swaying leaves,
To ponder of its journey.
A Billion Stories
Book One: The Wreckage
Part II: Make-Believe
I believe in what I see,
No need for blinding fantasies,
Some pathways are invisible,
Some axes irresistible.
Too naïve the eye can see
This darkness can't uncover me
A frightened cat a tortured map
The killer ran and lost his back.
A Billion Stories
Book I: The Wreckage
Part III: Spirit Sightings
The knife in my hand,
The dreading souls seek;
Vengeance, really is all they plead,
For what I see is heaven's peak;
A knife can't harm a forest.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part I: A Billion Minds
A billion years of contradiction,
A billion stars hide in the sky.
A billion miles,
A billion questions,
A billion minds in wrong directions.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part II: Incomplete Civilizations
A sheep must do better than hiding.
The maker is under the weeds.
The seeker does nothing but doubting.
The finder does nothing but read.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part III: Telescopic
My mind is searching;
As it seems.
Star speckled blackness
I can't see.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part IV: Conspiracy
Deliberately killing,
Their aim on the head.
Deliberately fighting,
The truth in the bed.
Deliberately hiding,
All those who are dead.
Deliberately trying;
My head is not led.
A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part I: Unified Field Theory
Created by love,
Created by magic,
Created by mercy
The venom is tragic.
Pull the threads,
Roll the yarn;
Sew the man to understand.
Let him love,
Let him wilt,
Let him speak and
Let him think.
Do not tell,
Keep me hidden,
Let him find out for himself.
A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part II: The Snake of Enlightenment
Let him think!
Let him, have seen!
Beauty should not be an opposable thing!
Wisdom is greatness!
Go hide from the group!
My love is not laughter,
My love is for truth!
Don't bid farewell to everything!
Don't look at the scene in reverse!
And let wisdom be shown,
But not only for words!
A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part III: The Doubtful Little Fish
Mama?
May I peek beyond the line of the waters?
Papa?
Might I see the source of the light in the seas?
For what purpose is land if its borders are green?
For what purpose is light if its maker is sheet?
For what purpose is life if it starts in a reef?
Does death wait on the shoreline?
Or does a fellow who greets?
Revelations
Part I: Celestial Man
I urge for great adventure,
What I learn might be the truth.
I find our deepest treasures.
I know Man's hidden youth.
I speak in different measures,
I plead in different tunes.
I seek despite my pleasures,
I climb the steepest dunes.
Revelations
Part II: Organic Pathways
Making no sound,
A travel with ease.
The pages of theories
The memories and memories.
What might become of me?
A fiddling skull in a ticking top hat?
A pile of junk, a mountain of gold?
A pedlar afraid of a cat?
Book I of Orion
The Realist
In the corners of streets,
The men look and they see.
In the heart of the square,
No one feels their despair.
In the mystery of space,
It is there, it is there.
A single flame learns to embrace in it's truth.
A jester might doubt what he sees,
It is real.
The gardeners leave an amount of such proof.
For I know and I love the stars of Orion.
Book II of Orion
The Solipsist
Beyond my view of comprehension;
The questions of mine,
The eye of the jigsaw.
Above the stars of three demensions;
The blade of a saw,
Man surrounded by awe.
Magical wires
They move as they think.
The People of Grand
May scatter like lead and ink.
The Monsters of Earth
Run away, I won't seek.
For I have not seen the stars of Orion.
Book III of Orion
Egocentric Predicament
The staircase has fallen between them,
And longings for love were dispersed.
But only one force lay against them;
The Phaneron, Man was diverse.
The souls of the elders were thought of as weak,
The mountains became flat as land.
Our spirits believed to have conjured an owner,
The thieves falling out of the plan.
The makers are meeting atop the clocktower;
Without hands.
My mind is their plan.
Book IV of Orion
Reality
We know what we see,
Once we conclude it.
We hear what we hear
When it reaches our ears.
Unless distorted;
Through a mirror,
We converse.
Our roads will be walked on again,
If we're peers.
Part I of Greenery
Hallowed Obedience
I see the sky,
The goodness hides;
The low tree tempts my wandering eyes.
Part II of Greenery
Uncovery
I took a bite,
The fruits of life,
A shuffle sounds beyond my eye;
I'm in disguise.
Wires bends into my mind,
My gears do not collide.
I know not how to name my find...
I saw bestowed,
Upon his gold,
This monster chasing me with old.
I tried to run,
I could not hide;
Omnipresence is his guide.
The circling worlds are spinning behind.
Part III of Greenery
I Can See
My spirit awakens in the sands of realism.
I wander through solace,
Disappeared;
In theorism.
What was that beast that I saw in the Greenery?
Was it celestial?
Or perhaps,
Machinery?
Coexistence
I: Adherent
I attend on each specified day,
I take off my hat in respect.
I believe in what I see.
I know;
And I dare not reject.
Coexistence
II: Divine Arts
The life at the ends of the sea.
The worship that's sent,
We receive.
We can build the waters of magic;
As long a they believe.
Coexistence
III: Opening
I look outside,
Their open eyes,
I catch of glimpse of hungry minds;
And many lies.
My imagination breaks free and flies onward.
Coexistence
IV: Divine Punishment
The gods surprised,
They see my mind and know not why.
I see the face of Man divine.
The gods were lost,
And knew not why.
Their venom and
Their words were cruel,
They shouted.
I fall into the empty eyes of the sky.
Coexistence
V: Stranded In Ice
What did they see?
They felt disbelief.
What didn't they know?
My clearness was shown.
What didn't they see?
A world beyond their peaks.
What I could have owned,
That struck them unknown?
What I've failed to see;
What they've failed to believe.
They brought forth their ignorance,
And showed it to me.
Motionless, I lay.
Surrounded by ghosts of ice.
Spiritless, I venture.
And cleverness,
I display.
Isonomia
Book One: Our Fair City
These colors are faded,
But nonetheless the same.
We're part of the human race;
And covet the same face.
My city is wondrous;
Its caverns of gold.
The scrolls of our old.
Its legend retold.
I see the wells of great fortune,
Enclosed within our walls.
I see the statue of equality,
Virtuous;
And tall.
I notice its wisdom,
I praise its whole truth!
I comment its beauty,
I learn from its youth.
Shameful,
These men who have claimed to be all;
Doubting the beauty of our city!
I hope that these men can all share the same fall,
And hope that they do not have plenty!
A Billion Stories
Book One: The Wreckage
Part I: Demolition
Look at the wave,
I cannot breathe,
A maple in the forest.
A timer ticks infinitely,
A globe that couldn't save its face.
I gaze across the evergreens,
Each had its own life story.
They fell along the battlefront
And lost their lives and glory.
Each stump was bloodied
And was thrown,
Into a broken honor.
To watch the maple's swaying leaves,
To ponder of its journey.
A Billion Stories
Book One: The Wreckage
Part II: Make-Believe
I believe in what I see,
No need for blinding fantasies,
Some pathways are invisible,
Some axes irresistible.
Too naïve the eye can see
This darkness can't uncover me
A frightened cat a tortured map
The killer ran and lost his back.
A Billion Stories
Book I: The Wreckage
Part III: Spirit Sightings
The knife in my hand,
The dreading souls seek;
Vengeance, really is all they plead,
For what I see is heaven's peak;
A knife can't harm a forest.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part I: A Billion Minds
A billion years of contradiction,
A billion stars hide in the sky.
A billion miles,
A billion questions,
A billion minds in wrong directions.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part II: Incomplete Civilizations
A sheep must do better than hiding.
The maker is under the weeds.
The seeker does nothing but doubting.
The finder does nothing but read.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part III: Telescopic
My mind is searching;
As it seems.
Star speckled blackness
I can't see.
A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part IV: Conspiracy
Deliberately killing,
Their aim on the head.
Deliberately fighting,
The truth in the bed.
Deliberately hiding,
All those who are dead.
Deliberately trying;
My head is not led.
A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part I: Unified Field Theory
Created by love,
Created by magic,
Created by mercy
The venom is tragic.
Pull the threads,
Roll the yarn;
Sew the man to understand.
Let him love,
Let him wilt,
Let him speak and
Let him think.
Do not tell,
Keep me hidden,
Let him find out for himself.
A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part II: The Snake of Enlightenment
Let him think!
Let him, have seen!
Beauty should not be an opposable thing!
Wisdom is greatness!
Go hide from the group!
My love is not laughter,
My love is for truth!
Don't bid farewell to everything!
Don't look at the scene in reverse!
And let wisdom be shown,
But not only for words!
A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part III: The Doubtful Little Fish
Mama?
May I peek beyond the line of the waters?
Papa?
Might I see the source of the light in the seas?
For what purpose is land if its borders are green?
For what purpose is light if its maker is sheet?
For what purpose is life if it starts in a reef?
Does death wait on the shoreline?
Or does a fellow who greets?
Revelations
Part I: Celestial Man
I urge for great adventure,
What I learn might be the truth.
I find our deepest treasures.
I know Man's hidden youth.
I speak in different measures,
I plead in different tunes.
I seek despite my pleasures,
I climb the steepest dunes.
Revelations
Part II: Organic Pathways
Making no sound,
A travel with ease.
The pages of theories
The memories and memories.
What might become of me?
A fiddling skull in a ticking top hat?
A pile of junk, a mountain of gold?
A pedlar afraid of a cat?
Book I of Orion
The Realist
In the corners of streets,
The men look and they see.
In the heart of the square,
No one feels their despair.
In the mystery of space,
It is there, it is there.
A single flame learns to embrace in it's truth.
A jester might doubt what he sees,
It is real.
The gardeners leave an amount of such proof.
For I know and I love the stars of Orion.
Book II of Orion
The Solipsist
Beyond my view of comprehension;
The questions of mine,
The eye of the jigsaw.
Above the stars of three demensions;
The blade of a saw,
Man surrounded by awe.
Magical wires
They move as they think.
The People of Grand
May scatter like lead and ink.
The Monsters of Earth
Run away, I won't seek.
For I have not seen the stars of Orion.
Book III of Orion
Egocentric Predicament
The staircase has fallen between them,
And longings for love were dispersed.
But only one force lay against them;
The Phaneron, Man was diverse.
The souls of the elders were thought of as weak,
The mountains became flat as land.
Our spirits believed to have conjured an owner,
The thieves falling out of the plan.
The makers are meeting atop the clocktower;
Without hands.
My mind is their plan.
Book IV of Orion
Reality
We know what we see,
Once we conclude it.
We hear what we hear
When it reaches our ears.
Unless distorted;
Through a mirror,
We converse.
Our roads will be walked on again,
If we're peers.
Part I of Greenery
Hallowed Obedience
I see the sky,
The goodness hides;
The low tree tempts my wandering eyes.
Part II of Greenery
Uncovery
I took a bite,
The fruits of life,
A shuffle sounds beyond my eye;
I'm in disguise.
Wires bends into my mind,
My gears do not collide.
I know not how to name my find...
I saw bestowed,
Upon his gold,
This monster chasing me with old.
I tried to run,
I could not hide;
Omnipresence is his guide.
The circling worlds are spinning behind.
Part III of Greenery
I Can See
My spirit awakens in the sands of realism.
I wander through solace,
Disappeared;
In theorism.
What was that beast that I saw in the Greenery?
Was it celestial?
Or perhaps,
Machinery?
Coexistence
I: Adherent
I attend on each specified day,
I take off my hat in respect.
I believe in what I see.
I know;
And I dare not reject.
Coexistence
II: Divine Arts
The life at the ends of the sea.
The worship that's sent,
We receive.
We can build the waters of magic;
As long a they believe.
Coexistence
III: Opening
I look outside,
Their open eyes,
I catch of glimpse of hungry minds;
And many lies.
My imagination breaks free and flies onward.
Coexistence
IV: Divine Punishment
The gods surprised,
They see my mind and know not why.
I see the face of Man divine.
The gods were lost,
And knew not why.
Their venom and
Their words were cruel,
They shouted.
I fall into the empty eyes of the sky.
Coexistence
V: Stranded In Ice
What did they see?
They felt disbelief.
What didn't they know?
My clearness was shown.
What didn't they see?
A world beyond their peaks.
What I could have owned,
That struck them unknown?
What I've failed to see;
What they've failed to believe.
They brought forth their ignorance,
And showed it to me.
Motionless, I lay.
Surrounded by ghosts of ice.
Spiritless, I venture.
And cleverness,
I display.
Isonomia
Book One: Our Fair City
These colors are faded,
But nonetheless the same.
We're part of the human race;
And covet the same face.
My city is wondrous;
Its caverns of gold.
The scrolls of our old.
Its legend retold.
I see the wells of great fortune,
Enclosed within our walls.
I see the statue of equality,
Virtuous;
And tall.
I notice its wisdom,
I praise its whole truth!
I comment its beauty,
I learn from its youth.
Shameful,
These men who have claimed to be all;
Doubting the beauty of our city!
I hope that these men can all share the same fall,
And hope that they do not have plenty!
