Another Bit of Memories

Conscious to but not a victim of

Maintaining some constant on else’s energy levels

Aware, conserved paranoia

One already knows nothing upon meeting newcomers

They may just be looking to trade

Or to take advantage

They may be searching for the deepest most authentic connection

Or the shallowest

Consistently all are on different levels of one plane

Excerpt from 'Mayhem'

While there is music, there is mayhem

Where rocks sit peacefully also violence survives

Only guesses tell where the start is

Bad and evil people who have become

Who've had things taken, stripped, burned, broken, buried

A life, a means, a quest for happiness: destroyed

To make way for the contagious wrath of misfortune

Wrapping, squeezing its way around air pipes

Thieves create thieves and murderers, murderers

A vicious cycle

Ever-present

Fear gained

Nothing spared

Strength of hope tested

Suspected initiation from the deepest south and west

So many rocks to throw

Or be hit by

Mayhem covers this land

From every which way

There is no end

The Balance - Memories from Another Universe

Power was, is, and will be in the control of those who have seized, are seizing, and will seize it.*

Many were quick on the ball to imitate the Victor's spacetime-proof strategy, and it worked so well that 95% of all quarter-wit or greater species, including those of Earth, waged entirely self-destructive civil wars upon themselves. Entirety, respectfully, has learned from the Victors that nothing else touches the importance of this control, and that those who do not seize it surrender it to someone else. This has proven, is proving, and will prove to be both the most peaceful and destructive Truth in all Truths.

Excerpt from MFAU

A broad landscape revealed

Rounding a corner to be blasted with light

Its beauty is cracked

Chasing the horizon; futile

Gabriela has found no resolution

And upon bestowing massive magnificence

Answers fly further away

An Excerpt from 'How Edward's Hand Felt,' MFAU

The stem emerges two inches above the world

Nowhere near any area that should allow it

Elle considers with a fingertip

Wild life growing in a desolate place

Where bloem are scarce, the only plant around

Surviving from underground

Reason of how is unattainable

Reason of good and bad, immaterial

Her eyes penetrated Edward

She plucked the stem without flinching

And he watched her toy with it pointlessly

Finally tearing it into itty-bitty pieces