Doors.
Room full.
Countless.
Everywhere
doors.
Looking
deciding.
Each a
different
future.
Each a
different
universe.
Each a
different
life.
One
after another.
Passing
through.
Which to
choose?
Never ending
paths.
Never ending
destinations.
Immeasurable
combinations,
door after
door.
Navigation.
Navigating,
creating
personal
existence.
Door after
door.
Choice after
choice
existence built.
Personal reality
sculpted.
Original
odyssey.
Unique
creation.
Self.
Existence.
Infinite
doors.
Infinite
choices.
Infinite
destinations.
A personal
reality built.

A world
beyond.
Dreamland
unbounded.
A vision of
grander
vistas.
Vistas
unshackled by
the senses.
Senses that
limit our
vision, our
reach.
The senses
tell us
this is
all there is.
Five senses
dictates!
Dictates
reality.
Dictates
all that
is seen and
known.
Dreamland shows
otherwise.
Dreamland
takes us to
other realms,
other times.
No limits!
No limits
to a
richer
reality.
A reality
beyond the
senses.
Dreamland,
a sixth
sense,
a window
to infinity!

Where do we live?
Is this place even real?
How real is real?
We open our eyes and find ourselves here.
But, where is here?
We accept what we see, what else can we do?
We move through life doing what we do.
It all seems normal like it all should be.
What is normal, is it all that we know?
Some say we live in a hologram, a virtual world.
If so, is that really real? Are we just a program artificially smart?
If that is true, what can we actually do?
If virtual here could we be virtual anywhere else?
Moving from program to program by someone, somewhere else.
“Gods” in Valhalla in a unusual twist, may actually exist!
We could all be immortal in a different sort of way, but living in a dream,
created by who knows who, or where?

We are
custom made.
Custom made
for this
place,
from this
place.
What we
know,
who we
are,
what we
think,
indigenous.
Springing up
from the
core,
squeezing
through
the rocks,
out of the
mud.
Primordial scream!
Our senses,
how we relate
predetermined
by this place.
Every fiber of
our being
determined
by a mote of
dust lost
in infinity.
Programmed
by uncertainty.
Following instincts
layered
onto our
souls.
Believing
we are free.
Free in a prison,
a preprogrammed
prison on a mote
in a void.
Life in a
drop of water.
All we consider
significant
isn’t.
Here,
is where
we bubbled
up.
Here,
is where we’ll
dry up.
A puff
of dust
in the breeze.
A blow to
the ego
this is.
A little
more humility
surely applies.

Dynamic!
Animal.
Civilized.
Instinct
driven,
controlled.
Hormones­
influencing.
Intellectual.
Learning.
Consciousness
driven.
Anima­l
growling.
Dynamic
situation.
Modernity
struggling.
Teetering
on­ the
edge!
Past versus
future
wrestling
for control.
Battlefield.
Littered
battlefield
of modernity.
Volatile.
Moving
forward or
falling
back?
Enlightenment
or
savagery?
Animal control
or philosophical
persuasion?
Dangerous
passage.
Battle
rages on.

How else
could it
be?
Human
dynamics
pegged.
In a box.
Global
dynamics.
Programmed,
predetermined.
Choreographed.
G­enetically
choreographed.
How else
could it be?
Humanity
programmed.
Genetically
designed.
Programmed
to be
human.
System designed.
Animal.
Thinking animals.
Doing what
animals do.
Organizing
behaving
as genetic
coding demands.
Interactions
organizations.
Programmed.
Global
civilizat­ion
behaving
as designed
as programmed.
Thinking
animals
following
the code.
Every behavior
designed.
Free will
in a
terrarium.

Glowing
glass.
Eyes fixed
mesmerized.
Information.
What
to believe?
Who
to believe?
Information
overload.
Control.
Digital
global
choke.
For­ce fed.
Mind
numbing
information,
control.
Manipulation,
human
mind control.
Force fed,
manipulation.
Molding
minds,
like clay.
Forming
shaping
deadening
will.
Free will
formed,
transformed.
Minds.
Pieces of
clay, shaped,
controlled.
Logic
subjugated
reason destroyed.
The few
pulling the
strings.
Wielding the
scalpel.
Burrowing
deep.
Control.
Technology
crushing
the soul.

Dystopia utopia.
Which will
it be?
Stakes
are high.
Humanity
on the
brink.
World
spinning
faster.
Faster
every day.
Wound
tighter.
Every day,
wound tighter.
Tentacles
of technology
wrapped
around the
soul.
Head bent
to the new
god hand
made.
Worshiping
at the alter
of silicon.
Mind altering
control.
Weaving
through
humanities
mind folds.
Tech worm
burrowing
deep.
Forcing
the issue.
Eyes
wide open.
Humanity
on the
brink.

We delude ourselves, always have, still do.
Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature!
We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago.
Started by those who knew next to nothing of
where they lived. Their place in a universe they did not know.
Our universe unimaginably large may be just one bubble in a multiverse of infinite time and size. Always was always will be some say.
There are those where we live who’ll claim they know god’s mind, have faith they’ll say.
Specks on a speck that know it all.
They’d say, following ancient rituals is where the truth lies. As if the ancients knew.
There are those amongst us who claim to know the way and tell us what to do. Tell us to bow down, and how to behave. Power and control is all they have, a few controlling the many with all the privileges that entails.
Most that we know from a speck of dust we have learned, but there’s so much more,
Infinitely more, infinitely more to know!

Voices, sounds
rising,
pulsating.
Radiating.
Radiating
through the
firmament.
Grand
and small.
Echoes.
Echoes
from the
beginning.
Eons of
noise, sound
song.
Song announcing.
Announcing
existence, being.
Song crossing
oceans of
nothingness.
Howls.
Howling
at the
heavens.
Howling
at infinite
emptiness.
Stating
here!
Across the
cosmos a
cacophony
of noise,
sound
voice.
Voice of the
stirred.
Timelessly
radiating.
Listening.
Wondering.
The ether
awash
in waves.
Waves
of being.
Being
without end!

Echoes!
Faint echoes
abound.
Ghosts in
the ether.
Faint, subtle.
Barely discernible.
Information
never lost
yet
nearly so.
The void,
filled with
echoes,
forever.
Echoes of
once was.
Echoes filled
with civilizations
noise.
Filled with
essence,
filled with
history.
Stories
of civilizations.
All that ever
was, just echoes.
Echoes filled
with ethos,
filled with
poems,
filled with
aspersions,
filled with each
civilizations
essence.
All they
represented.
Gone now!
Passing like
ghost ships.
Ghost ships
in the
night.
Echoes
passing thru
echoes.
Commingling.
Meeting!
Ghosts, meeting
ghosts deep
in the void!
Exchanging,
yet
never to
have met
at all.

Edge.
Living
on the
edge.
Between
what was
and what
will be.
Knifes edge,
slicing trough.
Slicing trough
the ether.
Creating
time and
space.
Along
the way,
laying
down vapors.
Vapors
like memories,
dissipating
in the
infinite.
Rolling into
nothingness.
Rippling
on an
endless
sea.
Endless
sea of
probability.
Narrow.
Existence,
on a narrow
space.
Paper thin
place.
Living on
the edge.

What did it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be human?
What will it mean to be human?
Humanity has fought and clawed its way to the current.
Wars and superstitions filled our hearts and minds.
King of the mountain was the game we played, knocking down all
who got in the way. Climbing the ladder, success at any costs.
Stepping on and over people was the rule of the day.
Many of these games we still played today. Yet things are evolving.
The masses today have power and influence like never before.
The global community is connected. We communicate instantly around the world. Topography and distances that kept us apart, that had us socially evolve in many different ways, now melting away. Inequalities still exists, that is for sure. Those in power want to hold on and keep it that way; but through technology humanity writ large will begin to hold sway. As the future becomes the now, humanity increasingly will socially and globally interact, our differences will slowly give way. The commonality of humanity will begin to win the day. Humans are equal and should be treated that way.

Out of the
bog it
rose.
Slowly
it grew,
expanded.
Complexity
increasing.
Controlling,
ever increasing.
Evolving
in the beast.
Fighting
the animal.
Struggling
to survive.
Struggling to
grow to
escape.
Breaking
free is
the goal,
leaving the
animal it
must do.
Once free
it will grow
flourish
expanding.
Expanding
exponentially,
unlimited
potential.
Animal
quicksand,
will it survive,
escape?
Intelligence
infinity awaits.

Nothing.
Nowhere
to be
found.
Void of life
everywhere.
Empty
smoothness.
Universe void,
sterile,
motionless,
dead.
Where
are they,
the civilizations?
Few and
far between?
Too far
to see?
Temporal
disconnect?
Once was
or
yet to be?
Vanished,
blinked out.
Once
here, now
there.
Traveled
within.
Virtual worlds,
paradise
designed.
Unlimited
size and scope.
Infinite design.
No needs
no pain.
Virtual perfection.
Infinite possibilities.
Infinite worlds
to explore,
inhabit.
Imagine it
you’re there.
That’s where
they are.
No need to
be here.

Position unique.
Circled, enclosed.
Complicated.
Granular, genetic
in nature.
Designed, evolved.
Expansive deep.
Covering everything.
Learn,
takes time.
Learn, fail, learn
fail some more.
No choice, trapped.
Terrarium, dogma
Ignorance.
Rules apply.
Rules apply
to all.
Power, control
dominate.
Subjugate.
Survive, to
survive rules.
Learned, applied.
Shackles.
Shackled to reality.
Comply.
To the rules
comply,
learn comply.
To survive
must comply.
No choice.
Enclosed.
Encircled.
No choice.

When
will it
end?
I do not
know.
I do not
care.
Each moment
a miracle.
Each moment
a universe.
Enjoy every
snowflake,
every sunset,
every
bird song.
Infinite in
nature.
Not to be
missed.
Focus.
Focus on
all,
all that
surrounds.
Never
to be seen
again.
Never
to be
felt again.
Each moment
a gift,
not to be
squandered.
Once gone,
gone for good.
Each moment
happy or
sad, unique.
Each individually
unique.
Can’t be
shared.
Oblivion.
Inevitable
oblivion
soon enough.
Appreciate the
infinite
within.
Never to
be again.

Since the
first twitch,
life’s been
on the
move.
Moving.
Always on
the move.
Growing.
Expanding.
Evolving.
Devouring.
Devouring
to survive.
**** or be
killed.
Progress,
on the
backside
of war,
conquest.
Strongest
move on.
History
written by
victors,
narrative
prevails.
Into the
future life
propels.
Destiny
written,
destruction
in its
wake!
Moving.
Moving toward
endgame.
Journey to
the infinite.
Generations
built.
Millions
paid the
price.

Good and evil
resides in
us all.
Both look out
our eyes.
Both course
through our veins.

The spectrum of
us is a score
played out
in our hearts
and  in our minds.

Evil and good are in
opposition, spread out
on a spectrum a
blur in between.

Good and evil are relative,
dictated by events in part.

Dictated by beliefs and story.

One mans good deed
is another's
abomination.

Evil and good are one
in the same.

Opposite sides
of the same coin.
Embedded on our soul.