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Michael French May 2015
Q)
What is consciousness?

A)
An analogy

Walk into an orchard early on a misty morning
The trees have birds and fruit, both growing
You can see a few rows in any direction
The horizon is not visible

The birds are talking among themselves
and to their neighbors, signals exchanged
The same for the trees, messages sent
both through the air and underground

Meanwhile, information is incoming
even from beyond what can be seen
Of course, this has been relayed, perhaps
a number of times, and may in some way be corrupted

In this example that mist never goes away
You never see the entire orchard, no matter
how far you walk, because it is always changing
You cannot understand all the signals

Your perception is always what is just around you
The reality is a much larger thing
mostly unexplored and open to interpretation
Even the wind in the leaves has something to say
....is either inexplicable illusion,
or else revelation.”
C.S. Lewis
Michael French May 2015
There is always a road,
The sea, dark hair, dolor.

Always a question
Bigger than itself—

They say you’re leaving Monday
Why can’t you leave on Tuesday?


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I got your note
had to look up dolor
you know more words than I do
you are sweet

And yeah,
there are questions
Bigger than all of us
I get that

But
Hanging on another day....
This is hard enough
No point

I'm sorry
If this might seem unkind
I am not going to start lying to you
Now

I know
You won't believe me
I didn't the first time either
It's hard

Look
I'm not immune
I know what that moment was
We danced

But
That is what it was, a moment
The sun comes up
Eventually

A mistake
To try and make it
Something else, than what it is
Never works

Goodbye
I will promise you one thing
I will think of you for a long time
I swear
“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
― Voltaire
Michael French May 2015
How does that go.....
How many Moons?

Our own little Lunar stockpile
filling up the pantry now.
...and still

...sometimes you wonder...
worry how I see you.
What my real feelings are.

it is a momentary thing...

and if I could
eliminate all of your doubts
so you never gave it another thought
perfect self-assurance
The very center of confidence

I am not sure I would do it

you would be a very different person

And I wouldn't get to write you poems
to make your fears go away.
“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
― Carl Sandburg
Michael French May 2015
on one side....
what we call logic
how things connect, addition
what it means laid out in words...
the art of language itself
the ability to use it


on the other side....
(misleading to even have
words here)
red and blue, a sky
and a song
the taste of maple
the sound of the cat purring


Now, combine them
That is you.

It is not a mystery so much as an art form
Drizzle poetry and bird song over cold hard fact
and set alight with Love
Stand back and watch a whole new generation
stumble as they try to figure it out.
If you must laugh, try to do it kindly.
Indeed, language is an ***** of perception, not simply a means of communication.”
― Julian Jaynes
Michael French May 2015
What astounding ego
To think I can express
what actually is

Perceive a day

To cut out a small piece
still alive and bleeding
and put it on a page

like some sort of trophy

"Look, see what I did"
what figures to be important
to certain eyes

unobserved, ignorant

some waves take a million years
to crash upon the beach
and flow back out to sea
contrary to what our desire cannot fail to be tempted into believing,
.... the thing itself always escapes.”
Jacques Derrida
Michael French May 2015
people don' get it
act like they met it
like they can pick it up
trick it up
stick it up

like it's a thing you get to have

Its not something you earn
maybe somethin' you learn

the time is not negotiable

and you can't do it alone
it's not on your phone
and not made out of stone

you can lose it
you do get to chose it

day, after day, after day
and in a way

it becomes a thing on its own

it starts to refine you
how they define you

get to know
that you mean what you say

and the time
the time
it don't rhyme
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no easy way to say it
and not meant to play it
like its somethin' they give you
live you
forgive you

Like it's a thing on a shelf

not a prize that you win
not a toy you can spin

or a result of being sociable

and sometimes you are alone
just a line on the phone
and you are not made out of stone

and you lose it
and you try to choose it

but things seem to get in the way
and in a way

it becomes a symbol on its own

how you define you
how you design you

how you know
that you mean what you say

and the time
the time
it don't rhyme

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still gotta question it
hearin' me expressin' it
like I know what I'm saying
I'm praying
I'm staying

The one thing I have faith in

I know to give space to
the days we can get through

and we know now its controllable

and not afraid of alone
the years they have shown
it is harder than stone

and we will lose, but not it
and we choose to hold it

and the things that get taken
will not leave us shaken

we have done what we set out to do

you have defined me
and I have defined you

and I know
that you mean what you say


and the time
the time
we made it rhyme
love has a beat to it.....
Michael French May 2015
All formats out the window
meter and rhyme forgotten
no need for pretty words
How they sound together
is not the point

What I am striving for
is a solid steel rail
of a thought
Something clean and
maybe more than a little cold

Understand, I sympathize
Even I don't want to be reminded
every second of every day
But, truth be told
I sense a real lack of it

And, the thing is
It has its own beauty
It is real
in the sense of that word
that holds actual power

How you perceive this
is your responsibility
It cannot be handed to you
All I can say is go outside
on a clear, dark night


and look up
“Yesterday ended last night.”
― John C. Maxwell
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