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 Jan 2021 phil roberts
Traveler
Oh death
Won’t you sing me
My final dirge
Ode to the poet
Who ran out of words!
Traveler Tim
 Jan 2021 phil roberts
Polar
Gaia
 Jan 2021 phil roberts
Polar
She questions
All seeing and feeling
With hope for a future
She fights alone
And weeps in silence

We should listen

Deeply wounded she fights on
As parts of her die
Her vision never leaves the sky
Staring towards the heavens
With a prayer on her breath and resolve slowly weakening

We begin to hear

Small acts become large bolstered by numbers
She finds breaths become easier
Only as we fight for her soul
Can the world become whole
What is up there, by & by?
What is up there in the sky?
Is it data... can they pry?
How many ears? How many eyes?
How many truths? How many lies?

Yep. It's up there. Day & night.
All your family, what a sight.
All your life is in the light.
Your every need. Your every plight.
Every keystroke... black & white.
It doesn't matter wrong or right
Information gives them MIGHT.

Yeah. Black & white & shades of grey
It's all up there. Night and day.
Your hopes & fears... all you say.
Subject to controlling ways.
Folks better listen...

... better PRAY.

Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
1/15/2021
Big Brother's watching... & READING.
 Jan 2021 phil roberts
Traveler
Gathering prompts from creation
I weave the fabric of reality
Tonight I paint the sky

An orchestration of shimmering shining
Humming hemispheric harmony
Colourful clusters of lights
Above your evening world!

All shall be remembered through dawn
As my awesome power moves on
To another sky
In somebody else’s mystique
Evening world!
Traveler Tim

Demiurgic
In the Platonic, Neopythagorean, Middle Platonic, and Neoplatonic schools of philosophy, the demiurge is an artisan-like figure responsible for fashioning and maintaining the physical universe. The Gnostics adopted the term demiurge.
 Jan 2021 phil roberts
Traveler
A myth is but an image
An image is a representation
My words are but Cupid’s arrows
My quiver desperation

Subatomic particles
Are but a myth of our existence
The patterns are repeating
Invisibly but consistent

You are the uniqueness
Of your own story
Your mythology is your glory
Save your own soul
At the altar of your own delusion
I hope there’s not too much confusion!
Traveler Tim

Misapprehension is but white noise
tripping on some really strong LSD
That’s the spirit this world needs!
he panted heavily
muscles twitching in his naked body
running frenzied, without looking back,
he shouted, “He is after me.... my life”
a rip roaring cry....!

the traffic halted
pedestrians stopped
people from shops came out
women through curtained windows peeped
children stopped their play

“so drunk”.... a man murmured
“A crack”.... someone shouted
“coming right after an ****”
sneered, an oldie...
“pity on him...! Take him to an asylum”
one gentleman suggested.
he needs help, majority opined
‘nab this plague’, the moral police quipped

what is he running from...?

an Assailant....?
corona virus....?
his own phantom...?
two sane men staying,
at a corner wondered.
they had masks on their face

“must be a health worker”..!
one of them said...
“yes, the subtle nuances of an agonized mind”
the other agreed!

as the scene on the road,
had grown into a high voltage drama,
dissensions grew and multiplied!
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