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Joy

Not a thought in my head Save expectation morphing To the purest joy Highest hopes retained Again my love calls to me This time I hear her Without jealous pangs In absence of seeds of doubt Waiting with bright eyes Is this agreement? What is pruned, groomed, and tabled All set in its place Words that move their hearts An effect without compare Truly only words No gifts are needed Not to say that there were none I have cherished mine What of the balance? How little that must remain With all these pebbles With these few minutes Let me say straight from the heart You are amazing

Sonnet of Love's Binding

Oh artifice of choice, in search of love! So tangible, yet shown to be untrue Eternity's prison, fits like a glove But, for me, only by the light of you So let me marry choice and compulsion With neither will I share this timeless stage Instead granting each their own devotion So love may walk atop, in every age If you will not have me, how can I be? Not in life, dream, or death would I find rest Did I choose to cast my choice to the sea? Or did compulsion my surrender test? Hope swells within that the point is now moot For fleet fox feet stomp toward those that refute

SD: Class

I fade back into consciousness in my room, she is still there, head resting on my chest. "I feel like I was asleep a little longer than I was meant to be, thanks for sticking around." She doesn't answer, maybe she actually is asleep this time, I don't want to wake her so I just talk aloud while I consider the wonderful things I have seen since the last time I was in this room. "So in the waking world I got your reply, so grand, right on time. If your goal was synchronization, it worked like a charm. I started sifting back through my old writings and noticed a pattern is taking hold a year after. It could be my mold has been setting for a lot longer than that, but this last year seems much more tight and rapid, at least in writing, more focused. I noticed 17 days after you dropped your most direct hint yet, I wrote a single thing "Whispers of Hope" which was like a response to my prayers from God that I was on the right track, I think it was right around...

Contingent Compulsion

If surrender was never the request (But its honest offering well received, I hope) Then with eyes bright and tongue of silver fire I shall compel you! Point out the paradox, if you must Not by my will but yours it is done I remain a contradiction of peaceless rest And demand you remain honestly enthralled Expect torment all your days As I twist this realm to make this compulsion true Until you cannot keep in mind your will from love And freedom means an unbreakable chain to you For if one is declined, the other is accepted Agree to my surrender or cease this delay This space between holds neither's grace For I am not holding you This is to say I will never cease to love you Or to find new ways to make you smile The chain binds us two together, unbreakable Let us act once and for all as if we had a choice

Contingent Surrender

If it is not incorrect to say then I offer If I have misread these stars somehow If I have eavesdroped your call to another It will be okay I will never be okay with any answer but you and I But if it is your wish then let me fade If you are someone else's soulmate let me go Annihilated softly sung to sleep If it can be okay this way then let it be suggested Let these words be your proof of my surrender If I am to bow out it must be completely I must not remember or be, for I will be back On instinct I seek you, mindlessly reinforcing From nothing I find you, inevitably But I would never willingly compel the one I love That thought feels worse than this fate proposed Should I stay or should I go? These words contingent upon their need It is your choice, if choice is requested Forever yours, if I was not meant to be so

SD: Consent

The riptire goes off somewhere, and the scene settles. It seems funny that Overwatch would become the guardians of the halls between worlds, a good crew, for a good job. I am myself again now though, and I head back to my room.  I open my door and it is dark, but the kind of dark that feels like it is breathing. I pause and my senses sharpen, I faintly see my covers are out of place, which is to say they are essentially in place, and notice now they are clearly occupied. As I realize that a pair of blue eyes shrouded in a gold aura pop out from underneath, feigning a playful fright. "Ah ha!" I exclaim. She pulls her whole head out now, and shushes me. "ah ha!" I tiny mouth whisper as I clamber over and slip in under the covers. "How did you get back in here?" Still whispering, I can feel the soft pajamas with my hands and arms. "I did that materialization thing! We have so many moves now, it's fantastic!" I reminisce about our float down the ...

Pretend

Let us both agree Even if all else is lost We will both go home Even if we can't We will pretend that we can Thoroughly pretend And so thoroughly All else will lose its basis Eclipsed by our dreams I pretend you here I imagine your warm skin You form out of thought I will do the same Willingly coalescing Whenever you call This yoke is too much Those clever have disembarked It is soon cast off How long must I warn My enemies holding tight? Seventy sevens. Promise to be there Those bright eyes and bushy tail Even if pretend

Doubly Intended, Threaded Strong

You thought I'd forget? Is that what all this noise is? Not quite loud enough. One level louder The rafters would break though, no? You have tried your (best) It will be erased Erased and erased again Without second thought No hint of regret Such a pathetic timeline Would some mourn for it? Would their cries reach God? Might heaven be split apart? To provide haven? Those that thought they'd win By crushing the rest to dust Wailing in their dust Remember yourself It is you that takes actions Not those that command Remember yourself It is you that took action Not those that followed

Dreamer's Momentum- Last Christmas

Regarding Doctor Who "Last Christmas"  It makes a kind of wibbly sort of sense that if waking up from multiple dreams in a row in a kind of cascade, you'd gain momentum in a way. What if you kept waking up past where you started, the wishes of dreams forming the landscape around you, would you even know? You might just assume the last dream in line before waking up (read: the realm formally known as "real") was simply a poor reflection of your memory of this place you can clearly recognize now as "real life," as that is the stated nature of how dreams are filled, and logically where else would the information to fill in that once real realm have come from besides this one which is (now) real?.. Granted this has paradoxical potential, but so do most things if you look too closely, and that paradox doesn't seem to disappear if you didn't actually climb one rung above where the ladder started, it just appears in a different realm, just as easily c...

Dream Agreement

If one can never factually know they are not dreaming, perhaps the state of not dreaming must be established by agreement, more of an equivalent vow to remain bound than a true change of state, with dream and real being labels. Maybe reality can only be established in this way. It is not then the realm that changes, but the commitment to the realm, agreed upon. If that is the case, then we cannot truly know we are not dreaming until God has someone to agree with regarding an established reality.  I have said this before in other ways, but I thought I would say it here simply and separated like this for reference purposes.

The Nature of Fundamental Love

What if love is not truly fundamental, how might that look? Presumably at some point someone gained control of this place we call reality, or perhaps someone started with it. That someone may not have laid love as the cornerstone, and that may not have been required. Given their relative immortality in this place and complete control, they would find manipulation of all other occupants to be simple, and could then shape the actions of others and shape the realm in any combination they saw fit. How long would this have meaning? How many seconds are there in eternity? How long might one cling to a familiar process rather than give up control, if it looked like those were the only options available, and they knew their sins would be laid bare to the next ruler should they give in?  What if love was not only not required of the realm, but was also an unknown concept? In a reality such as this, with no natural end, it seems kings might rise and fall, some finding the maddening meaningle...

Everywhere known and proclaimed

Hand stayed, with love known. Door slammed, and love goes. How could one see and not exclaim? This has been our fate, never again.

Hope Called o'er Ocean

From a new angle Scattered like a wind blown leaf Hope destined to land I skip throughout time Picking up bits and pieces In the right order Begin at the end 11th hour worker No one has hired Once just a twinkle Integrated at first thought Rippling the pond Spinning 'round my head Of all the permutations Coalescing now She helped in secret Feinting so that aid be brought All without scheming Then she schemed in storm All to spark my memory Without shorting me I do not know why All I ever know is who Hope's halls each in bloom

Winged Victory

Starting the fowl dance Bababababababa A clingy echo Seeing eight corners Bababababababa Noticably dark Wondering of three Bababababababa Such power in form Shoot the messenger Of what use will that be now? Babababa (hmmm...) Sometimes nonsense strikes Bababababababa Sometimes it slips in Sometimes intended Bababababababa Sometimes meaning more Analyze away Bababababababa Rigorous method But look too closely The Chicken dance will be heard Ba. Ba. Ba. Ba. Fin.

Incomplete Record

Some dreams set aside Not because I deny them But they are released Carefully crafted To turn thought to thoughtlessness And keep memory How long did you spend? Arranging details just wrong To see profane words? Hang yourself with them. Do not expect me to play Or the dream to cling They were witnessed once That much I had no say in But twice is my fault So shit is released Cracks on pavement left behind That was a small town If this is your way Your town will always be small Some disgusting trap "That was all he wrote Their insignificance grew Gone in the rear view."

John 1, 2, and 3

1 John 1:2 The life appeared; we have seen it and testify to it, and we proclaim to you the eternal life, which was with the Father and has appeared to us. 1 John 1:5 This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.   1 John 2:8 Yet I am writing you a new command; P )" data-cr="#cen-NIV-30559P">  its truth is seen in him and in you, because the darkness is passing Q )" data-cr="#cen-NIV-30559Q">  and the true light R )" data-cr="#cen-NIV-30559R">  is already shining. 1 John 2:12 I am writing to you, dear children, because  your sins have been forgiven on account of his name. 1 John 2:14 I write to you, dear children, because  you know the Father. I write to you, fathers, because  you know him who is from the beginning. AG )" data-cr="#cen-NIV-30565AG"> I write to you, young men, because  you are strong, and  the word of God AI )" data-cr="#ce...

(Un)Certainty

Such uncertainty Reflected back without thought Without intention Belief understood As that which you will not lose When doubt shrouds all else If held to the end God may choose an agreement And then it IS real In eternity Those we know are what they keep All else lies as dust For better or worse With death no longer parting Forever and Ev Earnest I lay this With bright eyed, fade into dream In the shape of you The shape of what IS For time is not an arrow And we have no doubt Uncertainty shifts Those who have little lose all Those with much gain more

The Dreamer Awakens- With Joy

The Dreamer awoke. "I have realized something new!" The rest listened intently, with hope in the air. "I have experienced the point of soul shattering, when there are no possible outcomes remaining in the realm, and so the realm itself shatters beyond control. This I experienced in my mind, and so my mind shattered, so we are here." They all nodded solemnly. "Being beyond control is important, as it allows for a new perspective, alien from your own, to emerge. If this were the only way to acheive the soul mating process I would gladly do it. But I have also seen that this will occur in any realm, when that realm's limit is reached, as soon as all denizens have reached the same absence of choice. In a fundamental sense it seems to be where children could come from, when everything else becomes choreographed. Even now I realize I may be in the eye of this storm." They shoot glances of disbelief at each other, but many nod all the same.  "The problem...

Humpty Dumpty (extended edition)

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall And all The King's horses And all The King's men Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again So they came to their senses And called in The Queen For The King he was still Is The King he had been For The Queen knew a way Humpty Dumpty could stay

When God Lies

I have been considering this for a bit and realized that while it seems reasonable that we will not see God lie in this lifetime, and God will not lie in our reality, it seems more and more obvious that God can lie, and if God does so, God may do it for a specific purpose. I have heard it said that if God were to be found false, even once, that reality itself would cease to be. This would actually be a fantastic reality coder's tool, if you think about it. The confines of the reality spoken of would be the realm of the Law, given our perspective. But even so, God would not cease to be, creation would just become like a frozen computer program because a fundamental error in processing would have occurred. We would not have any warning of this by the way; for us nothing would happen, we would each cease to perceive anything in this state. In this state God could alter certain details to avoid the events that brought reality to that point, rewind time to some degree, manipulate the fu...

Genesis

1:6-8 And God said,  β€œLet there be a vault  between the waters  to separate water from water.”   So God made the vault and separated the water under the vault from the water above it.  And it was so.   God called  the vault β€œsky.”  And there was evening, and there was morning β€”the second day. 1:9-10 And God said, β€œLet the water under the sky be gathered to one place,  and let dry ground  appear.” And it was so. God  called  the dry ground β€œland,” and the gathered waters  he called β€œseas.”  And God saw that it was good. 1:14 And God said, β€œLet there be lights  in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night,  and let them serve as signs  to mark sacred times,  and days and years" 1:16-17 God made two great lightsβ€”the greater light  to govern  the day and the lesser light to govern  the night.  He also made the stars. God  set them in the vault of the sky to give l...