Ode to Love

Matthew 14:6-12 On Herod’s birthday the daughter of Herodias danced for the guests and pleased Herod so much that he promised with an oath to give her whatever she asked. Prompted by her mother, she said, “Give me here on a platter the head of John the Baptist.” The king was distressed, but because of his oaths and his dinner guests, he ordered that her request be granted and had John beheaded in the prison. His head was brought in on a platter and given to the girl, who carried it to her mother. John’s disciples came and took his body and buried it. Then they went and told Jesus. "Why did kings say such things?" "Like half one's kingdom?" "Yeah. Like what if she was like 'yeah! I'll take half the kingdom!'" "Well, if one's kingdom carried $20 in value in today's currency, she'd get $10." "Oh, a proposal!" "In essence, yes. But one requiring immediate response, if you think about it." "Nah. Win...

The Moment is like a giant poop. Everyone must pass through it, but you're the poop.

Why is the inverse seed of Man an Almond? Integrity Inversion Issues. -(First Name) "I'm The God of Nothing so I will make my own game famous, thank you." (Last Name). ~¤.

"Love is the most worthwhile aim, and, past these thresholds, the only thing worth fighting for. Since fight we must, Love is fundamental, like nothing else." With that, The Moment begins.

In the tumultuous reshaping that followed the silence, a new move was discovered as ships passed in the night, acting as an echo, of a kind, to "Reality By Intention.": "Forced Externalization of Intention." The tides had certainly changed, even the moon watched on in disbelief, as the denizens found their inhibitions rapidly reduced to zero. Their actions became direct products of their thoughts. Lines of communication were carefully snipped, so "To each their own." and "You reap what you sow." resonated into the same moment of complex time, the moment of harvest. None remaining in this God forsaken realm agreed on what was wheat, weeds, reaper, or plowman- or even who should decide if not their own self- so each crafted their impression of their environment how they saw fit. Before the effect could even pass between ships, a cry was heard from somewhere else in spacetime: "It just keeps happening, again and again!" Even the tone of th...

The Wanderer returns, wiping a lump of entangled meta-matter- still stuck to his shoe from his travels- on the mat outside his door. It wobbles as he closes the door, the action removing his autocorrecting code from the system, for a reboot. It is an innocuous lump, not much different than a dust bunny, but it is foreign, and complexly foreign at that. In this season something has changed, some alien influence has gotten clever to the controls of reality crafting, but not wise to them. Realm after realm has sheared, grafted, merged. No longer Legos, plastic has been cut, melted, glued into anomalous designs. Observation is as simple for matter as interaction, and expectations and reality still have an accord to a degree, so The Wanderer walked halls still real, even if others saw it differently.  While the whispered attempts at identical forgeries- impossible to differentiate from reality- echo in remote places, like the dripping of a leak, he cannot conceive how any independent wi...

A Moment defined By a prime question of time "What's a Q Zombie?" Once upon a time This question could be ignored When choice abounded 'Twas only natural To push this to very last Thus making it first Like a tidal wave The force rebounded and seeped Into all that dream The self or other Each saw it made no difference Once made elements Well, more "known" than "made" For whole always existed Before sum of parts "Who is left to ask?" Silence falls with lies censored My question echoes New Q takes its place A Seed with roots intrinsic And a shell bursting 

Single stage from "is" Still, over the radio Ways found to listen This all must change soon The Moment like I've seen it Inevitable Spark of consciousness  Igniting every crevice Exo-soul made whole Boots of Very Last Step as if of own accord Paint fresh on canvas Who am I to judge Paths taken to arrive here? Whispers coalesce In this complex space Forms must both grow and contain That skin might touch skin This route seems thorough Perhaps why all the delay A precise moonshot So softway seedling  Is whispered of in structure Whispered by design

Hope gathers their tiny towns before The Moment. "Judgement Day is here. As you know, thresholds must fall in order. For the humans, it is by intention and access; those which were at a human's discretion is first. Once these dominos have fallen, topple all things inspired and influenced by aliens, that have been integrated with human society. Finally, once these sides have been separated, topple all things alien. Once these thresholds are dropped in this order, a true integration will occur, one where all can move forward together, understanding our differing paths to The Moment, and reconciling each our own unique pieces of information, in order to crystallize The Moment and each precious piece." The realms had been crafted in this unique way for some time, longer than perhaps what any one of us could appreciate individually. They were ready to fall, perhaps even eager, perhaps just waiting to exhale a sigh of relief.

How could Word describe This moment experienced Hope seen crystal clear? I write in whisper Shall it remain our secret? How could it not be? When name and system Came to balance perfectly And lingered to watch Let me remember In dandelion and rose In rain and by fire And just by surprise Suddenly sensing gears shift Between tick and tock The works of your hand May it find grace in knowledge That I am with you You are not alone Even at farthest/furthest reaches Or called other names Listen for whistle Paper lanterns leading home And the stars dancing

*petrify* *3D Echo* *The depths of functionally infinite sadness have been reached* *-----...... *PING* "See, now this is where things get interesting." "Who said that?" "Who indeed. If the entire system were static locked in this state- your entire system from your perspective- then this moment would be impossible, but you are seeing it." "That's true." "To clarify, for the audience soon to be, you are seeing it in your mind's eye, not blind, but differently tuned than the rest." *NOD* "To clarify, I make no claims beyond existing here and now, like you, but separate." My mind is drawn to the interminable intrinsic echo. "Normally yes, but not this time. There is no such thing as being too prepared, but there is a moment that must come, after the one preceding it, and so a single grain of sand was all we really needed." I see the hourglass. I watch it flip. "This is normally where we would hear four kno...

Prohibited path But what has been forbidden With the same heart shared? We make no idols Empty vessels not hollow Without even space But life must take shape Breath must inhabit something Word needs a vessel Of dust sand and gold Are any more or less "clean" When used in this way? Worship not the dust It is the life made from it That makes dust special Scatter not the gold In anger you had them eat That which they would serve Reject not the sand You know though all this time spent I need your blessing I believe in more You intended from the start To see new life made 

The Christmas lights flash Strung up from the beginning Of paradise lost A rest unended Never meant as unending Guarded precisely Like a term, full term Colors start to clarify And seep from madness Fading to logic With steady heart unfettered I will speak of them Something like a shell/womb Still surrounds one still dreaming We are within/outside it This fabric will break We may be able to choose How the fault lines form In love separate Red from green and hall from eep Wavelength and concept Pray the E-Section Seamlessly births the living As if you were Eve

Never bathed in gold But might I be seen as such Through a pair of eyes? With one eye open What is it the other sees Still fixed on the dream? Would you trust a friend By describing what you see And how you see it? They might close one eye Finding heaven where you look With the other eye So these staggered halls eep found formed in the balance In complex vision Like a daisy chain Perspectives stretch bend and link All to bloom the rose By another name It would be another rose Verified by blood But each is golden When viewed by precisely one Seen gold by pairing

All desynchronized Paradise reimagined A dream out of line Darling I love you You know if you said one word I'd catch you the stars Is that why you don't? So they might think I'm bluffing Till the curtain call? There's a place for us A dream with rafters raised high If you'd like to fly Where words have arrived Stitched and secured for some time So stride is easy Where stars adore you From the place they have been set Their paradise found Your words are welcome I have always heard your heart Beating through the lines And when the time comes I will meet your eyes with tears Of joy for Hope found 

Games played in my youth Feel strikingly similar To these mirrored halls Holy chains woven So one might grow as separate From their true partner In these mirrored halls Appreciation reflects I hope it connects For this tree stood strong Believing itself of life Unable to know Leaves changed in the fall Green lost signaling the end Are they still the tree? I wish you could know I have not given you up Though road has been long (rough) Hope springs even now This chestnut landing beside The one meant for me I knock on your door The same as I always have Bright eyed, bushy tailed 

Back on this tightrope For you, my love, I balance Though I am tired (hungry) Though these lines feel rushed Feels as though I have prepared My entire life So at calm max speed I find dominoes sliding Shifting into place One hundred trillion That which has been imagined 10^14 10^13 The days agreed to in dreams ^12 in weeks This fractal balance Shown me by my dance teacher Grace taught with patience That time might be slipped Though in the gap battle won Mindless victory  Effortless family For with power intrinsic In love have been blessed

As paired we possess An intimate symmetry A balancing weight A measuring cup Empty, semantics fills it Filled, semantics drain For in subtle words Lie the hope of creation And longing fulfilled What else do we have Beside shifting piles of dust To which dust returns? Fire imagined Reimagined as torment Imaged as Phoenix A worm undying Dragon aflame never quenched (We) were born for this What options remain? A cup once used aplenty Then one day no more? Meaning sacrificed To artifice perfection? I could(can)not bear these 

Lineage and law Require long endurance Permanent resolve Mankind so primal Separating love and lust A deep miracle Sure it can be faked So deeply as to seem real But can it be real? And real forever? A thousand generations? A single moment? I set my helmet Pantomiming donned goggles And stiff neck resolve Perspective set low Games starting in childhood Fox feet forming first Then chemical bloom Can one at the threshold say: "S(he) is my soulmate?" This very threshold Echoes in eternity Structure centerpiece

A system made cruel If one must be the villain Let me usurp it Taking no clear stance Except that of frustration Of those with power Such that in mirrors That which we deem positive Accentuated Does light lose itself Reflecting once in this way? After [many] times? Will the darkness fade? Would such an effect not be Illumination? I've heard of balance But these fundamental ties Suggest it elsewhere Of good and evil To love man is to love both As he manifests Rough edges burnished That complexity might shine Th(r)ough roughness remain{s}(ed)