I could rewrite my days
following crumbs back
through mysteries
I’d use different words
or fewer
but it would be the same story
David Trudel © 2013
I could rewrite my days
following crumbs back
through mysteries
I’d use different words
or fewer
but it would be the same story
David Trudel © 2013
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Tagged as blank verse, creativity, free verse, introspection, metaphor, nature of time, nostalgia, poetry, speculative philosophy
Synapses fire
Snapping off rapid fire shots of random thoughts
Which ricochet off walled up mindguards
Some of them
Broken up into fragments
Or buried in the dark void of forgetfulness
Some lonely few coalesce into ideas
Which may or may not require actions
Like expressions
Some kind of release
Some kind of ejection
Like photons traversing the interior of the sun
Then bursting from the surface to flare into eternity
A few slamming into earth just eight minutes later
Small wonder they burn
With the rage of interrupted space voyagers
Deprived of further shores
David Trudel © 2013
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Living in the mystery, we take so much on faith
Even the faithless
Here in the mystery of life on this world
Even atheist debunkers of wonders and the wonderful
Submit their faith to the laws of physics
To evidence of eyes and ears
But there are many of us who revel in mysteries
Listening to spirit whispers
Watching the interplay of ideas and ideals swirl
Into flawed reality only to fade and fall away
Coming and going momentarily
The way unbidden memories appear on internal newsfeeds
Like my first ever interaction with a computer
In that old department store, in a time when kids were unleashed
And capable of arriving back to square one
In the nick of time
Which, in itself, is a sacred holy mystery
In that old department store
Where a banner notice issued a challenge to try to beat the computer
At Tic Tac Toe
Which I did, over and over until I thought
Take that, asshole
Not realizing what the challenge really meant
Now, all these upgrades later I use my cribbage app
To beat the computer
Which I do
Still not realizing that the challenge is to not engage
In a dialogue of any kind with a machine made by a corporation
With a machine based on absolutes
The challenge is to revel in the mystery
And to listen to the whispers of the spirits on the wind
Finding that place where normal is unhinged
Living in the mystery
David Trudel © 2013
How are you?
There’s a question we ask each other a lot
Answering glibly that we’re fine or good
When really we’re troubled and stressed out
Tense and preoccupied
With nagging injuries that cause us pain
Enthralled to Chronos until transcendence springs us free
Terminally human and trapped inside our skin
And that’s not even answering the how of us
How do these elemental particles charged with creation’s divinity
Hold together in the constant becoming of self
What are the cosmic answers to philosophical mysteries of being
And how are we are in relation to what baseline of normalcy
So the next time you see me
Don’t ask me the usual
Unless you want to leap into a Proustean torrent of immediacy
Deconstructing three little words into a philosophical search for the meaning of life
Trending back to the moment when time began
And the clock started to run out
That’s just how I am
David Trudel © 2013
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Fact of the matter is that matter’s naught
Hard edges an illusion of suspended animation
It’s not about fingertips to fingertips
Or even tongue to tongue liquidity
When you get down to it
Really down to the minutia
Where solids become constellations
Small points within large spaces
We hold more room than we imagine
Voids of emptiness held together by faith and hope
Universes of possibilities contained within perceived limits
Even more outside
Beyond imagination where divinity normalizes
Everything
So that there are no limits to restrict potentialities
Infinity is alpha and omega wide
Everything and nothing
David Trudel © 2013
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Speculative wonderers
Search the skies
Looking for starlight companions
Precursors
Yet, perhaps those UFOs
Chariots of gods and goddesses
Aren’t from some distant planet at all
But from a different time
Simply human after all
Slipping through time
Unburdened by the linearity commanded by Cronos
Who was slain, after all
Eons ago
Or following another line of thought
Notice the similarity between star maps
And our own inner space
Maybe we are part of infinite chain of beings
Nesting Russian dolls
Leading inward
Leading outward
To a platonic ideal
Of twelve companions
Sharing an infinity together
Outside of what we know of time and space
Staving off boredom
Through observing the complexity of life
Human struggles
To them
We are the night’s show
Just part of the multi-channeled universe
David Trudel © 2012
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