Force of Creation – a poem

Crisis indeed lies at the core of creativity,

Ever present tensions pour with distance,

Bands pulled to tightnesses beyond tolerance,

Held there for unknown orders from old days

When the sun was a chariot god, we beholden.



Voltage Limiter – a poem

The need to rebel against reason rides strong

Despite long years of conditioning, combined

With resistance ever varying, unceasingly

Changing from one mode to another, low

Volts and high wattage that scream to be heard.


Equilibrium – a poem

Patterns engrained to colour the water

Of futures undreamt of, lay as stones

Under the surface, oozing vitriol from

Pores unseen, unknown until the surface

Atrophies, begins to crack and bleed.

Constant pressure lacking purpose, prized

Above natural reactions or considered

Responses for answers calm, measured,

Yet despondence reigns from that rigidity

Too long claimed without valid reasoning.


Perfect Flawfections – a poem

Perfection is overrated, our flaws define

Us in ways we’d see not without others

To observe, their patience a mirrored

Reflection, pool to absorb the ripples

Of our manifold inherent madness.


Rides rarely slow for us to take stock,

Our surroundings fast paced, lived

Through lenses tinted at times sped

Past limits of experience to confound,

Made simple by flawed reflections.


Biohazards – a poem

Rapidity in change of states marks severity

From those small leavings, become cultures

Wherein breed those spores of life primordial,

Seeking escape, to coalesce, to multiply.


Level 5 is the name of the game here, today,

Containment with protection, culled cultures

Spread strange liquids beneath the surface

Of admixtures agitated until gooey clean.


Rinse, repeat, the methodology stays solid

As we remove one after another, enemies

Felled for space, freedom and far more

Under the banner of worlds free from…