In my pocket I carry the most magical of tome’s
It can open into a book of faces to show me what others do
Allow me to see the world in their view
Let me see who is hanging on
And who is growing strong
And those who are often wrong

It can sing the 128 characters of the song of birds
That form the words
Of so many songs in the web of which the spider weaves
Allow me to sling the ancient curses with new verses

It can tumble into the looking glass
Or find the instant images of life
With weight of a gram

It can find misbegotten trust and untold lust
With the speed of megabytes per second
And hold unlimited knowledge with links to more

Meant to communicate yet now it’s use is up to fate
It’s magic goes unseen as the connection falters
And no one kneels at its alter
To sacrifice to the electronic gods of new age
Needed to defend the world from the blight
Of then often alternative right and left
That cannot coexist
Because within them them grow the extremist

While all the all while
I prefer to be the techno alchemist
Preaching the tao of the machine
And the folding of time
Into the binary rhyme
Of the secrets that go unseen
In the pages of history digitized
Before the lies


Walking Planes v1

Walking the planes

That trip reality

Ever vigilant

Making haste

For the touch of death

Tramples thru

The pondering’s of all I see


I smell the flesh on the bonfire of the damned

And lose my breath

To enchanting sight of time bending

And feel temporal extortion’s begin

To manipulate the fabric of all

As I am peeled from reality


All of this was preordained

And a bolt to the dome

Couldn’t of been more fitting

For lost in the crowd

Was I who in blissful ignorance

Lashed out with cruel ultimatums

To no avail

As the heard the bell


Spelling annihilation

For all including me

As a supreme verdict came

And armageddon reigned

Ending the game

River Song

Tragic magic abounds

As shadowed angels gather round

Spells fling like bible verses

As halls ring with ancient curses

Neither Heaven or Hell

No what story to sell

For in this dark night

Upon the quarter moon

That shines as bright as sun at noon

Enlightened demons take flight

And the lips that smile

May be mine bruised and bloody

As my eyes see the end to come down the long mile

For there is nothing so true as the muddy

Waters of right and wrong

Save perhaps the river’s song