Hey Hey
Sep 12, 2004, 03:36 PM
The Future is Not Grey
Crafted in grey silk, with delicate disposition
Sheen of lustre dew, no sculptor's form decision
Elevated and enrobed, to conceal the mighty rule
Of one and then of worlds, the most enlightened tool
A matrix of art and skill, embedded, captured, with reason
Reductionistic fervour fails to recognize, but treason
Then compliment the structure with waves of comprehension
Enabled for solution, imagination and dissention
As so far as imperfection does pervade the very cosmos
This gift from evolution craves to further from Erasmus
To perceive the very essence and refine to infallibility
Expand with inorganic and commune enhanced facility
Of where the journey ends, from matter or force destiny
Certainty resounds for interventionistic sanity
Native cravings for the knowledge, innate compulsion to decode
Results solution absolute, constructing every road
And seeking evermore, till all dimensions plunder
The marvels dossier filed and Einsteinian time to wonder
Then to rest for heaven found and surpassing even Trinity
Combining sentience here, teletransport with infinity
©2004 Hey Hey
Unknown
Sep 12, 2004, 03:42 PM
Very compelling and telling journey, Hey Hey.
I like it. It sounds like a personal declaration of discovery.
Reminds me of me sometimes,
Trip.
Unknown
Sep 12, 2004, 03:57 PM
nicely woven components, key concepts, trigger words, that seem to stem from numerous topics and dialogues on Mind-Brain.com.
I think Ambientsnowflake did one similar in the poetry board.
Hey Hey
Sep 12, 2004, 04:40 PM
I was just testing to see if there was anybody out there on this board, as no entries since 6th Sept.
Should just point out tho, it's not egotistical, not about me. Just about where the grey matter might go.
Jasper
Nov 02, 2004, 02:24 PM
Grey matter breeds far too much complancency for me, petal. And mine ain't black or white nor either or neither....not even nor odd, nor brindle at all!
I'll show you mine if you show me yours...but then I love to tease to please, with us both down on our knees. grrrrrrrrrrrllll...ppppuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr yippy kyi-aay, Buckeroos: lets ride this thing to death!
Nice poem also btw?
Love JAsper
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