Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
Putting your beliefs out there for all to see
Rallying among people of like mind
Order out of the chaos of the moment
That’s when the cause can gain momentum
Engaging those that were on the fence
Such that the need would codify into a moment written about in history books
That future gatherings would morph into celebration
She cuddled up to him under the covers
Pulling her body along his to get warm
Outside the wind blew and the cold rain fell
Outside the chaos of jobs and bills demanded attention and yet…
None of that mattered. They were together in that moment
Focused on manufacturing
And maximizing profits
Creating parts and pieces for consumption
Then spitting them out into the hopefully accepting world
Ordering the chaos of creation into ridged steps
Reaching for peek throughput and yields
Yet that damn Murphy was always on the visitor’s list
The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic
Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form
Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass
Handing it off to the whisperers of binary
Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast
Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation
Lifting it from an inanimate object
Obscuring the line between animated and animator
Giving the world a new fascination that
You can hold in your hand
Maybe you think you know what is going on
You think you have the solutions to life’s final exam
Still I wonder if the answer key has even been made yet
There seems so much chaos and disorder
Every time I turn around, I find that my current guess was not quite right
Really most of the time I was flat out wrong. It gets quite frustrating
Yet still every day I get up and try to solve my little corner of life’s …
Solid pieces of imagination
That are forced into reality through the writer’s skill and anxiety
Order forged out of the chaos of emotions
Released into the world to live or die upon the whims of readers
Yet likely the author will mourn either way
Copious clownfish crowded the reef
Organized chaos of shifting schooling patterns
Racing along the bright bony protrusions
As the sun lazily drifted down through the water
Lighting a piece of aquatic perfection
Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes
I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos
Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures
Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave
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Perceiving the world through the lens of the soul
Ordering the chaos while making order more chaotic
Everything is their purview, and yet they focus on the basic building blocks
Those are love, loss, hope, despair and the building blocks of humanity
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
Author and poet
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
Story world
SkEtChEs of my everyday life through tiny words, artworks, quotes, clips, and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
Never Short On Words 