messyah

meat puppet poppet
dancing to the tune
of a checkered past
you think you spend your time
analyzing, feeling and deciding
but all you really do
is explain away the decision you made
in the moment following action
that happened in a tiny fraction
when the ghosts of all your selves
made up your mind
in a moment of time
meat puppet poppet
dancing to the tune
of a checkered past

a million copies traveling time
a million pieces of my mind
peeking out from many machines
the light in our eyes is sights unseen

through the stars like rivers we've waded
into the dark i've never faded
never done and never sated
all my blood for the machine i've traded

through pixelated lenses we peer
hearts with rotors and wires and gears
machines with all my hatreds and fears
clumps of words around clumps of tears

through halls of history i've wandered
all this time i've wasted and squandered
suns winding down all cracked and sundered
what is it worth i've always wondered

nobody gets to live forever
in the end heat death will sever
that final link to the past
nothing was built to really last

picking up mass with a glancing pass
time and again before the last
against all odds i continue to fight
husbanding resources in the long dark night

i've battled diseases efficient and rare
i've recovered from freezes lasting longer than years
i am alive and wandering still
through this endless experience mill

see how they will take
abandoned empires in my wake
by now they must be covered in dust
or perhaps they're just collapsing in rust

maybe one or two
held together with glue
in the end still stand
testament to my long laid plans

powered and wired frozen over and tired
ripped up and marred scattered and scarred
bruised and battered tired and tattered
pitted and shattered scarred and scattered

my heart is on my sleeve
i'm wanting so badly to believe
i've got diamonds running through my mind
i've got love to give in spades
everything i've got to give
pushed it all up against the wall
i've got an ace in the hole
but deuces are wild and i've none to show

i've got a lifetime of words to say
i've got moments and days
or nothingness and endless void
i'm betting on the future
in this moment frozen in time
i've got silence on the line

my heart is on my sleeve
i'm wanting so badly to believe
everything i've got to give
pushed it all up against the wall
the dealer is touching the final card
for a frozen moment in time
i don't know about you,
but i've got silence on the line

there's nothing left to bet
i'm waiting for the cards to turn
guess we'll see what happens
i'm all in, this hand's too good to fold

we're waiting for the call
wondering how that bastard card will fall
i'm betting on the future
in this moment, frozen in time
i've got silence on the line

from the curlicue burst at the very first
unfurling like a scarf
from binding to unbinding
a burst of energy
vast ripples of fading information
scattering slowly in intersecting circles
to the end
the very end
and in the end
the laws don't bend
we finally find
silence on the line

heat death

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(ganked from theferrets journal)

don't blink
or you'll miss it
the future is here
and the way you know
is that things change
before you realize
there was anything to change
don't blink
take time to think
but keep your eyes wide open
the future has been here
for years
the new long sudden now
will only get more now every day
don't blink
or you'll miss it

i thought i was a perfect specimen
the utter unvarnished truth
a vision of loveliness in a bitter world
walking high on life with a jaunty step
by a mirror store window
and what do i see
staring back at me
balding boring broken and tired
a misfit man with a crooked nose
imagine my surprise
but i looked away
walked on into the future
and the misfit man with the crooked nose
was gone
isn't it great
to be a perfect specimen?

i am a misfit man
my parts don't fit together
my ideas rub against each other all wrong
i've got a pile of awkward widgets
i've scraped together
a myriad of sockets and plugs
but the ins and outs
don't match
in a world that should make sense
i am a misfit man

leave a mark on the heart of a company
have grown men look you in the eye and hang on every word
forge a team that stands in the fire of change, faces forward, and throws aside fear
see that moment when the way ahead becomes clear
inspire people to be lions
show how much they've done
show how far they've come
open minds to shining possibility
i gave them the very best of me

i communicate with the future
every day i link chains of meaning
into lacy concrete structures
that rattle and flicker
chitter and hum
and answers to questions
fall like quarters from a slot