First Light Machine

An artful whisper
A beautiful stare
A vanishing comet
That learned not to dare.

A glancing cheekiness
With a vision for flare
In an elegant balance
Of a stars special glare.

A timely reminder
And a vision to share
In the briefest of moments
Makes the unknown seem fair.

Milliseconds tick quickly
They gather together to form
Moments
Pockets of reality and time.

Time ticks slowly
Gathering the energy of now
To form the present
On the heals of the past.

Grim reminders of nature’s hell
Exposes the dying inner shell
For impassioned screams and rampant yells
Does nothing to stop the oceans swell.

A quantum universe
Is all there is
An illogical argument
Between what’s hers and his.

The illusions of meaning
Can be terribly painful
When searching for answers
And finding them shameful.

Slender mechanics work with haste
On foiling science as a religious race
Working alone, and without grace
Strikes their chord for logical waste.

Ripe mechanics back to face
Slowly fickle trickle race
Working strongly, but without grace
Frames the present in unseemly space.

Evidence of character
Lies scarce
In the culture
Of progress.

Intelligence of mind
Erased quickly
In the mist
Of passion.

Elegance of wit
Duly challenged
From the signs
Of life.

Create the images
Of your Mind
In the Past.

Create the silence
Of your Youth
In the now.

Create the love
Of your uncertainty
In the Future.

Create the structure
Of your Happiness
With yourself.

Speculation and investigation
Allow for rampant perspiration
A model of hesitation
Of a self fulfilling demonstration
A good guess sensation.

Situations of violent degradation
Allow for rampant temptation
A show of hesitation
For an awe inspiring revelation
A shocking obliteration.

Powerful messages of solace
And dreams
Re-direct the tools of pain
And Anger
To tolerate the loneliness of reason.

Crying tears of abandonment
And fame
Re-direct the voices
Of pain
To extinguish the terribleness of living.

Loss of energy
And taste
Leads to deep speculation
Of a causal embrace.

Loss of affection
For conversation waste
Is a statement for silence
In love’s quiet race.