Category Archives: Evolution
Nothing To Nothing
We begin as nothing
But can grow into Kings
Or crawl deep in ourself
And become nothing again
This is your life
Could it be stranger
A misfits delight
You’ll fit right in
Don’t you worry
Ignore the dangers
But remember here
The point’s to win
As the years
Pave the road to sorrows
Your fears
Buried under lies
Steal what you can
Keep all you borrow
And feel the walls
Crumble in on paradise
For we begin as nothing
But can grow into Kings
Or crawl deep in ourself
And become nothing again
As you tie rope
To hang all your dreams
Die of hope
And desperation
Death an escape
Now it seems
From mindless madness
And frustration
So don’t lead your soul
To the gallows
Don’t leave your soul
To be damned
Beware the cold
Beware shadows
And beware
The red-eyed
Whispering man
Beware
The red-eyed
Whispering man
Beware
The red-eyed
Whispering man
You know we begin as nothing
But can grow into Kings
Or crawl deep in ourself
And become
Nothing
Again
~CLS~
The Universe Engineer
The World of My Imagination’s Photo-Prompt Flash Fiction Challenge.
Submissions must be 500 words or less, and feature the picture and all five words: Spider, Race, Machine, Muscle, & Engineer.
My submission…
THE UNIVERSE ENGINEER
In the night the giant, ungainly spider moves. On malformed legs propelled through dense forest slow. Rustle of living leaves above. Crackling of the dead below.
Whisper of westerly wind. A soft earthly sigh. With deliberate strides it journeys under branch, leaf, and vine that hides the moon and sky.
A second accursed of spider race now strides abreast the first in midnight’s dark. Third and fourth shambling arachnids join in time. As hidden moon ends celestial arc.
Misshapen, mutant spiders all. A hundred years through forest nights they tramp. Canopy above shakes from passing. Leaves fall in darkness like dying bats.
Three younger, less warped walkers find first four at pre-dawn’s hour. Smaller these be. Lighter of leg. Yet, command not the old ones’ power.
Truth revealed in morning’s light. Sun breaches forest canopy. No spiders things these walkers. The legs are roots. The dark hid trunks of ancient Dryad trees.
These Dryads, this mystic race, a pool they find that Eternal glistens. Roots bring them near water’s edge. Silent. Still. With leaf and branch, bark and gnarl they listen.
The heat, light, and life. First day’s sun rays calm waters feel. Then shimmer. Now hum. As the Great Machine, with primal gears, turns the cosmic wheel.
Brilliant beam of pure white radiance. From Void, through space, then stratosphere. To center of the Eternal pool. Upon this rides the Engineer.
She, He, It is all things. Dryads bow. Leaves in reverence rustle. A seeming apparition, this Engineer, save, its living, loving, laboring heart of mortal muscle.
Heartbeats of the world. Of rocks , of trees, of languid pools, sun rays, and moon beams. Its thump-thump the spinning of the earth, the boiling core’s hum, the harmonic of the great Machine.
Yet, with each beat mortal muscle withers. Life bleeds from the Engineer. All Her, His, Its love given unto death. Sap drips from bark and bow. Ancient Dryad tears.
Night couples again with day. Waters caressed by Sun’s last fingers of flame. Silent now the Engineer’s heart. He, She, It forever fades.
Return from whence they walked “crippled spiders” do. A solemn tree upon each back. Engineer’s gifted love felt as ground meets stepping root. All hundred years upon the track.
A millennium of hourglass sands fall. Alas! A call Dryads again hear. Summoning their race to witness as they have all time. The Machine of the Cosmos, the Lover of all Things, the Universe Engineer.
Word Count – 407
~CLS~
Goddess’ Eyes
Dark blue night
Points of light
Dead tree silhouette
Against the sky
Blood and birth
Pain then life
Smile of the Goddess
In a mother’s eyes
I see the magic in your eyes
I see something tragic in your eyes
Bright sun rays
Newborn’s face
Become now Self
For finite days
Life and loss
Loved ones die
Shade of the Goddess
In a widow’s eyes
I see the magic in your eyes
I see something tragic in your eyes
Guilt like Hell
Death of Self
Buried in the Void
Where souls once dwelt
Return alive
A truth realized
Gift of the Goddess
In Enlightened eyes
I see the magic in your eyes
I see something tragic in your eyes
I see the magic
I see the tragic
In the Goddess’ Eyes
~CLS~
Mother Earth
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
A warm breeze
Dries my eyes
So I might see
The stars
Listening
And glistening
In the sky
And when I feel this way
Don’t leave my side
Don’t turn away
Hold my hand
And keep me
From being
Frightened
Of the
Dark
The bitter frost
Of endless space
No I cannot bare
To face it
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
And when I leave my friends
The ones I love
Will I ever
Know them again
Or will I understand
Their tenderness
Their loveliness
And when I feel this way
Hold me close to your bosom
And set me down to lay
Forever and
Ever
Press your body into mine
As if your soul
Could enter
Me
Am I to lie here
Endlessly
Alone in death
Eternity
For I could cry
A million tears
For a single day
Or a thousand years
Without my
Friends
Oh Mother Earth
I’m going down
And soon the sun will set
I will forget
All is silent
And I cry
I
Cry
~CLS~
Love to Steve Wolf who wrote the original version of this song, but I cannot, for all the years passed, remember it but as an inspiration. I love you, Brother, and miss you.
I know
I know it feels
Like your drowning
The cold and fear
You’re sinking down in
A last breath
Pray for guidance
Embrace death
Lay in silence
I know the pain
Of this passing
There’re no answers
To what you’re asking
There’s only Void
What’s beyond
Let go of all
Fear holds on
I know it’s hard
Your Ego dying
It cannot serve
The enlightened
So say goodbye
This is your moment
End your Self
End your torment
I am Void
Am nothing
No nothing
Non-existence
Only consciousness
To create
Anything
Everything
What sublime
Simplicity
I know it feels
Like Heaven
But it’s just being
In the moment
You can touch
All that you feel
What were dreams
You now make real
I know it seems
Like freedom
Yet many souls
Fall prey to demons
Sisters, brothers
Hopeless, wandering
Lost forever
Without your suffering
I know it feels
Like your drowning
Knowing fear of Hell
You must go down in
A final test
There is no guidance
Thier souls for yours
Eternal Silence
~CLS~
Unseen
Unrepentant he glares. His undisguised anger boiling, seeping. He points with a finger of his mind, and he accuses.
“Your crimes are too great, too heinous for you to dare to counter so,” I declare.
His defiance lessens none. His stare remains spiteful.
I turn to the jury—these fine twelve clones of justice—and all give a slow, and solemn nod.
“Your Honor,” I address the Judge, “the accused here before you, as you can well see, offers no admission, no remorse. No, your Honor; not even a single tear has he shed for his terrible trespasses.” Now it is my finger that extends, seemingly of its own accord, and finds its way to point at the Accused.
The Judge, looking much like the Jury, closes his eyes, and offers me, and all those bearing witness, the same slow nod of understanding. He is guilty, it says. Proceed. And so I do.
“The charges are as follows, your Honor, and esteemed members of the Jury…”
I clear my throat. The accused snickers.
“He who stands shackled before you, my dear peers, has many crimes; any of which singularly uttered, and convicted of, would damn him. So let us not toil, brothers, with a lengthy oration of the Accused’s many felonies against us. Instead, let me bring to light but one … Treason!”
The Jurors look to one another, shock unhidden from expressions. Further away, in the deep dark, the Witnesses murmur amongst themselves, their many voices a hum, a beehive of a thousand androgynous clones.
A wry smile curls at the corner of the Defendant’s mouth.
“Yes, Treason,” I continue, “against a hundred years of meticulous tradition, against—dare I say?—Family!”
The courtroom explodes in an uproar. Shouts fly, spittle sailing close behind. Twelve Jurors’ fingers point, untold others from the shadows thrust their digits at the Accused, and, more importantly, the Judge himself stands, and points with his oaken gavel.
“Guilty!” he declares.
“Guilty!” follows the Jurors’ chorus.
“Guilty!” comes the affirmation from the multitudes in the dark.
Now it is I who smile.
The Accused is hauled away to his fate, and we, his judges in this, follow to bear witness to the end of rebellion.
To a tall post he’s chained. Log and tinder are piled below.
I am handed the torch that will end this, and bring the course of the Family’s dark channels back to an even flow.
Stepping to the timber stacked high, I lift my head to gaze with satisfaction one last time so I might take with me his terror, and know my righteousness—the righteousness of us all—was well founded.
My shock nearly drives me rearward, as I see no terror at all, but instead that same sneer, that same mocking mouth that hints at knowing something of great consequence that all of us have somehow failed to recognize.
I linger but an instant, then turn away, dropping the torch upon the fuel of his much deserved end as I do so. I hear flames crackle behind, and walk away. The faces of the Judge, Jury, and glowing masses in the dark, stare up at the Convicted.
Yet they do not gloat. They instead gasp. Then, as before, they all point.
I turn to see him, the Convicted, my Nemesis, my defeated foe, engulfed in flame. He screams not. He smiles still. How? Why? A singular thought had by all minds whose eyes behold what mine do.
Then I am answered.
My robes catch fire. My hair ignites, then my body, as if one of the logs from the inferno of the Condemned, bursts into roaring flame.
I scream, harmonizing with the Judge, Jury, and all the Witnesses as they too burn.
Over the great din of the whipping flames, and with the last of my consciousness, I hear him, the Condemned laughing, and I know the truth…
He is me.
He is us all.
For Love of My Shadow 