Techlobytic Needs

My vitamins are an antibiotic
My vaccines a vitamin

If Famines bring Death Disease and War
And War brings Famine Disease and Death
And death, etc.
World War Three is literally skin disease and bone cancer

Let food be thy medicine someone wiser than me thought
Chronicled through the ages in every food cult
A new book, Eat to Beat Disease
Says vitamins are useless, that foods are synergistic...
Synergistic, there's a word to hang your hat on..
An interplay of words making powerful words into Rememberance
perhaps when pertaining to poetry secretly exchanged in privacy.
Like a criminal, in black...

I know not why fungi make the best antibiotics
Perhaps because bacteria have been trying to kill it for millenia
I know not why vaccines become this free ball on a game of pin&flipper
Perhaps because they cost next to nothing to regular treatment

There are questions that contain the answer, they're called problems
Like in Math, unanswerable unless copied down and manipulated
What impossible questions do you have?
Copy them down, make a book so others may take a look
Comment them in, ask you trusted companion

Ask God for all I care
But just know, there doesn't have to be a right answer
Life isn't rocket science
Just know the right answer often seems unimpressive.

Calcitic Existence

The rivers' spring and swollen birth,
The water has broken, new earth.
The valleys are fertile again,
New cries of life as birds return.

Amidst the destruction and dismay...
Comes the strain hardening that failed.
The venn says three,
We are capable of three, before we abandon memory;
And roll back and wake to whatever is happening
For bones heal harder than they broke

The five and seven of it are real,
We experience causation after all...
But perhaps on our myopic scrutiny
Proves false to deconstructions of logic.
Even though, perhaps life builds on the broken
While building both Up and Down for succor.

An Epic River - a prompt from Poets and Writers

Music on cold Wind
Distant Melodies of Times Past
want of another, windchimes

The voices from the Sky, redoubt
Decisions and acts of earthly domain

I do not always reply, they do not always ask my permission
Trespassing, harassment.. I think they care
while maybe they don't think I matter

The bridge has come and gone, but at least we've awakened to our life
There is now revolution in the air, and burning time scented wind

Death, Disease, Famine, War
These too fill the vacuum of empty countries now
These too scent the winds of ignorance

There is trouble on my left, and trouble on my right
And now the midnight dogs have bitten into innocence
To find their innocence the less for it

And war is hell, again
Much like being illiterate rhymes with ignorance
As the sun rises like it's painted red
But same difference, this is us, too

Unable to read the lines of history
Paying higher prices, For what maybe we've already peaced
But certainly for what we don't know, out

Beyond everything, everyone
Besides that which we think we've figured to know
Out beyond in vast expanses of galactic time&space
In seas of sparse stars and dark, we

Do sail like Schrodinger's cat in space
So open the box, and live!

Expanding Electricity

Electric Universe rides an ocean of photons
With neutrinos tunneling through this sea
Into a nother being whom captures the fleeing neutrino
One of a billion
While the electron sludges along pushing the next one
In their electron seas of metal and conductivity
Our electric sea with nothing, is maybe made of everything

The loop is closed, the strings have died, we get what we give

And vast universe of photonic energy pushes along the next quanta
Until maybe, one day, we tunnel and push a harriet, or victoria, or someone
Space is not empty, it's filled with hydrogen, dust, asteroids, comets
This cosmic energy is shifted because of it
So When the photon pushes forward into the double-slit
Quanta has to go both, because it is behind the experiment
Hasn't reached, hasn't split with quanta pushing the quantum manifest
As both wave and particle dipping and swelling forward, bleeding forward together
So maybe HAS to go both because while expanding, and out forward spout and around
Essentially barely moving about as both wave and particle, according to Maxwell.

Wherefore what tunneled person can come to tout having traveled faster than Space&time!?

Wintered Memory of Spring

In Summer's Idyll
And relaxed evening
The fruit comes
To bring the feeding

And corn and wheat
And most everything
Efflorescences in their bringing

And what fruit
What grape is grasped
When paycheck or grain
Is at last
In one's pocket or silo has?

What ending?
What beginning?
With labor done, and new plan dawning...
What life is dawning with your love in hand?

It is the night that divides the day
And the day that destroys the night
For life is buried in shit
And the seeds of sorrow are not
But What One Buried to Reap

Our lives, or our hope
Our love, or our jokes
Maybe our yesterday, but certainly...
Our tomorrow