Black

By Andrea Garcia

Black

Nothing to See

Black

Cold to touch

Black

Void of feeling

Black

The unknown

Black

Opposite of white

Black

Mix it up - grey

Black

At the bottom, looking up

Black

Move into the light

White

Home

Matrix

A matrix is like life.


If I turn right, will I be right                                                                 
Or if I turn left will I be right 
Or if I turn right will I be wrong 
And if I turn left will I be right? 

Or are both directions wrong for me
Or are both directions right for me.  

And if I have a friend along, 
If I turn right, and he turns left, 
Who will be right and who will be wrong, 
Or if we both turn right or we both turn left, 
Again what will the out come be. 

No one will know until they play the game.
And in the Dance of Life game with our friends and ourselves

A matrix is formed.










***note****was helping my son who is in college visualize a matrix in words and this is what I came up with....

Grimace

Grimace

Smile on vacation
Returning to late to help
To right a sad wrong.

Out My WIndow

Out side my window

Dark and dreary

Nothing stirs

But the wind.

No birds on the feeder

No birds in the bath

No birds in the air

Just the wind.

Branches sway

Leaves tumble

Whistling can be heard

Thanks to the wind.

Clouds skitter by

Wispy little ghosts

Moving ever so quickly

On the tails of the wind.

Tomorrow a new day will break

The sun will come out

The birds will sing, eat and bath

Accompanied by the wind.

Blood.....

Drop by drop

The words flow out, STOP

Don't leave me!

Poetics - Sci-Fi 11/16/13

New Horizons

Cold and dark
So far from home
Will I ever feel the sun again?

The end has happened
But you cannot see
The heavens obscure the horror.

Onward though to a new beginning
Starting over, ever so sure.
Leave the hate, bring the love.

No monsters, only us
Beings...human, alien and more
Together forever bound.

Bound To This Earth

Down the path
I do trod
Always bound to this earth
By you and to you
With an unseen rope
Always near but never seen,

We've love since the beginning of time
And even though we move through time and space
Layer upon layer,
Our love is never realized.

In and out of time we go
Always seeking, always looking
But never finding.

How long will it go on
How long shall we wait
Til the end of life, til the end of time?