Colorless Green Ideas

Even though it's hard to guess Almost every move I've ever made has a logical explanation With the sole exception of loving you at all costs and always This is not to say that almost every move I've ever made was dead solid perfect Simply that there are reasons for why I'm either right or wrong When we were young Reward drove us on not part of our writing or our worldview we didn't have one But now we know that everything we do or say has consequences how we raise children how we love how we live our lives All of these things add up for lack of a better word they are karma and also, because you read this you know that there is good and bad karma and paranoia and there are scars that never healed right and wounds that are desperately trying but because we're grown up sometimes, just for spite we don't let them maybe it's because we are compromised or stop growing it doesn't really matter why what ma...

It's strange knowing that you read this You were so much a part of me and still are and now I have to make a transition from you within to who you really are I don't remember every atom or molecule I'm certain a few electrons may have escaped So I am trying but I wanted you to know I remember your face even with my eyes closed And I am happy at last that the dream came After exhaustion and fatigue released my brain from its daily work keeping me alive and pointing me to where I need to go I'm no different than anyone else I am guided by the truth of love and the love of truth I would never be a man who would cheat I will find my way to be By your side always Honestly But I have to tell you Knowing that you read this I finally had the dream No, not the one where my best friend dresses up as a woman The other one The one where I say This here's the TV two hours a day so you don't miss appreciation of the finer t...

Morning light shines through A heart shaped hole in a blind against the cold Figures in airborne dust settle like a cat upon a dog eared copy of Sandburg the book not dybbuk There are pros and cons For example, a smaller yard and four thousand foot cliff domestic bliss It will do nicely I suppose As a laboratory

Heavy with her scent the breath of life still upon my lips I walked into the coffee shop the wireless was free No password No need There are alot of things we can pick and choose from to solve the world's problem We might be able to stitch together building blocks and fight creepers crafty, mine Or drink the juice of a cold orange and find something that rhymes long Boston has an atmosphere that shimmers with quiet songs and half finished thoughts that somehow add up like clouds and rain and a thin layer of ions from which The skeleton of a carrier pigeon falls to earth And attached to his leg is a simple message that up until now No one else has ever read

What if there were a game you could play online, maybe as an MMO and also as a droid app? What if the point of the game were to locate places, a bit like geocaching - but quest realtime with other people that are looking not just for a cache but a clue? What if the game were designed in such a way that it was socially aware - that you weren't just solo'ing the entire thing but you could work with opposing factions, build different solutions to the same problem and end up winning with real consequence? What if the game were educational, and drew you not into a world on an LCD screen .. but out into the real world? What if you could play it . Now?

It's just an odor at first maybe a hangnail a few stray hairs it starts when you're little A demarchist cold town where everyone feels nothing anymore your eyes see so many colors when you've shaken off the mortal coil Replace your organs tear off your skin Preserve yourself Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Formaldehyde It's the latest trend The only problem of course is when some take the pill they turn so cold they never wake And the odor builds until you can make no mistake The cockroach jumps out of their mouth and into a spaceship And flies away

I am torn apart and I fall back again overthrown By the lords of lightning one red one blue Throwing themselves against my shell They call me home and tear me away again through basic training I find locked step Michelson and Morley one of many not alive and not dead to the target glowing red from a sharks head coherent through the shimmering depth towards a common target Not a faisal not yet a farouk not a particle no tasty wave tempered light's glaive

Under water grottos, caverns Filled with apes That eat figs. Stepping on the figs That the apes Eat, they crunch. The apes howl, bare Their fangs, dance, Tumble in the Rushing water, Musty, wet pelts Glistening in the blue - Barack Obama, (Age 19) 1981