Submissions by Demokritos (Amos M.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Gravidity
The great womb-sea
Where first we were
Brave molecules
A pregnant world
Contracting as we breathe
Where first we were
Brave molecules
A pregnant world
Contracting as we breathe
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Quiet
The world is filled
With firedrill sirens
Needless klaxons
Push ears to the brink
And there is you
You are the silence
Between the bells
Where I can hear to think
With firedrill sirens
Needless klaxons
Push ears to the brink
And there is you
You are the silence
Between the bells
Where I can hear to think
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The Machine
A machine becomes art only when it is broken
If there is god, he is broken, for he is art
We hope there is no god
An artist's brain is working only when it is wrong
Creativity is being wrong deliberately
We pray for no creator
Rabbits, sheep, wolves, bears, lions, birds
All work perfectly and do not create
We fall, break, feel and do
If we are in a machine of cosmos, we are happy
We are the fractures, fallen gears and cracked axles
We are what creates
If there is god, he is broken, for he is art
We hope there is no god
An artist's brain is working only when it is wrong
Creativity is being wrong deliberately
We pray for no creator
Rabbits, sheep, wolves, bears, lions, birds
All work perfectly and do not create
We fall, break, feel and do
If we are in a machine of cosmos, we are happy
We are the fractures, fallen gears and cracked axles
We are what creates
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Interim
Truth falls apart, men tremble, quake and roar -
No, "we", I mean, for "men"'s been sundered, too.
We rend the robes, the scapulars we wore,
Our flags wave, though self-evident, untrue,
And men - no, "we" again, say truth is dead:
The truths we knew are gone, and they were all.
We find no bed to rest a wearied head,
We find no roof remains, nor standing wall.
Now wand'ring through the wasteland that is left,
We do not think (or dare!) to look beneath
And find the truth is buried, but bereft,
We rest, instead, on...
No, "we", I mean, for "men"'s been sundered, too.
We rend the robes, the scapulars we wore,
Our flags wave, though self-evident, untrue,
And men - no, "we" again, say truth is dead:
The truths we knew are gone, and they were all.
We find no bed to rest a wearied head,
We find no roof remains, nor standing wall.
Now wand'ring through the wasteland that is left,
We do not think (or dare!) to look beneath
And find the truth is buried, but bereft,
We rest, instead, on...
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Science
Own by knowing
Die by growing
Heaven is here
The little baubles in your head
Green and gold and blue and red
Spin for you, reflect the sky
Reflect the truth within a lie
Where you're laying
Starstuff saying
Heaven is here
To own the world you have to understand
To own is not to hold it in your hand
We own the things on which we shine a light
The carved out days within the tides of night
Between the lines
The whole thing shines
Heaven is here
Die by growing
Heaven is here
The little baubles in your head
Green and gold and blue and red
Spin for you, reflect the sky
Reflect the truth within a lie
Where you're laying
Starstuff saying
Heaven is here
To own the world you have to understand
To own is not to hold it in your hand
We own the things on which we shine a light
The carved out days within the tides of night
Between the lines
The whole thing shines
Heaven is here
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