Virtulust

Living in a world of virtual reality
that changes the here and now into
never and always. But I'm not
inside the machine, it is in my mind.
In real reality, I am in a time of post-
virtulust. That history, those times of
confusion between body, mind, and
numbers is over, yet the memories
plague my mind. Even worse, in the
virtual realm, time has not changed.
If I fall into the pit of yesterday, now
is as real as it once was. My one transgression
will plague me forever and always.

The Time Is Now

Left, right, forward and back,
with the thoughts of yesterday
and philosophies gone by
at the head of now's mind.
On the other hand, whichever
of the countless hands it
seems to be, it seems to me
that tomorrow has arrived.
Heat below rises; the chill of
a winterless winter night
leave the only worthy tools I own
in a sad and hopeless state.
It's a paradoxical world.
It's a series of colliding lives.
Whatever the madness may be,
it is a sensibly random collision of beauty.

Throw The Eggs

People worry worry
about this, that,
now and then.

Just too many wonder
what their dull life
could have been.

Scientists try and prove
things, ideas,
and theories,

but who's to say
this world of ours
is one without faeries?

We can not know
what we can not
know or see.

Our entire life is now
because the rest
is just a dream.

There is no point in always
worrying about what will
come tomorrow.

If now is all we know,
it can not be lived
in sorrow.