Spur-of-the-Moment Poetry

I am nothing
If there were any beauty in such a thing, I would have you find it
I am the sun
Still, I wish you to fill the emptiness encompassing me.
Would we only lust for things possessed; we would be complete
There would be no beauty in hope
Only in that which is
In that land, I would dwell
Suffering true contentment
Pitied by all creation, until all who live mourn my very existance
Yet, their collective sorrow stays my hand, for I now know beauty

And Everyone Realized That the Characteristics of a Human Being Were Simply a Balance of That of Animal and Machine...

_{Sonnet IV:} Of The Machinations of Anthropos

_{Steady manipulation of the mind-machines}

_{Simply further the ongoing process}

_{Inculcating sight miscalculation}

_{Into the decorum of our conquest}

_{Systematic slight, ungodly marvel}

_{A medaled man, with metal man in hand}

_{Who presumes to bear, alter, maneuver}

_{A biological Automaton?}

_{Endowed with syncretic, unthinking mind}

_{Contemporary little humanoid}

_{Would oblivion, be thy holy name?}

_{Bless your shameful circuitry, Amnestia}

_{Give birth to mankind's malfunctioning curse}

_{Wholly corrupt, each, his earthly concourse}

Of Bombs and Stars

As For The Stars...

Mother, prithee, tell will the stars come out to play?
Child, I pray you would you not seek such answers!
May I catch a cloud who will whisper the way?
To the land the stars all play!

No, my dear, my shining one,
This night no star's light will grace the sky;
Emptiness set moon and sun,
And has taught the stars to fly…

But Mother, why?
Perhaps they have only fallen, sleeping upon a hidden bed
Awaiting moon’s great sun burnt cry
Summoning them home from the land they fled…

Child, night and day, they bore our pain
The moon looked down and mourned us; the sun sorrowed at our dying plea
Until the Great Hand let loose their ties
As for the stars; they were each cast into the sea...

I've been in a writing mood, as of late. Granted, it's not my best work, but that last poetic line popped into my head while I was typing away at a science fiction storyline, and so I had to write a poem to fit it.

The Scarf is stockinette stitch, the yarn is just some I had left over from the many Jayne hats. I thought the bomb turned out pretty cute.

Media Blog

Good day, to all of you swimming through the vast recesses of Bloglands.
I've been reading quite a lot lately, and I feel the need to share with you what I liked and disliked about what I've read.
If you're like me, you love to be offered addvice on what books are great, and must reads.
So, I openly offer you my opinions, thoughts, and a few details on each of the books below.


The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester


If you 'dig' Sci-Fi novels, chances are that you've already read this one. This book is classic; one that every single person should read at least once.
It was influened by the popular William Blake poem, and was first entitled, Tiger! Tiger!.









Next by Michael Crichton


The topic of Next, is along the lines of genes, and the process of extracting certain genes in order to create cures for disease.


I like the works of Michael Crichton(Author of Jurrasic Park), from my experience, he writes well written and well researched stories. Next is not his best work; the plot is exaggerated and overall it seems to be written not as a biothriller, but as a complaint against modern science itself.
Still, it's worth reading.

Prey by Michael Crichton

Prey discusses Nanotechnology and the story line is based upon how modern day computer programs are built in mimic of animal behavior. Great story, very interesting.







Atonement by Ian McEwan

No doubt many of you saw the previews for the movie Atonement. I thought that it looked like a good story, so I went out and purchased the book instead of running to the theater.
This book had every opportunity to be great. The overall plot's not bad, but certain aspects of the story tear it apart. As I was reading, I had the distinct feeling that the entire story was rushed, and many parts were left lacking detail. This proved very frustrating; perhaps that was the feeling he expected people to be left with.
After finishing Atonement, I had hopes that perhaps the movie would turn out decent, but sadly, that was not the case. Thus, the book was better than the movie; but not terribly great.