We Drift Apart Without Even Noticing Just Like The Stars

by  shaun lawton 

 

 Because we assimilate too much data to really process

We drift apart without even noticing just like the stars 

In our younger days and earlier times we sailed abreast 

Caught up together on the same current, we hung on tight

Because our opinions didn't matter in that halcyon light

Now corporate controlled media outlets have corroded

The bonds that formerly kept us hitched across the rapids

No amount of white water turbulence could separate us then

Once upon a time we were free to match each other's energy

Nowadays its not so easy trapped in our isolated perches 

While our heads get respectively filled with senseless data

Strained through the digital filters of the world wide web 

Brothers will drift further apart while friendships fade 

Like old black and white photographs blurring over time

Please don't forget me and the way we used to be together 

When our individual knowledge was valued not denigrated

I beg of you don't let the senseless tide of online information

Allow our minds to drift further apart even if we're all fated 

To die in this realm separated and alone remember I am here

Just as you are present in this moment expanding across time

So let's not let ourselves fall prey to this illusion we're drifting apart

Without ever noticing we share this experience in the same boat

Just come to accept this vessel's not what we thought it was really

At the end of the day the metaphors drift away revealing we're here

Together like stranded starfish inches apart an eternity of distance

What continues to matter remains how we regard one another 

As fellow soulmates taunted by our separate prison cells adrift

On distinct courses whose brief intersections during our youth

First introduced us to one another and even if we understood 

Then that we'd never part you my brother will remain in my heart

Just as I know I'll be kept inside yours even after the cold distance

Between us becomes permanent and our corresponding signals lost

I will never forget the love we will always have for one another 

From what do you believe truth is derived?

 

 It was a random question posited by someone on the internet. 

   So I chose out of a sense of purest respect to write the following

  Verse so to speak as a concerted response given the caveat >insert

Latin / etc. denomination clarifying spiritus contra la problema here< 'deadpan onymous,' detachment / possession, state of granting innocence  5th amendment silence remains the golden means of survival 

 

It's no coincidence then that silence remains

the soundtrack of our lives for who are we

at all if not the fittest who managed to survive

  Let's unpack this  question.  {keeping in mind

the caveat, that in deciding to respond in the privacy

of my domain, the opportunity for the questioner's response gets denied. However I tried to scroll back to find the original post

 Alas, I could not, hence this one-sided reflection 

 of what I believe was an excellent question.}

First, the assertion that there's a derivation that could qualify. Then, the notion that auxiliary verbs could help, when we know that they don't, so forget the idea of belief, whether in nothing or otherwise.  

Are you really in the process of doing it?  

I conclude with the beginning, from what, the source

of the derivation?  This is a trick question. 

   No one in their right absence of mind  

  would fall for it, the very notion reeks 

 of patriarchal autocratic defimination 

but I digress … there would have to be

a conviction that self even exists, much less

 be gifted with the power to believe

what appears to be the truth, anyhow

 was a question asked over a bowl of sand

 left rippled into dunes by the wind 

like the long shadow cast by the setting

flaming, double edged sword 

as if there could be a metaphorical analog

to smithing tools, hammers, anvils and forges

or that which remains unknown could be cloaked

 in a symbolic firmament, a significant sigil 

Whatever remains the truth doesn't necessarily

have to have issued from anything because

 wrapped in eternity's guise there'd be no way

of telling the tale unless it were repeated

so many times and forgotten while being lost

along the flowing route of the signals carried

away into the distant event horizon

where it gets swallowed by the blackest holes

I don't exist enough to fulfill a belief which

might get granted, maybe a reflexive form of defense

shielding from the dreaded invisible sheared off razor

icicle obsidian edged blade winking starlight

blinding me into the power of belief which happens to

possesses me on occasion to try and attempt 

a response to questions like this 

only to be reminded that more often than not 

the questions themselves are at fault for lack

of a broader context in which to relatively 

balance out the equation, you know what 

I'm saying, to which thankfully, as far as I can see

there's no need for us to worry since any delusion 

our psyches can conjure may serve as the placebo 

to lose ourselves in the mirrored labyrinth 

echoed through the passages of our perception. 

I mean, that's just the story of our life. We must

ask ourselves if its really true with no one else to answer. I don't expect this response to fulfill the whole question but I do hope beyond faith that it points in the right direction. 

by shaun lawton

Open Our Senses

Nature's splendor, our own story
Look and listen, take it all in
The view from here may be glorious
We are privileged to live within

The boundless domain all around us
We cannot begin to live without
Respect for the world that has found us
Must be carried over with some clout

This world's majesty can be maintained
Duty overcomes the unruly
Respect is the seed that can't be feigned
To foster good deeds very truly

Open our senses to grandeur
Exhale free and simply observe
Remembering just to breathe in
The promise we held to our word






by Shaun Lawton

Mindfulness

for Thay 


Diversity may continue to thrive
Every insect, plant, and animal
Deserves its chance to survive
Eventually to rescue us all

Let us remember to breathe 
Each of us individually 
Present for the time being
Each one of us here for the other 

Without a divide, we don't have to reach
So we take this moment as an opportunity
To teach each other how to look inside
And withhold judgment for the purpose of unity

So let's remember to breathe 
Each one of us individually 
Present until the moment we leave
Remaining alive here for each other 

by Shaun Lawton

 

The Geniture Mill

by Shaun Lawton

Millions of nascency factories exist scattered

 throughout our universe, we call them stars.   

Their huge nests resemble gigantic spinning 

hives from whose center seeds are spat out. 

These seeds take root in empty space at various 

distances from the astral womb nexus.
The stellar generating machines birth their 

planets one cosmic stone at a time carefully. 

It takes an immense period for all eight stones 

to be delivered to their respective orbits. 
At varying distances the different temperatures 

and conditions generate distinct aspects. 

The four inner planets may be considered the 

New Testament in the living gospel of star.
The four outer ones are the Old Testament 

Gas Giants whose role is vital in the process.

~Welcome to our new age of solar existence~




 

ship of imagination

by Shaun Lawton

Now that I've watched and listened to Neil deGrasse Tyson guide us through the earlier stages of our universe in the souped up and absolutely marvelous reboot of Carl Sagan's COSMOS for the Twenty-Teens, I can honestly say that was some of the best damn television that I ever subjected myself to.

I mean, the scene where the chrome seedpod ship of the imagination dives under a hydrocarbon lake on the surface of Titan disappearing like a dorsal fin, that is quality programming.  When he tells us earlier on in the second episode that artificial selection has made wolves into shepherds, I know he's already won me over and even if that's really Carl speaking from beyond Eden's grave with a dragon's tongue, it effectively summarizes a reciprocal value in evolution's long term design, for me.

Just the simple knowledge that we have yet to discover all the varieties of species in the living kingdom and furthermore that a massive percentage have already become extinct right here on this planet should be enough to command the attention of every science fiction and dreamer of extraterrestrial life forms without exception.

Nailed into my mind repeatedly throughout my life is the notion that we are the aliens, that this is the place--the afterlife, whatever you want to call it--and the only point in space which is manifesting all the variants of possibility in the empire of existence.  The reasons for this are plentiful and far from arbitrary, least of which lies the implication that even if there were "other" forms of life "out there" as we so happen to fervently love to suppose to the point there's an entire industry surrounding this quest, it wouldn't matter in the slightest due to the fact we are like it or not caught up here in this particular subsection of the galactic continuum, and no thing, no dreaming certainly because no action whatsoever we may take in this physical universe could ever amount to anything remotely having anything to do with any conceivable type of interaction with 'those' beings on account of their having existed so long ago that their extinction has been glorified into nebulae since time immemorial for us, but never mind the fact we ourselves are hurtling through space at unbelievable speeds whipping about our star here along this out thrust spiral arm of a young barred galaxy, because whatever the case may be for each galaxy or solar system, our case is unfolding even now as we speak so if you'll pardon me, I've got to go and do the things I love, like read and write and listen to music and hang out with my family.  Looking for adventure.  Right here and now with this single opportunity we've been given.

sapience examining itself

by Shaun Lawton

Existence appears as a very peculiar condition to the homo sapien like you.  There seems to be no such thing as separation to the homo sapien like you.   Life forms fit together like metacarpals in a universal body to the homo sapien like you.  Human babies are extensions of their parents to a homo sapien such as yourself. 

The very idea of separateness seems irrational to you. Unknown power must reside within imagination itself, you're thinking. Anything that may be conceived by the mind can become real, you're realizing.  Mankind  invents new ways of alienating itself we believe.   

Humanity remains unique to this solar system if you ask us. Perhaps our destiny will be to create separateness, ya think? Every star of this galaxy might spawn its own form of life, so long as we get what's ours.  Every sentence in this essay appears to be sincere self-reflection. Not that it won't affect those who read it with rejection.