kerravonsen: Sam Carter, red desert, moon: Another day, Another planet (another-planet)
'Twas on a Wednesday morning
The master plumber came
The plumber kept his boots on
But I welcomed him the same.
He poked and then he prodded
Inspected switches four
But he was not the 'prentice
His hands were deft and sure.

He called me then to try them )

THE END
kerravonsen: Tony Stark pointing his finger with an incredulous expression (Tony-3)
'Twas on a Tuesday afternoon
The plumber came to call
The cold-water tap had come off
It wouldn't turn at all
But what was more significant
Three burners on the stove
Had fallen many years before
And into darkness drove.

The plumber on the doorbell rang )

... TO BE CONTINUED...
kerravonsen: Stone egg on moss: "Art is Life, Life is Art" (art)
The empty corridors
echo hollowly.
Papers, yellowed and curled
held up by thumbtacks,
or scattered, fallen,
hold faded sketches.
Oblivious bots
scuttle up and down the hallways
spitting out their automated notices
unaware
that the humans are gone,
all but a handful
who hopefully call "Hello?"
and then say nothing more.
kerravonsen: Stone egg on moss: "Art is Life, Life is Art" (art)
I am a tree
Surfaces rough and uneven
Branches going in uncomfortable directions.
Come, they said, come and play.
But first, you must be frictionless.
So I bonsai-bound my branches
And wrapped myself in plastic
smiles
And came and played.
It was lovely.
They were nice, and friendly, and encouraging
And I liked
being nice, and friendly, and encouraging
back.
They were smooth as turned dowels... )
kerravonsen: a green leaf: Hope (hope)
Out there
A vast ocean of
The disinterested
Not so much deaf as
Numb
Desensitised
Self-protecting.
The sensationalists
Who poke and prod
With sharper and sharper sticks, are
Trying to seize, to overwhelm
Their attention.
Eyeballs can be bought
And they want
Their piece of the action.

Hence, indifference.
The shell, the armour
Against a clamouring world.

Small voices, there are no
Small voices, there is no
Place for small voices.
No place for gentle reason.

Defy them
With your whispers
Defy them
With your soft kindnesses
Defy them
With your wide-eyed interest

Breathe.
Speak.
Despite it all, speak.
Speak to the raindrop,
Not to the ocean.
For if only one drop
Hears
That is enough.
kerravonsen: Daniel: What I see, you can't even imagine (Daniel)
The Algorithm
Chasing the people.
The people
Chasing the Algorithm.
An eternal
Tail-swallowing exercise
Tangled in self-reference.
kerravonsen: Cally in the dark: all alone in the night (alone in the night)

Waking up to jumbled thoughts of a dream about lost sailors, and pondering silicone moulds for notebook covers, I was also mentally composing the following (about the lost sailors).

For although I know the world is always turning
And nighttime follows setting of the sun
On the horizon lies the sun forever burning
And I knew we'd gone where mortals never come.

So there's your poetic fragment for the day.

kerravonsen: galaxy: "Behold, it was very good" (behold-good)
Heaven declares: the sum of Everything is Love.
Love never ends.
Therefore the sum of Everything is Infinity.

Hell disputes: Love is naught.
Therefore the sum of Everything is Zero.

Hell's ways are narrow and small,
grasping and desperate;
For the sum of Everything is Zero.
Giving is losing
Generosity is weakness
For nothing is gained without taking from another.
The laws of scarcity apply.
If resources are scarce, accounting must be strict.
The books must balance,
The beans must be counted
Even in a den of thieves.
Debts are never forgiven;
they are collected with interest.
Number One is greater than Everything, for One is greater than Zero.
Power is the only rule,
Selfishness the only virtue.

Heaven's virtues derive from abundance.
There is no scarcity in Love, no clock ticking down to nothing.
There are eternities of patience in Heaven's stores.
Mercy is more fruitful than Justice,
for Mercy adds when Justice subtracts;
Forgiveness multiplies while Vengeance divides.
Though the tally of Justice must still be filled,
The accounting of Love pays all debts in full, overflowing,
For debts are merely finite against the infinity of Love.
To give is to gain, for it delivers
Love to the power of two;
Both giver and receiver are blessed.
Heaven's ways are open-handed and kind,
Generous and full of hope
For the sum of Everything is Infinity.
kerravonsen: Fiction/Poetry/Art: it's cheaper than therapy (cheaper-than-therapy)
Empty Vessels

It screams at us "Go out and buy"
Until our goods will reach the sky
We never even wonder why
Or where our money went;
The song of discontent.

It swears ambition is the best
And only competition's blessed
And you must rise above the rest
Spend all in your ascent;
The song of discontent.

Relaxation's always lazy
Satisfaction must be crazy
We must never take it easy
For rest is time misspent;
The song of discontent.

It looks at a half-empty glass
Says over there is greener grass
Insists our gold is only brass
And we must now lament;
The song of discontent.




(Because I am sick of feeling defensive about my lack of ambition.)
kerravonsen: "Seriousness is not a Virtue" (seriousness-not-a-virtue)
Half-a-dozen Stargate keys
Invention of a new disease
Daniel Jackson on his knees
That's what Apophis wants.

Harry Potter on his knees
Imperius the Ministries
Life for all eternities
That's what Voldemort wants.

Fluffy socks with honeybees
A cooling western summer breeze
Several thank-yous and a please
That's what Dumbledore wants.

Swinging freely through the trees
No more itches, nits, or fleas
Lovely Jane as his best squeeze
That's what Tarzan wants.




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