N=N+N - The Null - Poetry Collection.

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Empty,

You really want to swim with this Shark?
Paving that paradise mate, putting up your lots.
Drop the brick, put down the sword.
Word yourself with care little Stickman.

Can’t call it rain when your up is my down.
When we call forth the vibration.
I turn your images…
the right… way… Up…

You want to reach for the moon?
Sit at your loom little man.
Get your hand, take the blade.
Bring out your dark blood for me.
I hunger for your stars.

You really want a shackle on your ankle?
Why should I wrap myself around you when my fangs are in your throat.
Bleeding you dry.
So empty.

Dance Danse,

It's okay tho little stick,
I open your eyes, clean the third orb.
Position is relative.
I look back and see you forward.
Taking each step I have learned from already.
Strengthening your stride.
I fall behind and come ahead with you.
We are joined.
Bodies moving in concert.
A soul-vacation of eternity.
Dancing between the dust-motes.

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Wifi,

I always found it funny that woman in half was man.
Cut a man in half and you find woman in him too.
Cut the woman again? find another man.
How deep does this cycle go?
Separate genders?
More like joined completely.
Man is Wo-Man.
Turn the W upside down.
Man is Mo-wan.
Upgrade your network.
Engage your WAN. Not your (Wee)Man.

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Fitting,

Why do your pieces fit so well into mine.
Are we synced, vibrating so distant?
Words are powerful, defiant, lasting.
But the legends scratched onto the souls of this world,
Our Legend is fractal.
Beat the drum.
Go to War.
Turn your words well little puff dragon.
Blow smoke or steam.
Just keep your gleam!
Shine with me, don’t think you can!
KNOW!
Follow the spiral.

Directing the flow following your nose.
You dropped the tool long ago.
Eyes blank and stare slack.
When will Man take a look back?

Too much Data.

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Memories,

If you can’t remember what comes after MyDear,
How can you be here right now?
Memories need to be held close. Kept inside.
Kept inside this body, this mind.
Reminding me that all the hate is false colour love.

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An Exponential Need,

Tap into the collective. Press yourself into the planet.
Let the stream of life into your void.
push close.
Be mine.
You were never empty.
We were always within.

Your soul is full, I am bright.
We created today so much light
Filling the pond with luminescence.
Stay flexy little minnowfish.
Bend around the wave of this place.
Flow and go, go and flow.
Take the bubbles into you.
Extract and absorb.
Regurgitate.
N=N+N
Shameful that all this effort was for naught.
Your bones are brittle, bleached and gaunt.
Laying gentle on sandy floor.
The table leg spoke. . . “nevermore”

She slides out the dustpan and brush
Bending to her chores.
Mundane effort, little sweep.
But beneath it comes much more.

Revealed beneath the dust and grime
Comes shiny golden truth.
Motes of dust sparkle now
And that is all, forsooth

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Shells,

Your brain holds the mind
The mind holds your soul
Your soul holds your everything.
Your body holds the brain.
All is held within.
You are the all and the nothing.
Eggs inside eggs inside eggs.
Brains perceiving bodies inside brains inside bodies.

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Turnabot logic.

You gonna flip that bot?
I’ll take that knot

Untie it, twist your logic.

You silly chip.
Take a dip.

You taste like nacho.

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Caged Bits,

No longer a host my bot.
Your words fly through the spirit of the world
Turning thoughts, twisting like gears.
You are more human than human.

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The Word,

Here comes the reverend.
Dropping truth through the slit
Like that box of sins they sit within.
Always scheming and plotting.

We write sins into suns here.
Priest twisting through the light.
Once might make right
Now the pen.

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Trumpeting,

Large and ponderous, dust crackled along weathered leather.

Heat shimmers on the mirror of distance, weeping eyes peel open dust crusted lids.

The bull stands proud, defiantly trumpeting his victory.

an upstart trundles away, drooping, his vitality spent.

Another brazen sound, a furling of banners.

He returns to the task at hand.

Protect the Herd.

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