fringe selvedges

The counting of tries
Denies
Your influence voice
Amongst fervent
Natural cries.

The telling of truths
Tries
To correct your influence
Amongst your natural
Lies.

Soul sideways slipping
Down a deceptive silent lane
Makes the meeting of my maker
The maker of my pain.

Intellectual laziness
born quietly
from within
creeps slowly
in your consciousness
striving hard
not to win.

Darkness comes to us all
In time
Regardless of any
Choired rhyme

A single day
A desperate find
In the end
We hope
That fate
Is kind.

A failure complete
Is a failure combined
By acceding is existance
It becomes a failure of mind.

Photons and phonon’s
Are integral
In theme
To the wave smashing code base
The light of a first
Machine.

I have only the neutral
Of thought.

No worries
No anger
No pain
No vengeance
I am the exact equal
Of nothing.

A painful way to die
Belies
Needful production
In stellar skies.

A purposeless try
Denies
Needful reflection
In painful eyes.

i hate to be the teller
of wicked bad news
but your sure to discover
your the target of
my ruse.

synthetic reactions
to imaginary fate
is a reflection of progress
in modern times of pure hate.