E.J. Waling

poem by E.J. Waling

We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generatio... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as the conveyor takes us for a ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Vivid red barn juxtaposed against a green pumpkin field. Cloudless sky with bright sun hurt my eyes. Starkness of the scene burnt into my mind. Beautiful! Time passes. Sun lowers in the sky with fat orange orbs all around. Brigh... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Some say we live in a computer simulation. A simulation run by others further along. Our sentients is just as real as theirs. “I think therefore I am.” If this is true, what do we do? Some inter... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of birth... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

What is it that gives some people power and others none? Why is it some use power to hurt while others to help? Why are some imbued with a will that can dominate? Using it as a power to keep people subdued. Power can be peaceful. ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Great Maker beyond human knowledge. Our time is short. Our knowledge finite. Reality infinite. We struggle to understand. We create structure to make it so. We build and grow the best we can. It’s a struggle every day yo... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Summertime hot, bright yellow star blazing. Day after day suns rays relentless. Heatwave in full swing, no rain in site. Bright blue up above, no clouds in the view. Everything drying up turning brown and crunchy. Crunch, crunch, ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

We are just bags of meat and water. Then why the consciousness? Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabits our minds? Are our minds simply like a radio receiver collecting the ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me. Everything about me genetically controlled. ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less. I believe both to be true. The future screams towards us faster every day. The pace and complexity of life quickens. Technology more pervasive. The human psyche bombarde... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

How far back do you wish to go? Could the universe have failed to Big Bang? Could the galaxies have all failed to form? Could the sun have failed to be born? Could the moon have been to small? Could it have failed to form at all?... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years ago in a week. Where d... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Splashes of green lined up row after row. Limbs of green shooting skyward downward everywhere. Vibrant light shades of newness this time every year, each displaying its own quaint uniqueness. Explosions of color as Spring rolls aro... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Change is happening rapidly. It will only seed up! Humanity’s in the grip of explosive rearrangement. How we handle it will be interesting to watch. Some will get involved, attach it to themselves. Others will pull away no... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

I hear the birds talking to me. Chickadee, Chickadee, Chickadee Dee Dee Dee. This one is telling me his name. As I take my walks with my dog Rosie up by the orchard on the hill, I hear another bird saying thank you, thank you, tha... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Earth is home for billions of us, we live on one planet, we all call it home. None of us, however, live in the same world. The worlds we live in are as varied as the people that inhabit them. Some live in heaven others call hell t... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Our Universe is unimaginably large. Tendrils of galaxies spreading out in every direction as far as the eye can see. Hundreds of millions in every direction. Some estimates suggest there could be 500 billion galaxies in our universe.... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

When humanity first became aware, the world was a scary dangerous place. Everything was a mystery, nothing but survival at stake. We created gods to help us make sense. Gods became the catchall to explain the unknown. Gods became ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

The world slows down. That’s a good thing. Priorities change, also good. The rat race fades into memory. It’s now time to appreciate things. Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder, keep their heads abov... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

What is time? Is it something we have? Was it granted to us from the great beyond? What do we do with time? I mean, we only have so much of it. Is time an illusion, something not really there? Are we an illusion, Just a view in t... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evoluti... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

What does it mean to be human? Are we just animals or evolving to become something more? Are we victims to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature? Do our passions control our minds or can our minds control our passions?... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real? What is "real" anyway? Does anyone really know? Quantum ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

What is normal? We live in a world where everything seems normal. It's normal to have two eyes and one head. It's normal to live on a ball floating in a limitless void. It's normal to have two sexes for procreation. It's normal f... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

It's happening right in front of our eyes. We, who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most obli... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Mankind began as a troop animal. Living amongst its own kind. Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna. Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there's no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain. Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

We are mere children of the void. Specks on an infinitesimally small mote in limitless space. Lost by size, overlooked by indifference. A universe indifferent to our existence. The stars will shine, the planets will spin regardless ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

The world is inhabited by us, nearly every nook. We are afraid of each other. We have weapons, massive amount of weapons, to protect ourselves from ourselves. Why? What are we afraid of? We breath the same air, we see the same mo... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

How I choose to live my life. I'm wired at birth, my personality in place. I'm sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place where do I go from here... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

The subtly of it was breathtaking. The genius of it was undeniable. Not a single shot was fired. It took decades to accomplish, and no one saw it coming. Slowly but surely humans used technology. It offered so many benefits that... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Why do we suffer? What's the point? People are born with terrible conditions, live lives of torment and pain. Die painful horrible deaths. Why? Why would a God created such conditions? To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think. ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

of our civilization is genetically controlled. Our two dominate instinctual drives, self preservation and procreation are reflected in our global structure. Our preoccupation with sex and violence, reflected in our songs, our books, ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAAAAAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads. We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to allow us all this. ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

The human brain weights three pounds. The human heart weighs eleven ounces. Human skin is seven hundredths of an inch thick. To know a humans mind and heart takes time. It takes time to parse out the subtleties of their soul, to ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

I went for a walk at Monson Village today. A place in the woods where people lived in the 1700's. Rock foundations were all that was left in each spot. Small signs marked the holes in the ground and describes the inhabitants that li... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Our brains are fragile things, seventy percent which is water, and It sloshes around in our skull. Sixty percent of the brain is made of fat. There are one hundred thousand miles of blood vessels in our brain. The brain consists ... Read more

poem by E.J. Waling

Hello my name is Joe, I'm from planet Earth. I opened my eyes one day and found myself there. Where I was before I do not know. They taught me stuff, made me go to school. To keep alive I found a job then passed on my genes. I'm get... Read more