E.J. Waling

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Mind Trap

poem by E.J. Waling

Mind. A malleable thing. Easily molded, manipulated, fooled. Constructed. Scaffolding erected. Materials layered. Sculpted to design specifications. Desired results programmed. Controllable. Group think. Garbage in, ... Read more

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Grumpy Old Men

poem by E.J. Waling

Grumpy Old Men. Always wondered. Grumpy old men. Where do they come from? Why do they exist? What made them so grumpy? When young, everything was a promise. Everything was possible. No limitations. Oysters on the ... Read more

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God No God

poem by E.J. Waling

God no God! Battle rages. Some say yes. Some say no. What’s the point? Who cares? No one has proof, no proof whatsoever. No proof either way. “Faith”! Faith is a weasel word. What’s said w... Read more

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Understanding

poem by E.J. Waling

Understanding. Knowledge. The scale. Knowledge scale. Zero to infinite. Knowledge. Humanities boat barely leaving the dock. In relative terms, scarcely farther along than a salamander. Yet humanity ponders, asking... Read more

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Wonderment

poem by E.J. Waling

Wonderment. What’s going on? Why anything? Limited capabilities. What’s the point? Why bother? Wonderment. Wonderment with the unknowns. All around infinite unknowns. Looking out. Reaching up. Infini... Read more

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Quantum

poem by E.J. Waling

Ghost like. Ghost like passing through. Reality within. Within the fog perceived. Haze of reality. Encompasses all. All possibilities. All realities. Transmitting all. Waves of potential, probability. Quantum fog... Read more

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Radiating

poem by E.J. Waling

Field surrounds permeates, penetrates. Existence within. Field flowing, timespace influenced. Energy vibrates, vibrates throughout. Energy ripples personal energy personal ripples radiating. Positive energy negative ... Read more

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Gauntlet

poem by E.J. Waling

Gauntlet. From birth to death. The gauntlet run. Staying alive, ancient course once laid out. Running the gauntlet. From physical to mental obstacles evolved. Survival of t... Read more

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Grip

poem by E.J. Waling

Firmly griped. Griped in what’s around. Griped by the code. Where we are. Internal instinct gripping what is done. Programmed. Coded for function. Controlled by code. Do what’s done, coded as such.... Read more

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The Machine

poem by E.J. Waling

The machine, billions of years in the making. Our very being to the molecular level fabricated, wired, controlled. Controlled by the machine, the system. Fabricated, simply fabrications are we by the system. Like ... Read more

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Clouded

poem by E.J. Waling

View of things. How we perceive. How we think. Our senses, are they enough? Enough to know truth? Enough to know the true nature of things, true extent of creation on all its levels? As constituted, is the animal... Read more

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Magic Orb

poem by E.J. Waling

Floating orb, magic orb, floating in nothingness. Inanimate dead rock, floating In the void. Forever floating In the cold. Magic rock. Squeezing. Squeezing from within. Squeezing, oozing, bubbling. Bubbling up. ... Read more

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Form

poem by E.J. Waling

Form. Function. Shape of things. How shaped determines function, form, ideas. Bad shape, bad form. Bad ideas, bad function. Shape of things. Things to come. Form creates function. Creates reality. All play off o... Read more

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Collectivism

poem by E.J. Waling

Global collectivism. Swirling thought infection, swirling thought evolution. Cross pollination pregnant with purpose. Genetics mixing. Verbal discourse mixing. Small or great matters naught mixing. Creating different... Read more

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Afar

poem by E.J. Waling

From afar. Approaching from afar. A distant place. A different place. Slowly moving. Moving toward an unknown. Small, so small it seems from afar. Moving closer, seeing more. Strange. Different, alien. Closer still... Read more

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The Voice

poem by E.J. Waling

Vibrations, excitation moving through. Soaring high. Fanning over all. Over all to hear, to feel. Sad. Happy. Emotions. Ripples in the air. Meaning, interpreted meaning as the voice continues. Wafting over rivers, ... Read more

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Absorb

poem by E.J. Waling

We come in, an empty vessel. A dry sponge. Absorbing all in our sphere. Attitudes, ideas, beliefs. Different locations. Different beliefs. Gospel. All taken as gospel. Why? Why different areas different beliefs? ... Read more

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Reflection

poem by E.J. Waling

Reality. Potential. Reality, merely potential. Bubbling up. Bubbling up from the imperceptible. Bubbling up from uncertainty. Fluctuations. Infinite fluctuations. Infinite reflections of potential. Creation, a ref... Read more

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Drop

poem by E.J. Waling

We are custom made. Custom made for this place, from this place. What we know, who we are, what we think, indigenous. Springing up from the core, squeezing through the rocks, out of the mud. Primordial scream! ... Read more

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Confusion

poem by E.J. Waling

What to believe? What is truth? Depends. Depends on who you talk to. Different truths. Different lies. All truth, no truth. Small truth. Confusion. No one knows. There is no truth. No understanding, only confusion... Read more

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Vibrations

poem by E.J. Waling

Music of the void. Sounds emanating from the ether. Celestial vibrations. Vibrating, uniting. Uniting everything, everywhere. All connected. Immersed. All immersed in the same waters. Infinite ocean of sound, ... Read more

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As I Write

poem by E.J. Waling

Moment. As I write, the moment passes. Sliding behind, never to return. As I write history created. History being built. Frozen in the past. Memorialized, falling. Falling into the past. Fading. Fading, like all ... Read more

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Infinity

poem by E.J. Waling

Picture yourself among the stars. You are moving very fast. Where are you going? Billions of stars moving by you instantly. Ever wonder what is out there? You pass no more stars. What is it you see? Galaxy! Pict... Read more

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Trend

poem by E.J. Waling

Future. Trend of life. Decisions made. Different decisions. Different trends. Different futures. Decisions made, feed back loop. Time encapsulated. The past, the present, the future all touch. Are all connected, inter... Read more

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Shadows

poem by E.J. Waling

Perhaps it’s all an illusion. A trick. A trick of smoke and mirrors, misdirection, slight of hand. Look over there while it’s happening over here. Time and energy wasted. Wasted on nonexistent reality, ... Read more

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Archaic

poem by E.J. Waling

The past, myth. How things were. What was thought. History, built on Itself. Archaic thought, held high as truth. Misty past, cloaked in mystery, superstition, fear. Deep past shrouded in Ignorance. Shrouded in ... Read more

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Knowledge

poem by E.J. Waling

Choice. Knowledge is choice. Choice begets knowledge. Believe. What to believe? Knowledge attained is not without sacrifice. Not without suffering. Not without pain. The tree. The apple. The snake. Knowledge. ... Read more

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The Machine

poem by E.J. Waling

The machine, billions of years in the making. Our very being to the molecular level fabricated, wired, controlled. Controlled by the machine, the system. Fabricated, simply fabrications are we by the system. Like ... Read more

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End

poem by E.J. Waling

When will it end? I do not know. I do not care. Each moment a miracle. Each moment a universe. Enjoy every snowflake, every sunset, every bird song. Infinite in nature. Not to be missed. Focus. Focus on all, all... Read more

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Battlefield

poem by E.J. Waling

Control. Global control. War. Technolgy, the weapon. Mindless. Mindless control. Navigating the mind. Surging throughout. World on the run. Under attack. Folds of the brain, battlefield. Constant attack technology, ... Read more

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Moment

poem by E.J. Waling

Staring at the fire, crackling. Dark room candle flicker. Soft classical music. Christmas tree lit. Timeless. Time has no meaning. No meaning at such a moment. Universe disappears outside gone. Only that scene, th... Read more

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Music

poem by E.J. Waling

Music. Emanating music. In the air, universal music. Vibrating from who knows where? Vibrating from everywhere. I’m here it says. From all corners of creation. Hear the music. Listen hard, it’s ever... Read more

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Human

poem by E.J. Waling

Writhing pulsating creature. Being unto itself. Individuals mere bits, bits of the whole. Spinning interacting pieces. Pieces merging, morphing, evolving. Changing. Pulsating as it goes. Transcending time. Rooted ... Read more

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Intelligence

poem by E.J. Waling

Intelligence. Intelligence, trapped by the corporeal. Victim of biology. Held in a vessel full of contradictions. Maelstrom of emotions, chemically Induced emotions. Hormone drenched emotional cross currents, holdi... Read more

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Spacetimes

poem by E.J. Waling

Pulsating futures. Directionless futures. Meaningful futures, all together. All at once. Everywhere, everything, every time, all together. All at once. No future, every future together. All at once. Every turn every... Read more

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Contemplate

poem by E.J. Waling

Wake. Every day, awake. Daily routine is joined. As if programmed, the daily routine is joined. Rote activity building. Immersed. Immersed in a deepening milieu, a viscous milieu. Fixed in time and space. Accele... Read more

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Fleeting

poem by E.J. Waling

Like a breath. It comes then it goes. A blink. In a blink. What was young turns old. What was old turns ancient. Irrelevance, pure irrelevance. In a breath, irrelevant. Fleeting sparks. Sparks in the dark. Barely... Read more

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Time

poem by E.J. Waling

Time, a dwindling commodity. Precious. Most precious of all. Taken for granted. Daily, increasing in value. Increasing in scarcity. Slipping through the grasp. Cannot be held. Cannot be saved. Cannot be controlled.... Read more

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Center

poem by E.J. Waling

Center of all things. Beliefs archaic, simplistic, unfounded. Oblivious to all that matters. Limited in nature and scope. Local beliefs, ideas, small in design. Mind , simple, limited in structure. Sees in small bi... Read more

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Interpret

poem by E.J. Waling

How to explain, understand? What makes sense, seems logical? What level of understanding even possible? Models needed, scaffolding required. Required to build, hammer out understanding. Needed to explain what is seen... Read more