Symbols, Characters. a Poem from "Robot Suits"

"Symbols, Characters." a Poem.
from "Robot Suits"

1. Symbols, characters,
lines in every direction,
time ever changing.

2. I speak my feelings,
as I update my status,
holding back a bit.

3. It is all okay.
Everything is alright.
a tree on my screen.

4. I see through my mask,
and see the peaceful trees sway,
through my Robot Suit.

5. I can take it off,
and become some kind of human,
a breathing machine.

6. I can fall in love.
I can descend through the clouds,
and ascend again. 

©2013 Marcus James Christian
marcusunlimited

♫ Voices Are Both Inside, and Outside. A meditation poem, an opera scene ♫

♫ Voices Are Both Inside, and Outside ♫
A meditation poem, an opera scene.
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.

Voices are both inside, and outside.

That is one of many countless things,
that makes them so miraculous.
They are their own entities,
yet also our own.

Being both inside, and outside, is a lovely feeling.

The mountain cavern shields us from frosty winds,
while the opening at its peak draws in warm, and luxurious light.

• A new arrival amongst us appears—a small gilded bird.

It is speaking in its own vernacular.
However, we understand its libretto, quite clearly.

Is this an opera scene?

It certainly has the looks and sounds of such.

Prolific is the polyphony of this premises, with its:

chattering rhythms of caribou crowds,
glorious gesamtkunstwerk from the gilded finch,

and certainly the symphonic aspects of our own supposedly silent thoughts,
—and dreams.

Shh! Hush them all!

 

From the gilded one a request is deciphered.
It is a call for a going away,

a desired voyage,

an awe inspiring adventure,

awaiting the adventurous,

which I believe we are.

 

Dark Grey Shadows Hover Hand Shaped Over Black Sands. A poem.

 Dark Grey Shadows Hover Hand Shaped Over Black Sands. A poem.
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.

Dark grey shadows hover hand shaped over black sands.
You emerge from the center of whirl winds.
In the visible distance, a form looms.
A castle stands within the sun's circle.
Your footsteps emboss the ancient black sand.
The sound of gulls spins through the ocean air.
With a thought you lift into the cool air,
and drift swiftly to the castles entrance.

The castle door hinges sing high pitches,
as the new royalty saunters inward.
Long arms of light reach in through the windows,
pointing towards a descending stair case.
These are the treasures you came to reclaim.
Use the tool of wealth to expand the good.