Poet Dragon Poems

Digital is absolute, on or off, zero or infinity.
Analog is steadily changing, never absolute.
Cyberpunk is climbing towards reality with novelty.
Do we see it as an end point or another transition?
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Do you think about that lonely, golden parting?
Do you gather all your friends against the day?
That upon the mortal scales when you are lowered,
your spirit, light upon the earth, will lay?
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In the deepest, in the darkest
where the thoughts of pain are starkest...
With the knowledge, with the terror
and the thought that life's an error...
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how very sad, these sad ones murmuring along
happily delighted in their tricks and habits
staring vacantly, intent on rusted footpaths
where have they come from, where do they lead?
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We. Make. The. World.
Every. Day.
Good.
Bad.
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Flames burn.
Water cycles.
Stars shine.
Wind blows.
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'Within you lurks a Poet and a Dragon.'
A phrase which carries ambience and flair.
The words of one are passionate and poison
The other one, psychotic, doesn't care
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Behold!
Oh round, mother-of-pearl,
There is your radiance upon my eyes
And the reflection of your untarnished waters
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Spring days of birdcalls, old oak trees, and easy friends
of hiking and laughing with the family
Summer days of sunlight-dappled hillsides,
of scrub brush and the willow plants grown high.
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