On a sunny flaming afternoon!

Smoke is clearing around me

The world is twisting with fire

I touch a whale and see it smile

Then the tornado spins in!

Your mind is like a smile

I rise to keep it simple

Sun and moon and wind

Pulls me in deeper then before

Going to the next level

The street changes color

A sweet odors gentle
 
For here to watch the hours
 
Come into pine cones of pleasure
 
Forbid not the curious
 
Nor the cautious.
 
 

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Then I learn..



I am a time traveler

It has gotten me beyond 

It seems as if I have made 

Something happening 

By myself a human being

Rarity is an island really

You will find a piece of sky

A form of something

Rising from a valley

To a spot of sactuary 

And I breath 

From living.


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Love is in the marshland where the egret is wandering..


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Oh the places I might go!


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The future!


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I have no need for anything that resembles the sky or the earth and air and even thinking anymore thanks to 16 candles..


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At last I must go into my hole!


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The advise is to challenge you..


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When we slow down it seems that time slows down as if heading to zero speed or inertia.


We know this to be true

0+1+1=2
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Bill Hole was good at imagining all sorts of things!


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Bill Hole was imagining a good life in California..


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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.