No Telling

Formidable Space makes mountains of us all.

No Telling

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

What would our world be without

eyes to look into, what manners 

does this table set demand? Sharp,

smooth, pointy all fit in hand. 

Built by formidable space 

stubborn boundaries resist 

atomic pressure. A face to know 

when bones for an instant.

Paint the world with your problems 

cinematic projections done for undisclosed

spiritual development deals, all comes 

back to how to be in the world, no closer

truth, sweetest light lives in golden rule. 

Proud partners, see you on the other side. 

What a thing to take on, creatures formed

by night, in darkness lies the truth of light.

Phantom lives where who knows, ocean

currents our lives transposed. 

As You Pass By

Just the other day, we remembered.

As You Pass By 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Seated in awkward furth, greek against the ground 

forlorn when overhead, piece twice a maker

cough drama expels pent fascinations that

reside in quonset formations ever cooed by

the wind, resilient messages carved into time,

rumbles of what may come, bathing light sensed

when you see it, gestures of beyond hover sweet

laid to rest at the temple you carry, our smile the 

other day the one only we know about, splashes

unseen dimensions, spire of our brief moment.   

Mighty Socket 

It wasn’t what I intended to write, but it was time.

Mighty Socket

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

If you long to song don’t beat about it, 

pick up a stick to believe in limewire.

Mighty socket, the ground beneath our

feet, and it gives us stuff to eat. Flick a

match to the wind, watch it catch and

burn, feel your blood boil, heart of 

cosmic drum, around the flame sits 

a prism of translucent hue, as a bird 

carries a song you carry the clue. 

If It’s Time We Must Bear

George Harrison’s Living in the Material World… comes to his son in a dream.

If It’s Time We Must Bear

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Untool mind to spare time those steps 

never taken. Relishing difference the 

song of new eyes, a respectable space 

comfortable, not overdone. An orbital 

perspective feels the pull of a world

willing you back to cuddle up and listen.

All was a trap beyond our hitherto existence, a

collection of shapes behaving as one striding being 

with the sum of human efforts playing out in precisional 

tattoos, till accusations arise about an unacknowledged

separateness between two arms on one body driving 

the operator mad with itchy skin, deciding best march 

for Andromeda, agonizing surrender.

Arriving before we’re ready if it’s time we must bear, 

recline to find it’s not there, hatching then a chick of

eternal incubation, cute, fluffy, and unchanged. 

Surprised to notice those baby steps were always

at your feet, a breadcrumb trail for mice of men. 

Her Way Never Lost

Today, when hungry pen brokefast to page, this happen.

Her Way Never Lost

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Her body a sound garden, storm swept sea

passengers afloat, humming her vibration.

Carried and tossed, her way never lost

cosmic gyres full of glee, winking out reality.

afterthought: simulation, consciousness, energy ladder doesn’t seem all that off. Maude; extremely vaginal.

Nature, then Something else entirely…. Literally

Are some people content with not achieving great things?  If giving the opportunity who wouldn’t?  Many of us settle with what we can get by with.  Is that because his or her dreams seem to far away?  Is it the way a person is raised from a young age, or the environment they’re born into?  Are some people just more naturally driven towards success and power while others are happy with what life gives them.  Perspective is everything, I could wake up each morning and be happy with the food, comfort, and security that many of us desirer so badly.  But even then unless I am a monk or an removed from society, that wouldn’t satisfy me or most people as it appears.  Does this show us a glimpse of human nature?  That if a person knows what is possible economically then he or she won’t rest a day till they are satisfied.  But in early agrarian civilizations I think it is known that people didn’t behave this way.  Or perhaps whoever grew the most wheat got the most women?   Since our physical needs are accommodated so easily in modern society that it allows us to be creative and competitive.   Then why aren’t all of us driven the same way as other?   Is it television’s fault?  Maybe a person does believe he or she is doing great things and that alone is enough for that person.  In that case what is the determining factor between that person and any successful figure that has worked their way to the top.  Where I arrive at now is that people are different, interest and what makes them happy.  We are all born with different skill and ability, therefore what makes one person happy does not have to apply to the next.  Why and How?  If you believe in destiny then I know your answer.  Or is that just what makes humans so successful, interesting and beautiful creatures.  We vary more than any other known species, but we know that our genetic make up only differs by less than 1%.  So it has to be our awesome brains then.  It is true that some people are born with higher intelligence than others, but does that cross over to drive and competitiveness.   Are others just more animalistic which causes them to want to out do his or her neighbor.

If you live in America you were told that competition is good, a sort of laissez faire mentality; and in sports it is completely necessary.  But perhaps we have reached a point of interconnectedness through the internet, that if something is good people are going to find out about it.  The reason we have a hundred different brands of toilet paper is because someone thinks that it is profitable to sell it.  Lets say we got ride of every single unnecessary company and job and only kept business that sold a good product or service at a fair price, and anyone else was told to go home and do the thing they love.   Perhaps you wouldn’t need a job, perhaps for every Facebook like you got was worth a bit coin or some sort of adjusted currency that if you were to express yourself online and when people like it it would be profitable.  Maybe you had to work a real job that people in a functioning society depends on i.e. construction worker. work as that for till a certain age then if you feel ready you could stop and pick up a hobby or do what ever it is you love.  There would constantly be a new body of employees ready to put in there time.  If it turns out that working in a restaurant is what makes you happy you would be free to do it for as long as you liked, obviously earning more than you would as on the peer rewarded retirement so to speak.

I’m going to end it there, my point being is, I think there is a better way to run a society, who knows what the future will hold for us, with nano technology and such, where are we going on this crazy ride.  Bound to Earth, for now