Dreams in the Machine (Poems)

Age of Chaos is a fake Metal band I invented, which I often make covers for
Age of Chaos is a fake Metal band I invented, which I often make covers for

The Unfinished

Over the years I've had a lot of ideas. I've been writing for a long time, it's consumed a great deal of my free time but the older I get it seems the less free time I have to devote to my own stories and poems. So recently I wrote a poem for every unfinished idea, every unspoken thought, every hidden feeling left unexpressed. Anyone who's ever suffered writers block should be able to relate,

The Unfinished


The unfinished story, the unbroken line

The incomplete tale, left frozen in time

I have so many words, stories to share

So much to ponder, the pages left bare


Swirling resonance housed deep in my mind

With a thousand themes that all lead back here

Stories with middles and endings divine

With obstacles keeping them from beginning


Thoughts of beauty blend and combine within

And I shudder to think, if I could only begin

With nervous digits, with my pad and a pen

To tell the tales that swell on tides


It is all so unfocused, like a boiling sea

A cauldron left cooking, now spilling

And how I wish these secrets found purchase

Amongst the minds and hearts I seek to sway


Like shadows of what truly is they stretch

They grow in the light and vanish in the darkness

I see them like ghosts upon the shores of my mind

Haunting the crevices, a home they hope to find


The man is more incomplete than the epic

In it's adventurous waves he hopes to find escape

And ride seas of bravery to a friendlier shore

Where the shadows that hide here can be free once more


Fear keeps the tongue from toiling

And keeps the pen from its craft and its trade

Cowardice traps courage and stifles the truth

From spilling onto pages, and so the words fade


A mask beneath a monster

And a man beneath all that

A shadow beneath Icarus

As the sun melts wings of wax


Self-loathing keeps a bard's hands idle

His lips sealed tight from speaking out

Those who sting left barbs inside him

And venom courses through him now


I hide my face for shame, as the sunsets

Over another day unseized, another tale unwrit

I hide in other stories, in potential unbegot

The stories left unfinished, secrets not unlocked



Dreams in the Machine

It seems like no matter what I tend to return to the same ideas whether I'm writing poems, song lyrics or even attempting a novel.

There are numerous themes touched upon in this next poem but I think the most important is reflected in the line "love the question, not the answer". That idea is something instilled in me some years ago in my college Intro to Philosophy course. The idea being that a true philosopher doesn't just love knowledge or wisdom (as the word philosophy itself reflects) but also loves the mystery itself and readily admits when there is no clear answer. In a sense the philosopher is always seeking but is never satisfied, there is always more to learn.


Dreams in the Machine


Eyes like fire, bleed color into my life

Fragments of a dream, left far behind

Enemies, reaching from memories to torment

No cure in this tortured isolation


I am the foreign body, the germ in the blood

All the pieces fit the puzzle, save for one

That malformed monster in the mirror I dread to see

The one thing that halts synchronicity is me


I am the machine, made to look like man

The alien being, walking alone among them

The inflated sense of animus, of soul and fire

Is it all just an illusion we create with our desire?


Is it I who am the fraud or is the world a fake?

Are we all just dreams, an android's electric sheep?

The shadow-plays upon the eyelids of a god?

Ice cold on the inside with the facsimile of life?


What do I make of her, when she dances in my dreams?

When cosmic eyes call me to ponder what it means to be?

When images the minds of men cannot put to words

Appear to break my mind again in the darkness I prefer.


I am the empty lonely husk, the lifeless storm of atoms

Brought together out of dust, born in the boundless heavens

Given purpose by this life, to seek out love and fire

But in the struggle to survive we see the birth of deep desire


The mysteries of the darkness seen when we sleep

The first creatures to be born that can seek destiny

Beyond the mortal coil, beyond the depth of dreams

Our potential is not limited by the cogs in this machine


And amidst this crowd I'm lonely, with the ignorant and lost

Too busy dreaming to be dying, too worried for the cost

Of turning our eyes from the heavens, from the mystery ahead

To the dying superstitious myths that keep us so limited


Love the question, not the answer, the question is the spark

The mystery's the fire that lights the long dead heart

Love the fire found beneath her, the coals that keep her hot

That light the starshine in her eyes as she dances in the dark


I am the pariah, the voice not often heard

The one who knows the value, of every single word

The vaccine in the bloodstream, the calm before the storm

The cog who doesn't fit in this machine-like world

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Austinstar 3 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

They say that there is nothing new under the sun. But I'm guessing 'they' haven't read your poetry.

Absolutely stunning!


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Titen-Sxull 3 years ago from back in the lab again Author

Thanks Austinstar, I'd like to start posting more non-atheism related material like poems, stories, reviews, etch. I feel like I'm beating a dead horse with all the religion stuff :D


Lybrah 3 years ago

Yeah...I definitely have to agree with you on the "beating the dead horse" subject.


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Titen-Sxull 3 years ago from back in the lab again Author

Don't get me wrong, all of the material I write on religion is important to me. There are believers out there who have never heard their beliefs challenged or come in contact with counter-arguments. When it comes to the Bible and Christianity though I've made a lot of hubs and made the major points I think needed making.

I'd like to branch out into other areas, including some stranger beliefs like I deal with in my Into the Weird series, as well as fiction, poetry, etc.

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