the roof of the world

a single thunderclap, out of nothing
an imbalance in knowledge
waveform collapse
a sunset, in my heart
told what to feel
back to the walled garden
the flash and the call
the monster behind the mask
Geography and History

keepers of old, lost knowledge
rolling thunder, in a roiling sky
Mithraic mysteries underground
unleashed when the Ice Age ended
breadcrumbs and hints throughout history
evolving along with viruses
a shout that echoes until there is silence
these feelings had to come from somewhere
the world had to stop for someone

a commitment to knowledge
AWP thunderclap
the power of the gods
1000-year old vampire
oracles and temples
the AI of the temple
the Answer is implicit in the Question
the present is just a thin film over history
heir of empires

before the smoke
rediscovered science, from ancient times
1000-year old supercomputer
frozen in the glaciers of the last Ice Age
the invention of symbolic thought
an echo boom across history
space telepaths
god of the sandstorm
the hierarchy of species

tales of ones who won and ones who lost
smile, like you used to
wear the thorns or wear the horns
allowed to feel your true feelings

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/09/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.

The Locke and the Short of It

Locke has the same car as Ted Bundy: The VW bug – speaking of a serial killers, on the Lost Island. Locke isn’t the son of God, but the son of Hades, and his inheritance is the Netherworld (quite literally with the Man in Black being stuck in his own pocket dimension: the Island).

Both his parents betray Locke. His mom was a typical, gold digging, ’70s hippie. His mom didn’t even want to acknowledge the pregnancy. Locke’s parents deserved each other. Poor Locke.

When I built my whole underground complex, in Minecraft, there was a huge main entrance and two small “hatches.” I built my fortress in 2013, before I first saw Lost, in 2014. Locke and Boone could have looked for another opening.

Boone’s death wasn’t Locke’s fault, per se, but running away and lying (like his con man dad would have done) didn’t do his guilty image any favors. Faith, the opiate of the masses, can fail. Makes sense that priests and heroin would be on the same plane.

Locke, runs away, after bringing Boone to the camp. His dad abandons him, after taking away his kidney. Like father, like son. Cooper tricks Locke. Locke tricks Boone. The sin repeats. Locke was supposedly immaculately conceived. The Virgin Mary statues on the plane were hollowed out, to smuggle heroin. Faith unrewarded – or at least defeated, temporarily, by reason. Clothes decaying would take only a few years, in a jungle.

Boone’s whole horror movie reveal, about the maid, in his childhood, was pretty much a huge bit of foreshadowing. It was a sideways prophecy, (like a flash sideways), that Boone wouldn’t survive the episode. Lost Island group telepathy. Hive mind. Boone survived one plane crash, just to die, in another. Boone was the true Icarus, for the surviving Locke, who is Daedalus.

Abandoned by Heaven and Hell – but not by the Island. At the last moment, a light comes on in the Hatch. Desmond has been down there, in the Hatch time capsule, for decades. He has learned to ignore whatever is up there, on the Surface. The light was both happenstance, and fate. Desmond turned on the light, and the Man in the Black sent Locke a sign.

A light comes on in the Hatch. It was big, when I saw it, half a decade ago. Like finding out we’re not the only intelligent life, in the universe – whether that life is in outer space, or in some warped, quantum dimension / timeline continuity.

Locke regaining his power to walk, on the island, is, in part, due to his faith. When his faith wavers, he suddenly can’t walk anymore, or feel his lower limbs and feet. Psychosomatic v. The Island giveth and the Island taketh away.