Excerpts from Double Mirage

In a Moment of Courage

"The wound of my name,
chiseled in stone,
left in marble,
so desperately alone.
Asleep in bed,
in my forever home.
But I haven't left.
I still breathe.
Heart pounding in chest."

Double Mirage Poems and Vignettes
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Through These Eyes

Things that don't exist
live in the corners of my eyes.
Shadows and light take form,
evil thoughts are hard to resist.
This is my norm, as I was born.

Optical illusion precedes delusion.
These ghosts are real,
and lead to this fusion.
It's the story I tell myself
that generates confusion.

About Double Mirage (From the Back Cover)

This is the “Double Mirage”. It is a place between illusion and reality, mystery, and uncertainty. 

For every illusion there is something real that defines it as an illusion.

Double Mirage is a poetic exploration of this idea of “what is real and is what is not.” I combine my skills learned as an English major with those of my previous profession, systems engineer, and analyst at Intel Corporation, both which require expertise in information theory and communications.

You can’t have a conversation about information without a conversation about misinformation. But there is also another type, misunderstood information, where we create explanations that are wrong not because we are trying to fool someone but because we don’t see the whole picture, we act only on the part we can see.

What is critical to any illusion is the element of realness it projects, by depicting familiar objects which we identify as real. This is why we can easily be fooled that misinformation is real, as long as some of that misinformation is actually real. So maybe everything is not an illusion but confusion instead.

Some people understand the power of information. You will find them with politicians, advertisers and con artists quenching their thirst down at the Double Mirage.

The Prisoner of Dream

"At night, I crawl
through roses,
feeling for worms,
and parasites,
in the dark cool soil.

I join with numbness,
the frost, thorn, and petal,
rock and pebble."

Double Mirage 

The shot rings out inside your head,
the bullet bleeds from the hammer,
the lead cools in the chamber
of your brain.

You part your lips for the kiss of Christ.
He kneels before you hypnotized,
and in your last startling vision,
you see the bullet hidden,
between the eyes of your surprised,
and rigid, Messiah. 

The Inevitable Spirit

Dance, with your dark partner. You are the shadow he casts, a shadow of a shadow, a shadow so dark it darkens the fire that causes the shadow.

Moses on the Mount

In the beginning,
God created the Amoeba.
He said “Multiply into a
myriad of creatures,
make a chain from
here to the galaxies.

Feed on each other,
dine on your host.”
Touch, bite, suck!
These are the tools
of a god. They help
get things done!

Amid this feast of blood,
I hear a whisper,
feel deeper meaning,
of evolution.

Evolution is the procreation
of touch. Evolution
collects in consciousness.

Love thy enemy,
but kill him if you have to!
Consider Game as
the essence of life.

Play hard, work easy!
Attitude is the
essence of Heaven.
If we die today or never –
It doesn’t matter.
Anxiety is the only Hell.

Think a thought and forget it!
Save yourself,
then put yourself in danger.
Give yourself light,
then blow out the flame.

Inconsistency allows us to create.
Life is Art. Making art is play.
Commitment to play is work.

Having the correct attitude
for oneself is liberation.
Using that attitude
to create is revolution.
Thus, evolution serves God
and displeases “Him” not.

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