Lichen

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Complementary cooperation,

is part and parcel,

with survival

in this world.

There is space for you here

with me,

even if we look different from each other,

and come from separate 

walks of life.

In times of strife,

Keep me company,

And give me cover,

So I can give unto you,

The bounty the Sun provides,

With no expectation

Of reciprocation.

From our closeness,

Comes sacred symbiosis,

So that,

In sum,

We are more

Than one another.

The Rumor Mill

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If someone told you something in a dream,

did you hear it from them?

It wasn’t the beating of my eardrums,

but the wind-chimes in my mind,

that really shook me.

As clearly as I heard that phrase,

Just like when I’m  awake,

I can’t quite place

a name to a face.

Some times my mind,

plays tricks on me,

some times,

it speaks outright lies.

To pursue,

embedded memories,

is not worth the energy.

Perusing,

confusing illusions,

only leads you back,

to the directory.

Ouroboros

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Today we will begin at the end,

Since it’s always just around the bend,

As a general trend.

I deal not in absolutes,

Color me an opportunist,

As I bask,

In the branches,

And wear whichever skin,

Suits me.

The serpent knew the truth,

Long before those other two,

Ate their fruit.

For better or worse,

You owe your state of mind,

To me.

A Little Housekeeping

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Hi guys!

I’m sorry for my absence lately, things have gotten crazy with school and the like and I haven’t been writing quite as much as I’d like. 

I will try to update this blog as much as I can, and I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me. You’re all awesome!

Thanks,

Matt

Codebreakers

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There is simply no way

to not communicate.

But at times

quotations

must seem

to just be noise.

Working backwards,

the cipher takes

a clear line

of thought,

ties it into

a Gordian knot,

and sends it out in to the ether.

It’s parsed out,

piece-by-piece

by one side

or the other.

Brilliant mathematicians,

decrypt,

ascribe,

and find the grains of truth,

in the cloud of deception.

Brood Parasites

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The tools of the trade:

Cryptic plumage,

Hawkish mannerisms,

And a steady supply,

Of child soldiers.

The cuckoo lies in wait,

Standing stealthily,

Avoiding strife,

With her victim’s eventual lapse,

She strikes.

Though they care not for their neighbors,

They do have a knack,

For finding babysitters,

Despite their reputation,

As impolite guests.

The screaming chick,

Sounds like the clutch,

Of hungry children,

It jettisoned.

On the other hand,

In the other hemisphere,

The cowbird makes little effort,

To make its egg inconspicuous,

Instead it relies on mob mentality.

The mom pays a visit,

To her nest of choice,

Which will be destroyed,

At the first sign of resistance,

To their alimony.

If there’s any acrimony,

It isn’t apparent,

As the often very different parent,

Raises the imposter.

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https://www.rspb.org.uk/birds-and-wildlife/bird-and-wildlife-guides/bird-a-z/c/cuckoo/

http://jasonking.net/site/brown-headed-cowbird/

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Scheduled Maintenance

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Tinkering is the art of incrementalism.

The heart grows fonder with each quarter-turn of a socket wrench,

I invest my time to top off her fluids when she’s running low,

Check the tread on her tires,

Pull out any dents,

Because she can’t do that on her own.

In return, she does the impossible,

Gets me where I need to go,

Yet doesn’t ask that much of me,

I’m just happy to help.