So Nice Together

So nice together are

chocolate, coffee, and kief.

Their three sounds starting as:

“cha”, “ka”, and “kee”.

Their sounds  roll off of my mind’s tongue,

as they travel down the tunnels,

left over from old, dusty thoughts.

Their journey cleans the dirt,

from the edges,

of the tunnels,

as the sounds pass by.

One is soft:

“cha”.

Two are sharp:

“ka” and “kee”

The kief goes first,

as it is the sharpest.

The coffee and chocolate are last;

they polish,

they shine,

the thoughts tunneled past.

Their three smells and tastes,

so nice after heat.

Bittersweet,

brash,

dark and neat.

Their three,

distinct feelings on the brain,

are thrice relief,

all sooth, excite, yet soothe

(in the main).

Relative Sieves

by

David S. Ullery

I like to chat and talk with friends,

or sometimes relatives.

But if I chat and stay too long,

their two ears,

become two sieves.

They try to leave,

if I do not perceive,

that chatting,

takes four ears.

Some one-way talk,

may last so long,

it may feel to them like years.

Somewhere,

Sometime,

when I am alone,

I wonder,

if ever,

my mind can come home.

If there is something to say,

then make it clear,

with nothing to worry,

and holding no fears.

More often than not,

it is best to stop,

if the topic is not hot,

to non-filtered ears.

That is one very friendly fellow,

and one very kind soul,

who listens a lot,

when the topic,

is not very cool!

It’s Cool to Be Alive

by

David S. Ullery

◊◊◊

It is cool to be alive,

And to be aware,

All at the same time

Being aware,

Of being aware,

Of being aware,

Of whatever happens now

The Universe is real,

And so am I

It is a delight to be alive,

And to be aware,

Without a care,

In a world so small

It is a cool breeze that blows,

And makes me aware,

Of time,

For the breeze makes a sound,

When it blows in my ears

When my mind does travel down a dark path,

Being aware,

Without a care,

With the breeze in my hair,

Quickly,

Quietly,

Removes all of the fear

◊◊◊

The Gene Meme Machine Scene

by

David S. Ullery

The backyard keeps its grass in a lawn,

But not Straight.

Wild, white flowers with roses,

Gather around its rounded edge on one side.

The gene,

Meme,

Survival machine,

Enters the backyard scene;

To exercise,

To clean.

The yard is now Straight.

The wild,

White flowers,

The roses;

They remain.

The lawn,

The machine;

They are trim.

The Garage is Great

by

David S. Ullery

The Garage is Great,

It holds so many Treasures now.

The Garage is Great,

It holds most of my books,

So nicely,

So neatly,

So organized,

On Bookshelves.

The Garage is Great,

It holds the screws,

So nicely,

So neatly,

So organized,

To hold each shelf in place,

on its proper bookshelf.

The Garage is Great,

It holds the boards,

So nicely,

So neatly,

So organized,

To become the shelf,

held in its proper bookshelf.

The Garage is Great,

It holds so many Treasures now,

The books,

The niceness,

The neatness,

The orderliness,

And even one Car!

Do You Believe

by

David S. Ullery

Do you believe,

That if I leave,

And go into another room,

That I will find,

As I look behind,

The handle of a broom?

Could we perceive,

Life’s treasures we leave,

And the people who leave us too soon,

That when we are kind,

As we  sweep the dirt behind,

The memories still have some room?

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Jacobal Lectomen:  Wooosh, Click, Whoot

by David S. Ullery

July 02, 2009

Based on the story: Upgrade 01A

Version: 1.3

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Jacobal Lectomen was nearly twenty four,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

He had come of age so very recently,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Upgrade 01A

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Upgrade zero zero  zero  zero,

Dot,

Zero zero zero one,

Dot,

One  zero one zero

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Upgrade 01A!

Jacobal,

You are dreaming all day!

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Two of the portable machines,

Closest to his head,

Made very tiny clicking noises,

As they self-adjusted to Jacobal’s,

Subtle movements in his bed

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

One held a scanner,

Over his forehead,

Then a probe,

Then withdrew,

Then over the top,

Then over his right temporal lobe,

And held it in place

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Moments later,

The one on his left side,

Made a very slight sound,

A soothing whoosh of fresh oxygen,

Followed by a soft,

Breathy,

Organic-metalic “whooot”,

As a valve closed

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

The third machine,

Was silently moving,

Its multiple scanners,

Over the patient’s torso and limbs

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

A few,

Extremely tiny,

Barely visible,

Blue lights were blinking,

At various rates

Another was an amber light and not blinking,

Woosh,

Click,

Whoot

°°°

Jacobal,

Upgrade 01A,

What happened to your qubits?

And why are they so close to your brain bits?

°°°

Jacobal Lectomen was nearly twenty four,

He had come of age so very recently

Jacobal: Whooosh, Click, Whoot

01A!

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