The Invention

I am watching everyone make their mark.
Using ideas and technology to make their start.


What is my worth with no web application to birth?

Cook it down, on a slow simmer.
Until the idea glimmers.
Until there is no sound.
Until my mind becomes unbound.

I can no longer compete.
So I won’t.
The giants have won.
I live daily that defeat.

What is my target?
Who is the monster I want to harvest?
Slingshot in hand, I will take my aim.
I will mock the monster and call it names.

My invention will not do all things.
No bells and whistles to ring.
One thing it will do the best.
Once I find that function I can rest.

The world will rejoice and use this invention.
And remember the tool that did one thing.
Like fire it will forever change the game.
Like water it will thrive and life will never be the same.



  1. Akbar Lightning
    September 3, 2010

    what i like about your posts lately is that they have an honor in them…

    there is less agenda, and more awareness of the profound gift of life…

    yet, they still adhere to the importance of the details of this life, and i like that, they are still political, but in a more ancient way…

    epic…that is what they have become, and i will ride with that anyday…

    great poem, might be one of the best, great image and great music…

    5/5 lightning strikes

  2. universaltron
    September 3, 2010

    i’m interested in learning more about your thoughts. thank you for such great feedback my friend. i wonder what you mean by less agenda. my themes are so all over the place i wasn’t aware i had an agenda other than sharing as honestly as i can. i’m just interested how an agenda has been perceived. maybe i have one that i’m not aware of. also do you think this piece is political or were you referring to others? i am always interested in the epic tragedy of being human. to say a work is epic is truly an honor. i know you also seek to create works of epic nature yourself and have been influenced by so many great writers who have been on the epic search for truth as well.

    i feel so powerless at times. as if the only thing i can do is be witness to that powerlessness and put it out there so that others know that they are not alone. they are not the only ones that feel small and who would like to slay the giants and find “success” but find it impossible to wrap one’s mind around anything that is worth inventing.

    so i write about the invention as if it exists. maybe in my dreams tonight it will appear. i’m searching for my white whale. i guess i have been my whole artistic life. it escapes me but i keep hunting.

  3. universaltron
    September 3, 2010

    1 Samuel 17:
    40 And he took his staff in his hand, and chose him five smooth stones out of the brook, and put them in a shepherd’s bag which he had, even in a scrip; and his sling was in his hand: and he drew near to the Philistine.

    41 And the Philistine came on and drew near unto David; and the man that bare the shield went before him.

    42 And when the Philistine looked about, and saw David, he disdained him: for he was but a youth, and ruddy, and of a fair countenance.

    43 And the Philistine said unto David, Am I a dog, that thou comest to me with staves? And the Philistine cursed David by his gods.

    44 And the Philistine said to David, Come to me, and I will give thy flesh unto the fowls of the air, and to the beasts of the field.

    45 Then said David to the Philistine, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.

    46 This day will the LORD deliver thee into mine hand; and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee; and I will give the carcases of the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls of the air, and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel.

    47 And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD’s, and he will give you into our hands.

    48 And it came to pass, when the Philistine arose, and came and drew nigh to meet David, that David hasted, and ran toward the army to meet the Philistine.

    49 And David put his hand in his bag, and took thence a stone, and slang it, and smote the Philistine in his forehead, that the stone sunk into his forehead; and he fell upon his face to the earth.

    50 So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and smote the Philistine, and slew him; but there was no sword in the hand of David.

  4. Akbar Lightning
    September 4, 2010

    what a great story…seriously heroic…love it!

    nothing like the old testament to ‘keep it real’

    the problem with religions after christ, is that they lack the mythological mastery, due to the increased fidelity of historical record.

    as i said in another comment on another post…miracles and adventures are our only way out of the 21st century conundrum…

    as far as your poetry goes…in the beginning was the word…

    and then there were more words, and they were forming out of the primordial ooze of an idea…

    but now, the idea is alive, and it is maturing…

    i believe in creative progress..i believe an artist gets better as he/she practices…and i see that validated in your work…

    this can easily go into our old discussion concerning craft and pure being…but i am simply saying that in your latest works, i feel that you are more successfully placing that stone in the head of the giant…

  5. universaltron
    September 5, 2010

    we will kill the giant akbar. thank you Akbar. without your support on this poetry journey i’m sure i woud still be painting now.

    we must all find our target first. i was speaking to a friend yesterday about passion and talent and how he/we believe everyone has one. he brought it down to a gene. i rarely hear of talents in terms of genes and thought that was an interesting twist. once we realize our inherited talent there is a since of predestination. as if one was passed the torch to use the gene. then there is always the problem of someone having a talent but lacking the passion to pursue that talent. so we spoke about a passion gene as well. life gives us passion i believe. it’s not inborn. our surroundings and our teachers, mentors and even life itself pushes that button. having cancer can be a passion button for many. i’ve seen people be set in motion like never before the closer they come with their mortality. so i believe the trick for humanity and individuals right now is how to push our passion button so we can experience our own personal miracles and to stop the ongoing apathy that our culture grows like a virus.

    the closer we are to the source as a collective the easier we will be able to solve the problems we face. but if i wake up each day and blindly follow the same dogma that i have been taught each day i won’t be able to self actualize my potential, find my mission and activate those talent genes.


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