[Role Modlin]

Rebuilding The Myth

alternating currents in a tidewater surge
rational resistance to an unwise urge
anything can happen
- Neil Peart

prime mover personified
a hundred million bits of information
freezing white hot
fragging the wetware
first cause for the new gods

somewhere in time and space
the unspoken screams
the boys and girls of Olympus
run into the arms of daemon lovers

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[Role Modlin]

This is only one small piece of something I'm working on right now.

[Jeffrey]

I'll admit, I have no skill or patience for binary. The verse preceding are wonderful. I'd highlight particulars, but I'd end up copying & pasting the whole thing. Great choice with "daemon."

[Role Modlin]

Originally Posted by Jeffrey

I'll admit, I have no skill or patience for binary. The verse preceding are wonderful. I'd highlight particulars, but I'd end up copying & pasting the whole thing. Great choice with "daemon."

I have no patience with it either...which is why I haven't gone back to it. I wanted the binary part to actually say something, but it's so difficult to format and fit within the framework of the poem. I will probably drop it. At this point...it seems too pretentious. It's also unnecessary in the context of the poem.

[Role Modlin]

Rebuilding The Myth

alternating currents in a tidewater surge
rational resistance to an unwise urge
anything can happen
- Neil Peart

prime mover personified
a hundred million bits of information
freezing white hot
fragging the wetware
first cause for the new gods

somewhere in time and space
the unspoken screams
the boys and girls of Olympus
run into the arms of daemon lovers

they dance in the garden
pagan princes and princesses
stained from head to toe
still clutching the remains
of fruit long since forbidden

nuclei collide indefinitely
cold fusion of emotions
stars explode and fall
ripped from the jaws of grace

Ivy Mike smiles and strums
boats of bleached bone
set sail down the Styx
as the children sing along

I ain't missing you at all
since you've been gone away

[Role Modlin]

I'm still working on some rough edges...so consider it a work in progress for now.

[Nate]

I like it alright, except it reminds me of this atrocity I once found.

[Jo Mo]

"I ain't missing you at all" reminds me of , heh, I forget the artist who did a song containing this quote. The poem seem to cross borders from one time to another. Or a mixtures of myth and realities. Eh, what am I trying to say, anyway, lol.

[Role Modlin]

Originally Posted by Jo Mo

"I ain't missing you at all" reminds me of , heh, I forget the artist who did a song containing this quote. The poem seem to cross borders from one time to another. Or a mixtures of myth and realities. Eh, what am I trying to say, anyway, lol.

It's John Waite, and it's deliberate. Originally I had that line rendered in binary to close the poem but it was too clumsy and too darn long.

[Jeffrey]

"Missing You" is one of my favorite songs. It's ascended to the top five in the past year or so. It's just perfect. I'm transfixed when I hear it, as I am with Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car" and the Beatles' "For No One."

[Jo Mo]

I have reread the poem. It seems to paint a picture of days gone by. 80's if you will. A party with lots of young kids dancing away to John Waite. Am I close?