My Poem “Millennium”
In a thousand years what will be left? In a thousand years what will be left of us? In a thousand years what will be left of our planet? In a thousand years what will be uncovered underneath the dust? In a thousand years what will we be thanked for by future generations? In a thousand years what will we as a species look like? In a thousand years will everyone be a cybernetic organism? In a thousand years will people have to stay inside most of the time to shield from the intensity of the sun's light? In a thousand years will the human race be living on other worlds, and travelling through time, as well as through space? In a thousand years will we have forgotten what we now hold most dear? In a thousand years will we have been contacted by multiple intergalactic inhabitants of the galaxy, not mention the universe? In a thousand years will people worship Artificial Intelligence and think of them as all knowing electronic gods? In a thousand years will we have created a source of universal equilibrium? In a thousand years will we wish then that we now would have learned our lessons about tempting fate? Only our descendants can know for sure what is going to happen in the thousand years of the next millennium.
My Poem “Vamos!”
There is really no time like the present... the past anchors us but can sometimes seem closer or farther away than it appears... nothing and no one stays the same for long - explosions of energy and light burn brightly and then return to where they came from, but can be captured for all eternity through the appeture of a camera lens... the future is a constantly unveiling tapestry that can only be quantified when it is divided into seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years. The speed of light is fast - but, even in space, there are limits... the sound of someone's voice can continue to be heard long after they have passed... there are times when we have to sacrifice moments spent with people, because sometimes the time we are given isn't enough to fit everything that we need to do in... whether it is the footprints on The Moon, or the tiretracks on the surface of Mars, every one and everything leaves impressions - and some things endure not just because they exist within a vacuum, but because they are an example of why some things are innately meant to last. We leave so much behind... we all wish that we could revist some of the highlights from our life and speak to some of the people who we have lost... we all dream of things and people that seem to come out of nowhere - but when it comes to our connection with all things, everywhere, there is no such thing as the passage of time... when we realise that our time is short in comparison to most things in the universe, we all come to the conclusion that we need to do what we can, where we can, when we can - because, if we do not, then there may come a day when we awaken, wonder, and wish that when we were given the chance to do something extraordinary we had - because so many great leaps into the unknown started with someone saying: "Let's go!"
My Poem “In store”
I used to love watching sunrises and sunsets - but now, whenever I see one, all I can think about is how many more I will get to enjoy, and how much time I have left; time was always something that I thought I had a lot of, time with people was something that I foolishly took for granted - then I was physically and emotionally struck by a loss so overwhelming that my entire attitude towards life and what was important was impacted. Some things hit you hard but you learn to recover from them... some things knock you off your stride but you can relearn how to walk again... some things you can stop doing but you can resume at a later date; however, there are some things - like seeing the face of someone who you love who you have lost - that you know you might have to hold on to for a long time, because if you want to see someone again you might have to wait, and, most importantly, you might have to hold on to something even more valuable and precious: your faith. Over the course of a life everybody finds someone and something to believe in... from beginning to end everybody's life is a story that has so much detail to it that even if you tried you wouldn't be able to recall, nor capture, every last thing... when you wake up every morning it can take a while to remember who you are, where, and what happened - even the events of the night before... when everybody goes to bed at night - but before they dream the night away - there is a time that feels like you are watching a tide rise that you are unable to stop looking at and can not walk away from because what is coming towards you is a force of the universe that reminds us of where we came from, where we've been, where we are going, and somewhere that only those who perceive time non-linearly know for sure what is ultimately in store.
The Sound of Mark – podcast: “Remarks”, Episode #1 – 4
In these episodes Mark remarks about what he is doing, thinking, and feeling at the time.
My Poem “The Time is Now”
It's 3 A.M. again... it's the time of after and before... it's quiet - which means it is the perfect time to listen... it is now when people like me awaken in the dark after being awoken to think more upon what our inner-self wishes to explore. It is not a time suited for everybody... it is not a time when that many might wish to converse; however, in my experience, it is a fertile time to walk through the garden of poetry and inspiration - because it is a time when the mind of everyone, especially a poet, is open to more than they might think... it is time to let your thoughts wander clearly without the expectation that you might find yourself leap from one extreme scenario to another like you might during a dream. It is before the sun has risen when I have repeatedly found myself considering where I am, why, and how? It is while the moon is still in the sky when I have ventured to answer the question: where do I go from here? It is after leaving behind the fog of the dream-world that I try and recapture something that I may have discovered while traversing my own internal ocean - that is both of my own making but is also connected to something a great deal more vast and deep... It is now when I have always been more aware of who and what surrounds me and defines me - and I believe that for the rest of my life it will always be this time when multiple realities will continue to meet, and whether consciously, or not, decide that the time is now to reveal themselves to me.