Indie Highway

Science Fiction

#scififorgeeks

The Deep Hidden

The island will remain where relevance restrains itself from extinction, and profit. A place inviting all to the come-as-you-are, a sector where the green light is complete and will continue to grow far beyond the gene farms and outposts. 

It will be the end of a future where another island has disappeared for purposes of two connecting veins to become one--much like falling in love with a love song the way you might fall in love when you know your time is coming. 

Yes. Simply letting go of the meaning of the commercial eyes, the eyes sorted in some way by the secure, the undated--oversights in far away think tanks built by the invulnerable, the deep hidden. 

Letting go of caring for all the renders of the uninhabitable in the rising seas. It's so sure of itself in its shooting down of the new, in a place where explainers (if they found enough inadequacies) would be even more spooked by daily political curtain risings.

It's as if holy shrouds reveal themselves as a new deity.

It's here she had changed when she realized she wanted to  remain with the ocean--when the ocean was  (even in its most believable ugliness) her belief source, a place to ponder the dark part of the heart of  an indie highway that goes all the way. 

Here the island had remained above the waters for its own reasons. An entity with no issues, the kind that would have remained undetected by harsh law, detected by natural light.

It's a ready and willing force, a force that only comes from behind the shadow of a scream, a force that would never hide in a corn crib--it's always paddling hard to see what chance it has.

It's a force that reminds even the finkle-minded, what lifeless feels like in the deep hidden.

Science Fiction

Matrix Home

#scififorgeeks

Biobot Abode

She stands for a moment beyond the public conversations, listening with quick topic uprooters--new sproutings that would matter only to a writer's soul.

Her arrays of answers to the unforeseen encounter endless hokey-okays of theHumans. 

She is an inquisitive, rival-sided biobot of the new kind, with elements of appeal that grows, seemingly, with theJungle, only to disappear back into the dark shadows of database. 

It seems the island continues in its silences of space-time. It notices the myriads of reference datapops for uprooting proof, comfortable in its central role of the planned, ritual order, far removed from receiving clicks-in-a-database. 

The island's attribute as builder-of-influence has grown from traditional hierarchies. 

In the early days of the internet it was one of a variety of off-the-road, happy-to-see-you, not-too-tribal-for-society places, so full of its own myriads of networks, node trolls with grids racing in streams. (it simply added on, from the previous century, in such a way as to present its persona to theNetwork, expecting the plans of the later 21stCentury to alter natural courses to simply leave it alone) 

It's the island and all its attributes--nano-cellulose soil, non-clammering ritual decoders (not yet rejected as evil), able to house such things as cannibalism, to come back to life in a way no one would know--a true gem of the ocean. 

Phantom Surfer

#scifi adrift

The Island

She sees the island as being held within the bosom of fools. "It is too warm, too wet," she thinks. 

The island's long-term hardship is masked by its beauty. The dark, inner palaces, the places a motherhood realm never wants to be--its  deathless grave of procreation. 

It possesses the passion of a virgin cobra, one with all the impulsive action required for the feeding of insects under canopy, a canopy with deep story. 

It was supposed to be a research site, crawling with dimensions of analytical data, controlled by the scientific method. 

Travel and destiny combined their forces into something other than fate that holds the island in a space-time void. 

There should be a sign that reads: "Go home, you'll live longer."

Diamond Head View

Aloha Writers, Poets, Freethinkers,

      Ocean view of blue Hawaii horizon and island tropical green from 

Diamond Head crater on island of Oahu for  inspiration. Enjoy!

Tropical Island Flower

Aloha poets,

                      Flaming tropical island flower inspires today's poetry. 

Enjoy!

Dawnings Drawing Raw

Poetatas are songs you sing to bring the day still lying in bed

Morning wonders dribble asunder before deemed potato head

To dream still after eyes first waking is a dream worthwhile

It's your writer's life, the chance you're taking with that smile

Island flowers outside ready day's ride with, "'Ka la hiki ola'"

In styling powers the writer inside glides, "Gala hikes aloha."

A visitor's vision presents decision beyond cursory readings

Tropical flower in textual prowess offers up color bleedings

Set a sight now draw a path of wow in lines of sand or stone

Will a way let energy sway then wind up in sandstone

Home is the heart yet skills do their part to lead away

Shared cares of invention out there return from led astray

Pivotal breezes are only sneezes of hurried distracted thinking

New days dawn to offer a song yet with no lights blinking

Willful strife takes its own life to irradiate the malady

Superfund learning needs yearning to adopt an apt analogy

Still island ways as cool breeze sways far across all that blue

Common sense circumvents as uncommon courages the few

A Lochness loneliness stretches to stress the virtue of aloha

Island flower wields the true power saying only,"'Ka la hiki ola'"

The Tortoise Who Taught Us

Aloha poets,
                      Tortoise has been given a nice lettuce lunch and
continues to look for something good. Enjoy!

Islands of 'Imi ola


Direct your attention now to that with you value the most
Involvement must occur even before your morning toast
Open your heart then eyes at first morning light
Let islands of 'imi ola chase away the night


First waking moment is your point of attack
Useless expectation gets sent to the back
Invaders may enter with hugs of achievement
Islands of 'imi ola, your evader of bereavement


Islands of 'imi ola make your tomorrow golden
You color them blue then green to embolden
Add to the heart of day's best part without race
Islands of 'imi ola is the smile on your future's face


Stays in the present not the purgatory of worry
Draws a criminal probe on those who hurry
A leap of faith or so you say?
It's your islands of 'imi ola that brighten your day


Expectation can be a raw double-edged sword
A partisan believer in the business of hoard
Views from your perch may keep you in the fight
Let islands of 'imi ola shake off the night