Doesn't matter what you're made of

Doesn’t matter what you're made of
Doesn’t matter who you are
Doesn’t matter where you're going
Or if you drive a super car
You could be made of metal
Electronics for a brain
The fact that you are animal
Is basically the same
The only things that matter
Are the thoughts within your head
And life is where they come from

So live before you're dead

-

Egal Bohen

Conscience

Each day
Our consciousness
Connects
With senses
Sharpened
For the test
Within our heads
Our brains await
Signals
To evaluate
Data sensed
Brain digests
Body reacts
I am impressed
Then navigate
Without intent
Relentless
Information sent
Sense of hunger
Brings on fuel
Pain intrudes
[Damage]
[Limitation tool]
Simple transport
Simple minds
Bio-computers
[Called mankind]
Basic chemistry
Robots bond
Reproducing
Knowing wrong
-
Though
Conscious
Captures
Data flow

Conscience
Tells us
Where to go

So where does that
Fit in our frame
I think that
Conscience
Is the name
Of rules
Set down to play life’s game

Though not writ clear
In black and white
They hover
On the edge of the light

By some not seen
By the bright of their day

By others seen
Yet thrown away

To make

This game of life
More difficult
To play
And yet...
Perhaps...
More interesting?
Some
Might say

-

Egal Bohen

Brothers, Fathers, Sisters, Mothers

Take someone you love
Then ask yourself the question this;

What is it that creates this love
This act of total toleration

Is it the fact
That you well know
This person that you love
That everything of he or she
By knowing
Did then trust
-
And if that person then did change
Their name
And cease to speak
But then by chance in an autumn street
You again with them one day
Should meet
Would you then cease to love them so?
I think not

-
For their true heart
You know
-
And if you passed in an autumn street
For certain it is
Your eyes would meet
And for that second
Of contact flown
Shared knowing
Still finds
Love's
True home
-
So knowledge
Of each other is
One reason why
We each can give
Each other love
Conditioned not

-
Such love
Is true
“Forget-me-not”
-
Lack of this knowledge
Then it seems
Causes us to stay apart
From others
Knowing not their heart
And love them not a jot
-
Yet they are loved
Each every one
Someone’s daughter
Someone’s son

-
Just they are distant
Still unknown
To us
Through love

-
Like brothers own
-
So when
In autumn streets
We pass

-
Someone
Unknown

-
We avert our glance
Step aside
Preserve
Safe distance
For it is polite
-
The path
Of least
Resistance
-
And yet
Knowing how we love our brothers
Fathers
Sisters
And our mothers
How good it would be
If we felt the same
To those we know not
Not even
Their name
-
For if
As brothers and as sisters
We behaved

-
All part of one
Great family tree

-
To look
Each other in the eye
With truthful honesty
To acknowledge each
-
Their face
-
Their right to be
-
Then wouldn’t it be a better place?
-
At least a start
-
Communication
Through
The heart
-
A coming together
-
Not
A growing apart
-
Of
The human race

For
As
Brothers
Sisters
Fathers or Sons

Mothers Or Daughters

Goes everyone

-

Egal Bohen

Apophis

My
How close you come
Into my world
With distant hum
Close shave
First pass
The second
Well
Thy
Will
Be done
-
Through keyholed gravity
Earth it seems
May then succumb
Unless
With mans machines
Of battle
Might we overcome
Your deadly run
To prod you back
Toward the Sun
-
This scale of sabre rattling
Is no fun
We thought in space
That
There was room
For everyone
-
Clear off
I say
Or
We shall forcibly remove you
Apophis
99942
-
Begone

_

Egal Bohen
11-02-2005

The Apple

The apple was a story
Perhaps
For if something is not known
Guidance must be given
Before we can find home
For those who need no learning
Know the consequences too
But laws are passed
For those that don’t
That’s what
The apple
Had to do
-
It’s taking was journey
For man to set upon
The point to learn
Was learning
Where all answers do come from
The Apple
Was a symbol
A law
That it was wrong
To take something
You should not have
To man did not belong
-
It could have been a melon
One day perhaps
A star
The message
It has stayed the same
Forbidden
Is
Forbidden
We need first learn
Who we are
-
For if all had been for taking
When man first got his brain
If all had been available
All was sunshine
Without rain
There wouldn’t
Any loving be
Just pleasure
Without
Gain
-
In time it will be plain to us
What the apple had to do
But first
We have
To use our lives
To find out what is true
-
For passion
Perhaps waiting
-
For taking
Giving too
-
For self control
Comes from within
-
Helps your conscience become you 

_

Egal Bohen

Aliens

Now
Whatever is an alien?
-Is a question you may well ask
Would we recognise one if we saw one
Or can you look right through them
Like glass
-For whatever their form
It would seem that
They are nothing like you nor me
They are known to have skin like an octopus
I‘m told
And may crawl up the beach from the sea
-They too it would seem
Can appear as large plants
That eat people
That wander abroad
But
Being prone
To fungal infections
I hear
Their roots may turn soft
Their leaves all drop off
So that
Swiftly
Right over
They fall
-It also appears to be custom
For aliens to have very strange heads
Whilst the rest of their bodies
Look remarkably like ours
-No surprise!
-With two arms
And two legs
-Now
This could just be a coincidence
But I’m rather inclined to believe
That it’s a lack of original thinking
Or the film budget feeling the squeeze
-Have you noticed as well
If not bipeds
Wheezing
Through plastic tubes
Next favourites for aliens
Are overgrown insects
From which film directors
Can choose
-
What!A cockroach build a computer?
-Seems a bit far fetched to me!
Let alone develop a space ship
That can travel at warp speed three
-And ..
Have you noticed whatever the genetics
Or the species evolutionary line
It helps to make them much creepier
If they leave a long trail of slime!
-Couple this with an inherent ability
For their larvae
To suddenly spring
-From their mothers clutch
Down into our guts
-Then squirm about under our skin
-And there you would have
"The Alien"
-“Poor fellow”
Is all I would say
For it can’t be much fun
Wouldn’t you agree
For
If under a stone
Was your ancestral home
Where would you take afternoon tea?
-Now
You may think this all
A bit critical
As these popular concepts
I abuse
-But I’m afraid that I just can’t help thinking
(Of course purely metaphysically speaking)
When they walk down the ramp
Of their inter-galactic bus
Aliens
Won’t have eight legs
Or
Scales on their heads
Or
Drip slime on the floor
Or
Discharge yellow pus
-
But in fact
Look a little

Like us

_

Egal Bohen

Photo Courtesy of Hubble

Away from the Slimy Pit to Slide

Each day
A challenge
We are sent
As how we treat
It's discontent
Each Day
With open mind
We face
All that comes
Despite our state
Our burdens
Carried
In our pack
Each day we learn
Not to step back
The challenge
Not to further plunge
Into to the slippery
Slimy gunge
The pit that’s writ
That is
Of our creation
-The challenge
When confronted
Then
How we react
No turning back
So shall we stop
To let sink in
Our brains
Amidst
The constant din
That each day drowns
Our minds
Those messages
That come
With each
Communication
Every
Confrontation
-Will
We give
Ourselves the chance
As visions
On the current pass
To clutch a moment
For the branch
That’s offered
That lends us
Opportunity
For just a second
Lets us see
The message sent
In what is said
A dawningThat message sent
Into our head
Its meaning
-Or shall we
On the torrent ride
Oblivious
To all outside
Avert our gaze
Avert our eye
Hear what we need
And set aside
Conveniently
That truth inside
We do
Or cannot see
-Those signals come
From far and wide
Material
To open minds
If we would focus
Separate
The precious gift
Which they create
An opportunity
For learning
-
So barriers down
Open our minds
Examine the actions
As they unwind
See that which hides
Beneath the facade
The obvious passion
Disregard
And we might see
Just the slightest glint
Of lesson learnt
Of a subtle hint
We can control
Can change the way
Simply
By the things we say
Even in the midst
Of the darkest day
-Then deep within
The rattle and hum
Of our daily strife
As we go and come
As the torrent of life
Tears at our coats
WhenWe turn
Not hearing
What was spoke
That lesson may
Just help us survive
Away
From the slimy pit
To slide.
For how else could it be
That we ever learn
If not from the life
For which we all burn
The very life
We both love
And hate
Its purpose being
To teachNot break

_

Egal Bohen