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A Poem: Satellite Gods

As promised, here is the poem "Satellite Gods" that I wrote back in 1999. Granted, it's a bit pessimistic in its vision... but I think it describes modern living accurately. Enjoy!

Satellite Gods

Bow down to the satellite gods
And join the ranks of the dead.
Gape at the caged colors
That provide light for gray eyes.

The satellite gods come forth
Like insects with bristling antennae.
They hold the earth in orbit
With every colorful broadcast.

But lost is the time for revolt,
You slaves of a thing unseen.
Push the buttons on your remote
And bow down to the satellite gods.

A Poem: The Gravity of Habit

I've written enough poetry to fill a book. And despite having never attended a 4-year university or gotten a degree, I've been published a few times by St. Olaf College in Minnesota.

I don't write as much poetry these days, but when I do, it's fairly heavy.

This particular poem I'm going to share with you I wrote in late 1999 when I was 20 years old. If you like it, and you'd like me to share more, please leave a comment. Thanks.

The Gravity of Habit

The gravity of habit
Turns me in normal circles;
The mighty vortex Routine.

I practice the same acts,
I travel the same paths,
Dumb to the vast unseen.

My cyclic life lacks spice
Whirling in staunch control—
These days have grown too sane.

Dispel this common demon,
And the numbing power Time;
Their comforts serve no gain.