Quantification of Soul

A spirit, contemplates as an outlier to the kingdom of flesh.

Warm pressurized blood, circulates existence to the blind.

Can love be calculated?

Are there scales built to weigh the tarred stick of hate?

Where are the jars that hold sorrow, like rotten candy pellets?

A spirit, knows the bitter bite of drinking pure evil,

measures the value of light.

If the libation is enjoyed, light is a lost commodity,

and has no value.

If the burning drink, causes nausea and vomiting,

then light, framed in golden beams

has its depth of value measured and defined.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

 

Words Wash up on Listener’s Shore

Words spill from hot mouths,

White smoke rolls, over talk,

that is heated,

Ugly green worms,

fall from invisible clouds,

in twisted slime,

roll into ears,

Tiny eggs,

made of twisted letters

soon rot, within the mind.

The red dripping blood,

falls like spilled paint,

from the sharpened tip,

of the silver tongue.

Words, are but loaded boats

that carry cargo through air,

Why is the speaker, often in denial,

about the goods, shipped to the listener?

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

Tale of the Nose Scar

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In 1992 I acquired this very cool scar on my nose.  I used my experience to write a 1,000 word fictional short story that will be published along with 99 other awesome writers flash fiction stories!  I would like to humbly request your support, in helping us get my second published story into the hands of many, many, very awesome readers, (such as yourself)!

Thank you for your consideration,

-Zachary W Gilbert

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

 

Shadows and Void

The notion of Evolution makes me question my value.  Under that system of thought, I am only a product of adaptation, and soulless.  If I am a result of random chance, and my matter is nothing beyond, matter, then why do I matter?  Under that system, I don’t matter.  In the evolutionary construct, did the raw fibers that randomly were woven into the universe as we know it, ever have value?  Is an atom valuable?  A molecule? Bacteria? A worm?  When does value start?  The cusp of the belief in God, and the theory of evolution can only be answered after death.  The two treads of thought, in the active mind are silenced.   Existence may end in nothing, proving value was never there.  Or will our dead bodies be planted like seeds in the ground, only to sprout eternal souls, that perceive reality beyond the five senses?

I love to drive my 2015 Ford Mustang Eco-Boost.  I have never met the engineers, line workers, or seen the factory where it was made, and yet I believe that they exist.  My car is far less complicated than I am.  Humanity, I believe was made in God’s image.  Is that a shadow dancing on the wall?  An echo in the sand?  Or a truncated copy of greatness.  It may not matter, how ‘In His Image’ is applied.  The point is, with God, you have VALUE!  Creation silently shouts out God’s echo everyday.

The unseen fire of truth may make shadows dance, and warm the sand, and still be denied.   My suggestion, is perhaps you should consider your value, while you are alive, and turn around and see Who gave it to you from the begining.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert