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Chaos Game Out of chaos, into the void. A world of order, so employed. Dust spinning tighter, into a ball, Gravity winning after the fall. Crushing the center with massive force, Melting from inside like hell's curse. Floating upon this molten core, A thin crust of scum on which to store. All the world's wealth; its mountains; its shore. Its oceans; its atmosphere; and so much more. Its surface alive with myriad score, Flora and fauna too numerous to ignore. Each trying to capture its own little niche. But life is hard; life's a bitch. Most forms die before they can reproduce. Life is so chaotic, what's the use? A nature so ordered, so wonderful, so pure, One could predict from year to year. But some forms live at others� abuse, The intelligent kind fashions its own noose. Intelligence has begun to alter the score. Constant bickering on who should go fore. Flawed paradigms leading to dread. Leaving millions suffering or dead. The success of intelligence is coming to a head, Anarchy will win when all others are shed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Back into chaos, in anarchy we trust. Copyright 2003 � Ronald W. Hull 8/17/03 Photo Courtesy NASA
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Reviewed by Michael Guy

Reviewed on September 19, 2007

Sort of K.E.'s theme in a poetic nutshell without the "relief" at the end. And so true of how life evolves, expands and eventually does itself in! Still let's hope there's some plan to the Chaos Theory

Reviewed by Evelyn Simon

Reviewed on September 19, 2003

Encore! Encore! :8)

Reviewed by Patricia Gomes

Reviewed on September 16, 2003

"...The success of intelligence is coming to a head,
Anarchy will win when all others are shed..."

Ah, anarchy - the Great Equilizer. Nothing buried about your message in this poem; it slaps the reader in the forehead. Great writing, Ron . . . as always!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on September 16, 2003

Ron you are a master at rhyme, I love everything about this poem, form, rhyme, and message. Outstanding!

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on September 15, 2003

Bravo, Ronald, bravo!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Bravo! One of the most intellignet writes I've read in a long time! I've got the same photo;-) You sure did it proud, this is exceptional poetry Ronald!

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Oh AYE!
We are on a collision course for sure.
Depending on your perspective is how it all turn out though. Great write Ron.
Blessings
Ch'erie

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

This was outstanding Ronald, excellently written! I loved what you had to say here,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Reviewed on September 14, 2003

Excellent write, Ronald. It seems that entropy will do its thing, come hell or high water.
Best regards,
Leland

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