Why is it such a big deal to be an avaricious & pernicious alligator and just steal from every creator use all our data and turn even the meek & mild into a wild hater...
"How do we stop the lavatorial plop plop of AI slop
Cull the new crop an arch oligarch march to the top
No behavioural fop to an algorithm making you strop
Don’t be a sop to a pack who hijack a stack on the hop
Pander to your dander by knowing how you do shop
When you gander…. propaganda & slander they drop
This laboratory of hateful oratory is what we all cop
Cohorts sport.. escorts all sorts.. come on chop chop
All about the economy give woke folks a lobotomy op
Forgotten besotten rotten dot com bubble did pop
Impropriety no jobs swap entirety of society will flop
Social media greedier needier seedier stronger gallop
So how do we stay dry of sh*t from on high this AI slop
To stop bottom feeder sly lie then no longer be the mop"
She went to war against her foe,
A battle until the end,
A battle of spite against her will,
A battle inside her head,
You see, dying was what her brain wanted,
To kill her from inside,
But then she stood against her mind,
And refused to f###ing die,
She grew her venom, her malicious spite,
Became fully self-aware,
Ate good food, slept all night,
Mastering self-care,
She did everything her brain hated,
Until all those thoughts had died,
She beat her foe in her private war,
When she overcame her mind.
Diode or anode
Are they enough to remove negative thinking?
Transistor or adviser
Which is best to help one off sinking?
Banister to guide
Yet the hyperactive will still jump it over
Canister to hide
Though expiratory date will not hangover
Resistor or an adjuster
The behavioural disorder are hardly bewitched in rehabilitation
Capacitor or curator
The world remains to all a pleasant habitation
A Dog's Life
Living in the present
is the only life to live
because uncrossable boundaries
exist between knowing what’s happening
and what is going to happen,
and an obsession with the future
can influence one’s perspective of reality
and change one’s behavioural patterns
so as to indulge in wishful thinking
while striving for impossible results.
Life is a roller-coaster ride
of uphill fights and downhill slides.
***
Here I come in peace
And at your service
Sent to back you up
To fill a vacuum in your life
To supply your world
With the same kinds
And of similar features.
I am to care, love and be selfless
My heart literally comprises
Of precious minerals
And unique behavioural patterns
Priceless, delicate and rare
Yet, I am no exception
To my kinds of services
I welcome comforting treats
To grow, develop and flourish
To be loved, protected and cared for
I was designed to unite
And fix broken parts completely
My emotions, feelings, perception
And sense of entitlement
Weighs more of me
But that is just me
Help me live my life on yours
I -
To discipline or not to discipline children, charges::
ThanX Dr. Einstein, a parent who takes SORRY & no results for years, is mad. (translation: mere lip apology from teenagers under your roof, with no behavioural improvement, is a mad cycle).
II
When lies flow as breathing does, no one on earth can heal the sickness.
III
Why can't we see: inveterate liars cannot LOVE. Really.
IV
To be open, truthful, is a vital step to God.
V
Little lies add up to big sins.
Gender determined behavioural change
Looking at wayside beggars with disdain
Religious bias, our prejudice strange
Fairer skin colour, making us feel vain
The way we dress and speak, ego complex
Shifty eyes belie, that our heart is stained
Conflicting emotions, puzzle and vex
In truth we yearn for childlike innocence
This life game of pretence, leaves us perplexed
Let us rise hermit, from our fallen stance
Death will come one day, meanwhile let us dance
19-June-2021
He blooms intimacy with her,
She got captivate and left unheard,
She kept on weeping and uttering
It led her to stress and discomfort,
He sat stable, greedy, needy of wanting more affection,
he didn't acquaint with her love,
Her notion lead on to put one's trust in faith and reliance,
She then executed her sense of awareness,
He wasn't interested in her, all he had a fancy for her anatomy and bodywork.
He framed her in his misdeed,
She insisted to stop and let her wannabe,
She grew stronger with no strings attached,
Her mortality got split into the illumination of Facts.
One fine day, a flame of inspiration gazed her intonation,
She reflected the melody of a light walker in preconception.
Her milestone of reaching heights were different patterns of rhythm and pauses,
All she flourished with a set of behavioural interventions and causes.
No one likes me - they put me on a register,
you must be sick they told me, yes you're right;
my mother made an amazing statement - like this:
'There was nothing more exciting than a twelve year old boy.'
Let's digress: all these things happen in the animal kingdom,
we are supposed to be of higher intelligence and morals,
animals have no knowledge of God or human morals,
they have their own codes, territorial and hierarchy.
That being said, humans are animals, behavioural;
we come to another idea - God should nudge us back on track,
he created us, has responsibility, not hide behind 'man-made,'
no wonder his fantastic creation, design, began to fade.
I'm locked away now, I know it's best if I don't get out,
perhaps you can tell me -what was God's plan really all about.
To speak a truthful opinion correctly dressed
attacked by false faces clearly visible hate
trying to shut down facts crying victim's
Judgemental liars falsely claiming right's
let's look into your heart and see who pulls the strings
Firstly you support human sacrifice
from there on in everything uttered is cornered
becoming a lost cause when it boils down to lecturing
shape shifting words that overturn
the righteousness of our cause and beliefs
Worthless views push agendas overshadowing the truth
then with branding irons enslaving good values
biting with venom hook line and sinker
taking a back seat as you begin war cursing honesty
This battlefield lawless in its behavioural patterns
accuses those caring virtues of being on the opposite side of the coin tossed here where wisdom holds ground
when clearly they are spinning out of control
condemning those of us trying to save them
This split in the tongue clearly is trapped morally corrupted
begging your forgiveness under blindness
take a long hard look in the mirror reflection bitterness
we are all sinners at the end of the day
a firm purpose of amendment brings you closer to the light
There's something that they're putting in the water and we really ought to know just what it is
and some who're bound up in red tape won't believe that we're being poisoned by behavioural conditioning
I think that this is absolutely true.
And
because and seems to fit
on the processing of foodstuffs we are stuffed full of their bullshot but testosterone reduced to keep us willing though not able.
It becomes a tad more evident when we realise that this is what Harry meant when he wrote of Soylent Green
Man will eat his fellow man believing that it's processed ham,
I think the 'rapture's' possible but certainly not biblical and more likely to be chemical but that is just a thought.
Yet still
because there had to be.
We've been drinking sodium pentathol because they told us it was
alcohol and basically we're
screwed.
(truth is, it's pentothal but that didn't rhyme so I lied.)
I open and close like an oyster
One second showing my true worth
The next unwilling to be prized open
Frustrated by my own nature and the thoughts that put me there
I am still willing to change
Sadly though my behavioural patterns rule my undertones
that mean so well
The words, I am happy, will not be uttered from my lips for fear that
Once i have uttered them i will want to retrieve them with my dual nature
Should i look more closely at the pearl inside instead of the shell
My unrest lies somewhere ,is it my roaming spirit
My wandering mind
Or does my soul want to show me something new
Nature is my closest friend and I am my own worst enemy
This land that i love the moon, the sun, the stars
where on earth will i find me
If i felt as precious as otheres perceive me to be
I could be at rest
Why don't I see my worth
My pearl
My own beauty
Only my shell
Maybe I should look Inside?
The drug addiction
Is always an ethereal invitation
From pond to stream
From stream to river
From river to ocean
Grey and gloom none
A relaxing cool sun
Ushering in the evening
A hundred shades of moon in a mustard yellow June
The drug I realized one day takes possession of the brain
Taking absolute charge of the reward circuit
Launching banquet of dopamine
The chemical messenger sending false signals
For more and more euphoria
Until all your dahlias are black
Either this realization
Or the sure annihilation
If you are lucky in the former
Two supports may come to rescue
Medicine and behavioural therapy
The key
To reentry
From gloom
To your ballroom
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May 31, 2016 // 24 Lines // For That colorful drug – Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Lewis Reynes
There is a fundamental
UNITY
of everything
that "is"
LOVE
is a manifestation
at the
emotional/behavioural
level
of this unity
social services
children that couldn't get away
patterns of abuse to be broken
futuristic damage control
waiting for the good news
of the village who raised a child
successes of society
to be showcased
learning your meaning to life
the truth of behavioural patterns
reasons for confusion behind the scenes of keeping the less fortunate alive
7 year plans of news stations
shocking truth of what was wrong
the developing stories of recovery
no time to obsess over the bad news
when the specialists sending the camera
enjoy a little bit of power
of changing the world
the truth cuts both ways
what is good for you, is good for the village
being able to sleep at night knowing
someone is there to catch you
if something goes wrong
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