Written: June 6, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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LUNAR MACHINERY
cold
gears
rotate
silent
calculation
of the UNSEEN
orbital
precision
and the palpable
clink
closely
witnessed
with CLOCKWORK RIGOR
strangely
assembled
bronze
perpetual
reverberations
Faith is the willingness to commit
yourself and your resources
to a power or event beyond
your capacity for calculation.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
Humans are dots on a map
For system of geolocation
For the total control
And the calculation
Privacy, freedom is lost
Hacking their grouping dynamo
King Iguana Guantanamo
And satellite does the targeting
For politics geo and marketing
Analysis of atmosphere
Their the rich and their fear
Migration's migraine of the states
Many on TV debates
Opinions can be disproved
True argument requires the proof
UDHR lost appeal
Such associations aren't real
The naivete and naive
Messages they do receive
Evacuate all the rats
The intuition of bats
No solace evolving in space
This isn't the prison
It's base
For metaphors literate
Right should they have
Of no being unit strategic
The individual level is sad
Search for your soul you eejit
The honey bee let on my leg,
sensing he knew the power
of my hand. But also sensed
I he knew, the character of this
man -- he could stroll and buzz
as he liked, his calculation right --
He could stroll and buzz plainly
in sight -- equal curiosity, in our own
ways equal velocity, though neither
expressed notion to sting nor flee,
equally alive, contemplating the other's
hive.
Welcome, 2026.
We greet you
without drums.
With scars.
With open hands.
2025 closed doors
without apology.
It taught us
how endings rule men
before beginnings crown them.
You arrive as calculation.
2+0+2+6.
Ten.
Reduced to One.
The first law of power.
The beginning of command.
The number that creates
by destroying what came before.
The old order collapses quietly.
The new is not gentle.
It is born
from necessity.
You are the Sun
after a long night.
Not merciful.
But clarifying.
From many voices
to one direction.
From division
to unity sharpened by truth.
We open the gates
not with faith alone,
but with understanding.
May humanity learn restraint.
May power learn balance.
May peace come
not as innocence,
but as wisdom earned.
To every soul still standing,
after the storm of yesterday,
I say—
Welcome to 2026.
The year that begins
because it must.
May God grant His grace to those who wish me harm
and shield me from masked smiles.
I moved forward on my own to turn solitude
into a relentless companion.
I offer respect and affection to corrupted beings,
to sealed vaults crawling with unstable secrets.
I cross this chaotic dimension on autopilot,
guided by a force beyond calculation.
I find myself compelled to destroy anyone who stains
my dreams, my dignity, or my values.
When pain cuts through me, even Lucifer tightens,
fearing what I might be driven to do.
If my hand reaches toward you, the other stays armed,
ready for the final response should you aim for my arm.
I place no trust in humanity.
I think back of days long gone
memories of right or wrong
being weak or strong.
These routinely resonate,
beaches glistening, montains snowing,
children misbehaving, our parenting,
wife laughing then crying.
I have nothing.
I gaze to the future
where dreams live forever..
Dancing and holding my love,
our flight of the dove.
My children visit shining their light
soaring like eagles in full flight.
My heart is lifted, full of gold
a true patriarch will never grow old.
Happened and may happen is not a happening.
They are immutable events,
one in the grave the other yet no benefits.
Present presents the grandest presence.
Every tick of the clock
a thought, a calculation, a reaction, a decision.
These things occur with or without precision,
changing the course of destiny yet to be found.
It is here where I will stand my ground.
Memories and dreams will always be in flight,
but in the present I shall bend my light.
Codified Law Verbal Allowance
Apartment owners defrauded address
Have had this happen by treasury notes titled homeless and homelessness and other synonyms and iterative advertising.
Homelessness Fraud and Corruption Task Force itself is a possible fraud board of trustees in time?
In actuality legislation passed deed in correction of surplus backlog for economic equality
No smiles no spends.
Above acquisition and mergers possibilities is appropriations committee in the Senate
Tip element constraint in finance
Speculation.
Return efficiency in manufacturing equals profitable research allowance of investment thoughts, free thoughts only.
Ownership of rights is not a liberty in market Theory.
As one pays in full for a plot of land with structure, one remains bound to commodity exchange indexes.
Real estate developer is labor construction.
Attempt at extraction in labor market creates decline in structural integrity of note in treasury calculation. Tracking the market.
Reconstructionism
#cagovernor #realdonaldtrump #mayorofla #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #repbrownley #tonybiasotti #latimes #nytimes #aoc
A glass of vodka on the table,
A chocolate joint between the fingers,
A Tokarev in the bag,
The brain infused with adrenaline.
Misery, a nightmare,
Being poor, a curse,
Forced to drown in illicit transactions.
Survival: a necessity to exist,
Bound to poverty since the placenta.
Murder scenes as the only spectacle,
From the watchtower, the horizon is mortiferous.
Reality proclaims its sentence with a firm voice,
The cruelty of the street teaches raw lessons to worn-out heels.
Gagged souls count the dirty money that corrodes their future,
A pact of survival sealed between greasy fingers and clenched fists.
The heart hardens to feed a hungry mouth,
Prayer turns into calculation, cash becomes language.
Yellow smiles are sold, worn-out allegiances are bought,
Eyes assess, tongues negotiate the unforgivable.
A shiver of metal recalls the origin of the debts.
No respite, the market demands its tribute without mercy.
A verse carved inside lacerated fists,
Ultimate testament of a centuries-old ordeal.
“Follow your heart, follow your heart,” they say-
but mine bends with the rain,
is bruised by a passing comment,
strangled by the silence
of an awkward moment.
I circle words on a screen,
reading, re-reading,
overthinking… overthinking…
Until my heart
feels more like a maze
of endless calculation.
I’ve tried, for so long,
to live by that phrase,
yet every word pulls me outward,
into the fog of exaggerated judgement
as if I were the center of all things.
Narcissistic, I know
or just sensitive.
And still, like a bee plunging
into a flower too deep,
I find myself sinking,
cloaked in a pollen-fluff
that never belonged to me.
Thoughts beyond humans
AI is so full blown
A lot of people want to leave AI alone
Mind matters versus competition in the right thinking
What one thinks is different from AI
Idealistic superior
Words advanced
Human Intellect test
Common sense wins out in Human sense, but AI is programmed to be precise
Electronic component with technological values
The Human mind can never out maneuver AI
AI is ahead of its time in futuristic expectations
A human mind can challenge AI, but would a human mind win in resources given?
The theory of Conquer, Challenge and Exchange
Information absorbed through AI compared to the Human mind
Perhaps more established and tabulation being more sophisticated
Turning complexity into Simplicity
Calculation determined in quickness
AI would do it smoothly and precise with ease
The human contrast being slower element meaning the mind wouldn’t be as sharp as AI
The human mind might out match AI in not knowing what the human is thinking without penetrating the mind in what AI already knows and thought of
AI and human mind matters
Concentration will always be a challenge
Think wisely
Dear Valentine.
It all began in 1970, some 55 valentines ago.
Initially, there was a beautiful citing of YOU.
And quite suddenly, there was a thought of US.
That thought led to a longing desire for execution.
Deep within me was a fixating calculation of means.
The actual procument of resources came next,
Which led to a joyous celebration of YOU and ME.
Resulting in pure elation and satisfaction.
Happy Valentine, my bride.
the meaningless
why is it that we who have no connection
with those who have the power of what
gets heard and published.
Today, we drove from Cascais to Lisbon
a drive that usually took half an hour
it took an hour more because of modern time
had upset the calculation
a modern society is measured by how many
cars are on the road at the same time
we who sit at home are in the news reminded
of this by those who call this progress
after this profound observation, the rest is
pointless history is eaten by false history
I plopped down in my favorite chair
to my surprise it wasn’t there
That moment I made a calculation rare
~ how much weight the coccyx can bear
Camelia - Rabindranath Tagore
Kamala was her name.
I saw her name written on her journal
She was traveling on a tram, with her sibling along, toward the path leading to the college.
I was a back bencher there.
From one side, of her face, the smile line is visible
And the unbridled hair, touching softly her neck underneath the braid
With the book and journal in her lap
I missed the designated stoppage where I was supposed to stop.
Now, I have a stricter time, allotted for a walk outside
That calculation is not quite a musing with my workspace
Almost befitting with their leaving time, whence it is time.
Often we meet
I ponder in silence, regardless if there is any relation or not
She is my co-traveler.
A face with innocent intelligence
Was evident there, fulbright.
The young forehead had untied haid rushed to upside
The bright eyes had a gaze, unhesitant
It comes to my mind, why there is not any crisis, ensuing
Saving civilization from, to make this life glorious, charismatic, flying.
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