The alarm clock sounds off to the tune of Neil Young’s, There’s a World.
A place that is non-existent in today’s life of a constant upwhirl.
Our dreams and aspirations are put to the side.
To get ready for the day of demands and haste for pride.
We enter our vehicles to begin a long drive, tiredness and red eyed.
To a place called work.
That requires you to do the tasks for that special perk.
No time to think.
No time to blink.
Your life is full of deadlines, distractions, until the pen runs dry, out of ink.
For hours on end, is this constant repetitive action.
You’re told what to say.
You’re told what to do.
Colleges are fighting over who is using the offices favorite glue.
We are all in this mess together.
Bound like pieces of sewn up stitches of leather.
All for the reward.
A paycheck to continue to do it over and over again.
Feeling like a dartboard.
Designed, controlled in the trap.
It is the life of a well paid collapse.
children dying in the global south
we cannot drink oil and gas
coral reefs are dying in the ocean
we cannot eat coal and live
species are facing extinction
he keeps filling his vaults while
children starve from hunger
and diseases spreading like wildfire
this poet finds it preposterous
why should i be afraid of the one in wrong?
to say out loud their names-
the one in power and the one pulling the strings,
its a game of power and money-
an endless hunger of greed,
ecosystems collapsing
forests in fire, cracks in the land,
oceans are toxic and storms wrecking havoc
and the cost is the humanity that we must preserve
our own kind keep pushing their agenda, calling this crisis a hoax
people are dying across the globe
we cannot survive from eating coal
Breathless,
words like cordyceps adhere to my throat,
Choking me as the unspoken wrap around, seizing vocal cords.
Sticking fingers down, I claw to clear closing airways,
Yet the more I struggle, the more entwined they become.
Disconsolate spores have taken root within heaving lungs,
Spreading to each chamber of the heart, systematically.
Transported through streams of hemoglobin,
Swiftly infecting Broca's area before moving to the primary motor cortex—
As all speech ceases to be.
Collapse Caused Mishaps Horn Haiku
when causing mishaps
we would presume and perhaps
could create a collapse
AI is the ultimate plagiarist
mimicking patterns in human devised data.
Its models needs training on high quality data,
billions and billions of bits and bytes
of high-quality human derived thoughts and information.
But, AI output, with its hallucinations and flaws,
now has begun to flood into the data sources themselves.
Just like inbreeding,
the training becomes regurgitative,
feeding off its own output recycled.
With no way to tell the difference
between original and AI derived stuff,
the models become dumber and dumber
as each model learns from the previous one.
Rehashing the trash, disgorging, re-eating its own sick.
AI is its own Tower of Babel, the omniscient fountain of all insight, capable of all and anything, is fundamentally flawed and inbred.
AI is destined to become a rabble,
a Babel babble, incoherent, useless flotsam and jetsam.
have you ever grappled with despair
not in imagery, symbolism or portrayal.
I mean, have you ever felt the elevator drop
the watery weakness that extenuates breath
a depth of fatigue that makes lying on the floor a burden
an aching pounding in your chest,
the broken-glass dryness in your throat
the gritty ache in your eyes
that makes you want to close them forever?
Struggle no more, leaden limbs,
free the weary weight.
Eyes that struggle, release the light.
The body begs to no more fight.
In a blur of sluggish thought,
I whisper sleep's sweet name.
The will has dropped.
The yearning stopped.
I’ll rest on that distant shore.
.
.
Songs for this:
Nessun Dorma by Sarah Brightman
Caruso (Live at "Pavarotti International" Charity Gala Concert, Modena 1992) by Luciano Pavarotti, Aldo Sisilli
Pie Jesu by Andrew Lloyd Webber, Sarah Brightman & Paul Miles-Kingston
("Night Sky Serpent", 2013, original pen and ink)
Into the Great Unknown
In this world of constant sorrow
Is there room for you and me
As the walls close in around us
Is there some place left to be
We had homes so full of love once
Before walls came tumbling down
A safe place to raise our families
Then floods came and made that drown
There’s nothing left to say now, and
Really nothing left to do
With a world gone topsy turvy
Being forced on me and you
In a world that’s lost its balance
Wokeness spreads its wings like fire
Lifting hope and dreams all rainbowed
White bones burn upon its pyre
So, we while away the sunset
Waiting for darkness to fall
Then with ol’ Big Dipper turning
Saddle up and leave it all.
What comes next you ask in wonder
Are we left then each alone
No, we’ll always ride together
Up into the great unknown
(7/5/24)
He's perspicacious he thought
Logical science he taught
Absurdity filled his head
Though philosophies he read
Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
All are frail and can swoon at any time.
Fairness could be a thoughtful chart design.
Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
If choices are curbed, staying calm is fine.
With this resolve, you will face any grime.
Whimpering served as a surrender sign.
All are frail and can swoon at any time.
Written: May 29, 2023
I knew it was a lapse
That made his shop collapse:
To thrown questions “Perhaps”
To feared comments “Sharraps!”
One could just sense the lapse
In the widening gaps,
On wrong heads placed caps,
In his quest for quick slaps…
Then, its ready: collapse!
From preventable lapse:
The falls: Thunderclaps;
From him no more claps,
Whistling of great songs and raps;
Long stares at women’s laps.
when we could collapse
what we had was a relapse
filled would be the gaps
things had been a drag
did have to apply a tag
we would brag and brag
Problems man can't solve
He refers to God
Because man's wisdom is limited
And man's confidence will finally collapse
He blames God
For whatever it is
Because he's the creator
He creates man and the universe
He'll be responsible
But I just don't understand
Because it's beyond my knowledge
But I never blame my parents
Who bring me to this world
Who give me life
Education and happiness
And no matter how much there are
I kneel, bow, and make myself into
A rock to ask God,
King of the Universe,
Give me the amateur.
Hear my cries, Lord our God,
And give me him.
I plead, beg, and erode
My rough edges;
Almighty One,
I want this one to be terminal.
Please, God, place the
Obsidian in the core of my palm.
Let this strangeness of love
Feel familiar, once more.
King of my Universe,
Please let him become familiar.
Almighty One,
I swear I will get it right this time.
Wild fires signify the world is burning
Pollution ravaging the seas show the tides not turning,
Pesticides pollute the air and earth and what makes it worse
Is it infiltrates our food supply and puts us all risk,
Yet still the multi nationals want to make it harder still to exist,
By fracking fuel that poisons the water tables and cause quakes
And those who cannot see this are not ing awake,
The planet is overheating as the ice caps melt
And sooner rather than later these effects will be felt,
And meanwhile man keeps driving animals into extinction
If some told about this years ago you would think it science fiction,
And if that’s not enough capitalist, right wing Fascistic governments
Are driving people into food banks causing more homeless people on the street,
So with the collapse of society, the environment and earth
We must start questioning will we get what we deserve,
A planet that we can’t live no longer on because of our destructive ways
The ferryman is coming soon and mankind is going to pay.
sound does not travel in a vacuum,
that's why i woke up normally.
I took my pill for hypertension
and I boiled the coffee
that I spilled on the apartment balcony:
some meteor cut off a third of the moon!
what a morning sky!
what colors!
the spectacle of hallucinated people
running terrified down the street
everyone clinging to their cell phones
ridiculously looking for salvation
and the rain of rocks!
and the insane wind with it's letal breath!
what a storm!
what a death!
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