Some say,
'Let's see if we can't do it,'
before applying
themselves to it.
I'm sure, positive in fact,
'Let's see if we can,'
would be a more-rewarding move
to enact, than
attempting a negative to prove.
What used to be simple’s
No longer the case,
With AI and tech leaving
No human trace.
A phone call reverts to
The state of “On hold,”
The music appalling,
And not ‘cause I’m old.
The customer rep keeps
Repeating each fact,
But sends you an email
He failed to enact.
So after an hour,
Which soon becomes two,
You hang up the phone
And you haven’t a clue
If he did what you asked
To provide what you need
And you have no idea
Just how you should proceed.
I miss the old methods
Of making a call,
When a pencil and paper
Recorded it all.
mind reminds us about tasks to be done
so we willingly comply as ordained
there is no obligation which we shun
as consciousness is here on earth retrained
vibrant and joyous from ego unchained
though we would rather do nothing at all
we enact our role as does a bliss squall
I live in a world that questions what's real;
touting an alternative reality.
And AI is keen to tell me how I feel,
through fake news, flattery, and hyperbole.
An emoji expresses feelings of love,
while commercializing God's gift from above.
And friends have morphed into internet strangers
despite the clear psychological dangers.
The world's gearing up for another world war,
and as always, power enables evil.
Governments enact deeds they claim to abhor,
for greed feeds off political upheaval.
Peace is only a word to appease the sheep:
there is nothing to fear here, go back to sleep.
I never thought I'd see what I see today,
our humanity is being stripped away.
SEQUENCE OF HORIZONTALS
establish
perspectives
counterpoised
with
paradoxical
viewpoints
immutably
assigned
with
evocative
concentric
longing
from
remote
depths
consoling
unknown
intangible
recede
with
expressive
strategy
into
contrasts
to
conclude
fully
the
charmed
attractions
enact
familiarity
into
oblique
ambivalent
feelings
reconcilable
to temptations
& evolve
the
many
uncomplicated
definitive
epitomes
I consider you
and you ~ you cannot look away
I never lost a finger
as I held your gaze
yet my hands are bloody
as a frenetic knife
is hit and miss
madness curves
around lust
mystifies
as we enact living
your virility
victim dependent
whilst the victim
is still luscious beneath
your paint and distortion
you are at the bottom of the Seine
a moment of tempestuousness
revived in ink
but never found when dredged
worn about my person
on untattered fingers
a bequeathed mask of my own face
I already existed when you created me
yet became the scratches in your dust
Right now reside; millions of files,
Where there should be no evil wiles
Yet it appears there? Is much rorting.!
Also rife cocaine snorting
With the protection; of most evil viles.!
All such in congress's much revered seat.?
There law-takers! Are enact-ing the delete..
Of all evils; squirming like real weevils'
(To forge false history?) Most incomplete
Just, more palatable, to folk on the street.?
(“Mrs. It Dances Through It”, 2014, original pen and ink)
Samsara is the wheel of rebirth
An endless cycle of lives in myriad forms
Endless as long as there is the ignorance
To fuel its engine.
The River of Life likewise flows
Ending up in the sea, to recycle again
Endlessly for beings compulsively carried
As long as there is the ignorance
To fuel its source.
The wheel and the river move in such cycles
An eternal stage for Life to play
And all its being’s enact their roles.
But what of the beings as they come and go
Struggle and overcome,
Drown and transcend their sorrows?
They are none other than us, and us, them
In their forms, parts and roles
Dog eating dog, and man petting man
As well as dog
We have been them all, married to the burden
Of all our wishes and deeds
In sickness and in health
Until death do us part
And we begin again.
(1/19/26)
we are not this limited body-mind
being but a form which we so ensoul
so holding firm focus leave doubts behind
invoking God’s grace that we may feel whole
and enact in nonchalance our life role
breath by breath as a dweller of the void
no longer by hypnotic thoughts decoyed
When truth has no rhythm,
No one dares challenge axiom,
Or be subjected to criticism—
Not for others, cum narcissism.
When death has no pain,
No need to fear its reign,
Or beat around its chain,
For none will ever remain.
When fear has no trouble,
No harm in taking risk for double.
Wait patiently for it to bubble,
And if not, retake from the rubble.
When lie has no trick,
No need to worry, mic,
Over truth's daring click,
To uncover its coming kick.
When care has no effect,
No need to carefully detect
How doubt sets in defect—
Pretence leads to misdirect.
When joy has no impact,
No need for saddened act
To show sympathy can extract
What enthusiasm duly enact.
When laughter has no sense,
No need for reasoning defense;
Brain logically built to condense
Complex and abstract pretense.
When reality has no importance,
No need for illusionary stance
To bid change for another chance,
Despite life's threatened romance.
Statues trapped in boundaries contoured by us,
witness seasons, day and night, dreaming desires,
just the way we drift through life, in deep stupor …
like dead men walking.
Dancing puppets, hypnotised, know not that they
have no life of their own, yet their ignorance
inhibits not vibrance of roles they enact …
reveries replay.
Do we all hear the rumour? A funeral draws near.' A spectacle is intended I think that much
Is real clear.' There will be black gloves and the
Muffled drums, that measured tread..Somber
Theater spun.' Staged to draw compassion from those (who might come?) The cornet may sound? Majestic..But I think we all know
What's the come..'
That vic-pols funeral is marching in the shadows here thrown long.'
Under the sun, As many narratives un-ravel.. That they still try to grow.' So will the
Blinds be drawn upon them? Will the windows
Stare out blank.? And also will True Blue Victorians 'about-face?' And here I shall be quite frank! Leave
Them to realise.? What a mess they have banked.! Heaped up like those mountains.'
When (they turned on their own?) Yet I think its not Victoria.? Nuh..Thats not where their
Love; and loyaltys are sown.' May they well listen.. And deeply' to that winds lone lament and moan.'
In a broken-hearted city.' Where they once did strut.! Its recorded and shown
To posture and enact such wicked anger, to vent, Yes I see, And saw
For me it has stuck deep in my heart, and in my gut.To remain reminder forevermore.'
having been, seen and therefore known
the truth of consciousness full blown
as substratum of existence
etch if you will, our words on stone
there is no space, hence no distance
beheld when we shed resistance
seen in plain sight with our soul’s eye
recognised with God’s assistance
consciousness, the absolute I
is so dense even light can’t ply
energy intense tightly packed
omnipresent, so feels each sigh
each pulse vibrationally tracked
creation here-from is exact
wherefrom the universe appears
as God His will does so enact
Thank you for calling Your Destruction.
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If you’re calling for emotional devastation, press 2.
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…Please hold…please hold…please hold…please hold on for as long as you can…
Please hold; the bringer of your doom will be with you in a moment…
Hello. It’s nice to hear from you again.
What can I do for you that will make you regret your life choices?
I see. Sorry to hear that. Would you like to include your friends and family?
I understand. Your Destruction will ensure that your life is utterly ruined once I’m done.
Have a nice day!
Dulcet whispers, pairs of three,
Enact a dangerous dance.
What on earth is eternal?
Springing up from her stupor,
Tosses her ceremony-
Golden ring of fantasy.
Truth tastes like sun in her throat.
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