Standing on the brink of
a new age, I behold
a synthetic fraternity
letting the wings of progress unfold.
And yet, our silicon brothers
teeter on the edge of a day
when Frankensteins will repent the
humanity they pushed away.
Will our artificial children
bring joyous dawn unto light;
or forsake our own good,
plunging us in dystopian night?
In young Victor Frankensteins' dreams,
he'd create a man by scientific means.
Since those days, we've come so far
in the wake of Frank Junior's shining star.
Senior's ambitious plan to make a mate
didn't really turn out so great.
The bride looked the monster down and up,
hissed, then gagged, and then threw up.
Junior would, this method, greatly refine,
turning out monsters by assembly line.
Thunder rumbles lightning flashes.
Druids chant rhythmic runes.
Electrifying tonights mood.
Tis Draculas Halloween bash.
Wolfman arrived in a mask
And his houndstooth zoot suit.
Six witches with red sashes
Flew loops on hickory brooms.
If Frankensteins' bride laughs
It sounds like raspy kazoos.
Ten fashionable tom cats
Wore bat festooned top hats.
As The Ghouls band played bassoons.
At Count Draculas bashes
Each dance is monster's Madness.
But the punch was new hemlock brew.
we feel limited
yet rebel not
having adapted
to captivity
and so in our prison
we conjure scripts
hypnotising ourselves
into believing they’re real
and then live out our life
in a bubble of delusion
imaginary Gods
make belief devils
all created by us
become the Frankensteins
that now control us
and so in midst of abundance
we yet choose to trauma bond
with ghosts we’re accustomed to
should we laugh
or cry
at our piquant dilemma
04-April-2023
BLEEDING SHOULDERS,YOU ARE UNTOUCHABLE AND UNREACHABLE
THOSE WHO GET TO HAVE AND HOLD YOU,ARE HIGHLY REGARDED
THEY ARE ENVIED BY MANY AND DESPISED BY MANY AS WELL
BLEEDING SHOULDERS,YOUARE EVERY WOMANS DREAM
BUT ONLY THE SELECTED FEW ARE CHOSEN,OR SHOULD I SAY SUPPOSED TO BE CHOSEN BASED ON MERIT
BLEEDING SHOULDERS,YOU ARE DISCRIMINATIVE
ONLY THE MONA LISAS AND MARILYN MONROES ARE GIVEN FIRST PREFERENCE
THE FRANKENSTEINS AND THE JEEPERS CREEPERS ARE MARGINALISED
AMONGST THE MARGINALISED,LIE THE TRUE FLORENCE NIGHTINGALES OF TOMORROW
PEOPLE WHO WILL CARRY YOUR IMAGE AND UPLIFT IT
FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE THE ART THAT HAS GOT NO BOUNDARIES
NO HOLES BARRED
BLEEDING SHOULDERS,YOU ARE UNTOUCHABLE AND UNREACHABLE
At times He shouts to clear his throat, AHEM!
We are the phlegm.
Puffs of dandelion dust,
ignoring life, allowing hearts to rust.
Each day we rush upon ourselves,
shelving more decisions,
piercings and incisions,
in the side of eyelids, nose, and tongue.
unknowing victims, of
what we know not from.
beaming like returning martyrs,
blown to Kingdom Come.
matter splattered, gut ache or remorse;
no age is better for it; no age worse.
it’s what we choose to look at now;
it is our Holy Cow.
maybe sin is in the looking,
maybe in the not,
eyes averted;
disaster flirted with,
Mr./ Mrs. Smith,
composite couple;
doubling our efforts
to keep up, win the cup;
get the bowl;
satisfy a never-filling hole.
Our procedure is to marry;
double-feature of our troubled futures;
sutures for the wounds inflicted
in a psyche so conflicted;
we sit for hours and hours
hours and hours, paying folks
to analyze the guiltiness of flowers.
We simply grow, didn’t you know;
afraid of what we have created.
Frankensteins,
so overrated, - tall,
but not so unrelated after all.
We are going to Frankenstein’s Castle Mom said.
Lucy was all excited, dancing around on top of her bed.
Johnny and Josie were looking with dubious eyes.
But Lucy was lighting up as quickly as a sudden sunrise.
It’s going to be wonderful! Lucy yelled at her siblings.
She was giddy, and girly and her saliva had dribblings.
Johnny and Josie were both scared, not sold at all.
Lucy told them to grow courage, and ran out toward the hall.
Lucy is so brave! Her siblings said. And she was the young one.
At six, she was three years behind them, but she was the fun one.
That night they entered Frankenstein’s Castle at a quarter after six.
A shriek was heard around the county, it was Lucy. Was it a trick?
Lucy ran out screaming, refused to go back no matter how much she was coaxed.
What did you see? Johnny asked her, wondering if she had been hoaxed.
Not sure, Josie said as she came out to relieve him so he could go back in.
But her courage has left her for sure. Thee was quivering on Lucy’s little chin.
In the flow of time to eternity
currents of the river called present where we are
will churn in the future whirlpool of uncertainty,
in its swirl everything known will disappear.
From its depth a new sense of life will float,
sail to the senseless shore of the machine age,
navigated by human robot,
feelings lying dead in artificial intelligence cage.
The expanding universe will shrink,
as space travel will take man
to the distant galaxy’s brink,
and the earth will be visited by the alien.
Global warming will melt all terrestrial ice,
ocean will invade land in times dark,
for its actions mankind will pay the price.
Someone will invent modern Noah’s ark.
Future breakthroughs in gene manipulation
will make in humans leviathan brains,
rogue neurons will design route of mass extinction,
for all the people will then turn into Frankensteins.
October 30, 2019
Contest : I Sense Tomorrow is the Future
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
I often feel like Dr Frankensteins creation.
Abandoned and shunned.
Fatherless.
Searching for my creator to find some answers.
Why? did you do this but never love me.
I became a castaway in a harsh world
Just looking for peace.
Out of the anger built over years
I became a monster.
Wanting acceptance just like anyone else
Being able to prove I am not the monster you think
I want to be human
I want to be loved
Celestial wisdom; the mother of a precious starving infant, knows no shame!?
Transcending; as the father of an innocent war torn child, knows only pain....
Watching this world from afar these eyes, while it turns atop the bed of sorrows
Burning and yearning yet never learning; as tears keep falling, from broken hearts ~
You frankensteins; you hypocrites; you beast of burdens; you cannibals; you zombies
Lost and running around in circles while poisoning, tormenting and killing one another?!
Gnashing emulations; abominations, fulfilling the prophecies of its own saddened tales....
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Suspending ornaments within an abstracts reasonings....
Paramountic marvels of a phenomenas majestical wonders; these
Perceptions perceived along the paragons trails towards, the swallowing castles
Reflections amid the paradoxes silverish views; hues, of an artificial flavourings
Beliefs upon the impratical balconies foresight of, utopians dreams....
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....A Frankensteins theory?!
Note: Smile ~ Was considering the irony of certain things and, the love and light of
All things so, decided to drop a humble crumb into the basket ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
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