North Pole
__________
When my only path is the light,
I want myself,
My ashes,
To be thrown away.
To be raised by the wind,
Strangers made.
So i may be a way,
To the North Pole.
I may unit by the stars,
Making a generation
That knows dirt,
Is not worth.
Maybe a zodiac,
Maybe a sign,
I will be.
Nations pass,
My loved ones pass,
I will see them,
Near me.
We can make a unit,
To new people.
Breaking the pattern,
The cycle,
We made.
imprinted
activity
dynamic
movement
stilled
en
f f-ast-forward
race
into
the fourth
dimension-
where light,movement&speed
gathers
apace
melanged
movement
made manifest
Futurism* tried to purge the past
but such art could not last
Never achieving popularity's seal
or critera of aesthetic appeal
*https://artincontext.org/futurism/#:~:text=Some%20Futurist%20painting%20examples%20include%20Giacomo%20Balla%E2%80%99s%20Street,Gino%20Severini%E2%80%99s%20Souvenirs%20de%20Voyage%20%281911%29%2C%20among%20others.
Join me, in my hand, ??
Join me in the Institute for a Common Humanity.
Here I perch, naked and beaten, on a tiny glass slide within a microscope.
It is wondrous to find that this skin is formed of a million shattered triangles,
our brains fractal-ised caverns of tentative foliage.
Join me, in my hands, ?? ????!
Join me in the Institute for a Common Humanity.
Where, and too far away!
Our hearts sink in sealed jars of Dread;
an unwilling relief is sent of the wind.
In time, an ultradian contortion;
we'll peer into the minds of a derelict people, and clear as ever day
shall arrive the curious light.
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Utopia, New World Futurism
Let’s consider for a moment, do we exist are we real,
Or perhaps just holograms with flesh and bones.
Controlled, programmed by covert powers that be,
Observed perpetually by all-seeing Alien drones.
Laptops, Tablets Smart phones surveying us all,
They know what you do, they know what you think.
CCTV cameras, the eye in the sky, satellite detection,
Orwell spoke of Big Brother, now we’re on the brink.
We’re watching you, watching us watching you.
Scary really, creation of self-programmed Android.
Mummy, Daddy your child needs responsiveness,
Take your eyes from the screen, away from the void.
Science fiction is now, machines ruling our world,
But they’re not Robots, Automatons or mechanisms,
It’s us, people have become machines, DELETE, RE-BOOT,
Welcome my friends to Utopia, new world Futurism.
BEFORE,
THE EXISTENCE OF TIME,
MY BEING,
ENVELOPED THE UNIVERSE.
CONSCIOUSNESS,
STIMULATED THE DAWNING,
THE UNIVERSE,
IMPLODED AND SET ME FREE.
VOLCANO'S,
ERUPTED,
METEORS,
SHOWERED THE HEAVENS,
WISDOM OF THE UNIVERSE,
STEPPED FORTH INTO THE LIGHT,
PROFOUND THOUGHT,
CAPTURED MY SOUL,
LIGHTNING,
ENERGIZED MY BEING,
BRINGING FORTH AND UNLEASHING A HART BEAT.
I AM THE UNIVERSAL WARRIOR.
PROTECTOR OF THE FUTURE AND FUTURISM.
In
the fourth
dimension-
movement gathers
pace
See the 'moving ' paintings of Balla et al
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