Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?
I have no idle time to spare
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
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My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
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A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells
unspirited shapes.. empty shells
There is fire that burns not kindles
the voice of heart fades and dwindles.
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My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
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Hiding within words magic strain
bonding with stories penned out of pain
I learnt to understand and withstand
a living human not in human hand
I was once made quite aware
of one answer to Humanity welfare
Put aside your words and thoughts
restore your nature.. untie your knots
Nature immunes your body and spirit
bliss and peace, a reward on your merit.
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My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.