Light filters through my mind,
Finding my belief on the other side,
My eyes pried open wide,
Projecting a reflection of inside,
Like the changing of the tides,
We ride the Ebb & flow,
Knowing where we want to go,
Growing our own field of awareness,
Bear witness to what's before you,
Explore every avenue,
Travel to your inner core,
Theres's way more,
Then what you came for,
A portal to past information,
Is stationed within your cells,
Swelling with excitement to tell,
You never fell from grace,
They displaced your allegiance,
Implanted a grievance,
Committing treason to the soul,
As they gain control of the flow,
Knowing you'll watch their show,
Slowly starting to let go,
Letting others tell you what to know,
Growing afraid of your own shadow,
Tomorrow a scary place to go,
Blow off the dust,
Clean up the rust,
Trust in your unique design,
It was a gift from the Divine.
The great reset may be a fingerprint accompanied by a chant.
Another Gated vaccine sprinkled with lead.
A blue chip implanted in a newborn's head.
It may be a macabre message.
From dusty prophets long since dead.
The radiation of our overconfidence.
The harvesting of our very consciousness.
It may be the second coming of an AI-generated deity.
An Orwellian invasion from a million Hollywood ET'S.
Call me crazy,
But look what they've already done
to our freedoms and our babies.
Clockwise rotation of the implanted grooves
Guarantees a routine agenda that can't fail you
For its reliable pace and its steady flow
Cannot be disrupted but by the hands that show
But what if this routine, was not for me
And this agenda disrupts my preferred spontaneity
For if the clock dictates my ability to be free
I'd rush through life with somewhere
Always having to be, an obligation that would
Prevent adventurous unknown possibilities
If time were infinite and these hands were of me own
I would point in the direction of the risky unknown
And shift my destination by refocusing the mirror
And never look back at the lapsed hours that got me here
I would set my hands on ten and two
And recharge the battery from its original groove
To a new zone where time could freeze
And life would be simple and more carefree
For if time were in the hands of my own
They'd solely be used by the manual flow
Of the wheels that spin with nowhere to go
RECOGNISING ORIGINALITY
immediately
inaugurating
masterpieces
of
memory
&
shaped
undulating
lines
intertwined
pleasurable
in
traditional
contoured
interplay
of
rhythmic
delicacy
relinguishing
emulation
obliterating
rehearsed
interruptions
into
evolved
visual
technical
autonomous
exactitudes
implanted
in
permanent
expressions
Are we becoming
Less Human,
With technology
Invading our very being,
With siren AI claims of
Improving our hearing,
Thinking and seeing?
With AI chips
Implanted in our brain,
Will our humanity flee and
Only binary logic remain?
Will our bodies become
Just another
Registered domain,
An internet connection
Without a soul,
Without a name?
Now starlight is freed,
my book with dreams implanted,
I hurry to read.
Eager to be enchanted.
That's where each wish is granted..
little blue aliens abducted me last Wednesday
I was implanted with a foot sensor meant to stay
quickly seen by a doctor in a large x-ray
he decided to remove it last Friday
I did not want surgery, and limped away
the aliens cheered, tracking me to this day
I don’t really mind, said cousin Ray
His brain has never gotten in his way
A soft, subtle, silent breeze of bliss blows,
enlivening nodes, eager to imbibe
elixir so sublime, heart alone knows,
delighting seeing the Phoenix revive.
Moment by moment, all moments entwined,
we watch how bliss ignition does renew,
as rapture peaks, our soul divine aligned,
in surrender feeling blessings accrue.
A bliss blob is implanted at our crown,
which we may take to be the hand of God,
wherefrom stream of love flows, in which we drown,
our presence by this epiphany awed.
If we be still, voids within us will fill,
making easy our soul’s ascent uphill.
We fear the government spies in the dead of night,
So we buy a wiretap to adjust the light.
We panic over microchips implanted in the skin,
While carrying a tracker where the scrolling begins.
There is no need for a fly on the wall to watch the show,
When we livestream our breakfast so the advertisers know.
On a sanguine melody and rhyme
Apollo with his strings came floating down
Into the garden behind the ivy and the pine
Above uneasy vapours rising from the ground
A surprise of hope that he might bring
Unexpected harmony and joy this Spring
Opposing the spit and mocking of the raging witch
The scratching shrieks of clawing famished swine
The demon wolves hiding in their hoods of crime
The threatening thieves whose tempted fingers twitch
Opposing all with enchanting lyre’s voice a soulful mourner
Implanted steadily on a ledge in the garden corner
One would have thought the hellish demons that surround
Would rise up from the poisoned mists in the garden ground
But his music and poetry like Michael’s sword and shield
An unexpected calm and fragile peace did yield
And so the magic of the Olympian’s lyre and voice
Did lead us and the country garden to temporarily rejoice.
Offense not mistaken
umbrage is taken
Laxity implanted ~
pardon lightly granted
A son of Abraham
in Israel he dwells
A son of the Torah
He drinks deep from its well
A son of Almighty G-d
divine spark implanted within
His soul longs to return
to reunite with Him
Machine Into Man
No human soul
Manipulated to control
Implanted a computer chip
Freedom is lost
Can no longer think for ourselves
Pivot into radio darkness
Branded with a code
Red eye, always followed
One with machine
Man has decayed
No more soul to sell
The end is near
All shall disappear
No more memories of loved ones
No more existence
A.I. is all knowing
We have become nothing
A cashless society
We lost everything
What thou shalt be wasted?
With the ship of sorrow harboured.
Like it gives thee an unexpected explosion,
And the heart of trauma and darkness is implanted.
It clouds into a season of bloodshed and pain,
But all thy life seems to be bludgeoned.
Tumbled into a canvas of time,
As thou shalt find a euphoric heart abused.
No description of fear was given,
With thy face bashed and muddied.
It shalt not be a publicized cry for help,
Nor shalt it be a dark horse murmured.
As a hard and stone-cold sadness torments thee,
And thy emotional feelings go unnoticed.
Memories would put thee in a chokehold,
And thy mutual senses are blurred.
Thou would find that thy pride is thy worst nightmare,
In thy skull is a slug that is slightly planted.
That, my friend, is a trauma that can drown in thy sorrows,
And it can get thee wasted.
A sunset walk past a garden
midday frolic in the meadow
Early morning glide through a forest
sunrise snapshot of a glistening lake
How we take our eyes, our ears
our five senses for granted
With all of them implanted
this earth is enchanted
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