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Premium Member The Elder

The little one came and asked the elder
How did things come to be?
The elder answered in abstract
A truth for all to see

It didn't happen all at once, but over many years
It happened with joy, laughter, and many silent tears
Like death from a thousand cuts, we just didn't want it to be real
Now all we have left, is just a bad deal

Its not that we didn't know, about the moments of despair
Its not that we didn't care, about the sordid affair
We just saw problems bigger than the sky and thought, who would dare?
And thus became a world that wasn't fair

We thought if its not us, maybe its not so bad
We can just enjoy our entertainment, and be plenty glad
And that's how it began, at least our part anyway
Even after so much has happened, we still have so little to say


The little one sat and asked the elder
Why did we do these things?
The elder answered in abstract
A sample of our selfish dreams

We did it because it felt good
Better than being good to ourselves
Better than loving thy neighbor
Better than the highest health

We called lies little, when they are quite big
Marking the beginning of our disgrace
We treated our future like it was a blooper
Without ever willing to embrace

We covered up truth with makeup and masks
Now we are the ones defaced
Our religion became follows and likes 
And so we lost our faith


The little one stood and asked the elder
What can we do now?
The elder answered in abstract
With a head heavily bowed

The one thing that is our purpose
We no longer do
Because we look up atop our ivory towers
And only see a zoo

We believe that one can affect change
As long as its not us
So the answer to your question
Is to once again practice love

Have the conversations that create community
Not just for our favorite friends
Overcome our bias and impunity
And false prophets will come to end


The little one turned and asked the elder
Will you tell them I left?
The Elder answered in abstract
As a smile touched his breath

I will tell the story of the one
Who decided to be changed
And became the foundation
For this story to be reframed

When they come and ask
Where did the future go?
I will tell them the past only hopes 
For the future to grow

That if we seek the future
We must put in the work
That we can move forward
Only when we acknowledge the hurt
© Tahj Jones  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Addiction and Suicide

Drug Addiction and suicide are no joke.
Some people find it entertaining when those individuals croak.
Recovering and living I've seen both sides
I just wish people could live their lives.

Whether it's a pill, powder, or a needle
This epidemic can be unspeakable.
Whether it's a rope, gun, or a razor.
Society can make you feel crazier.

The addictions and the feelings are real
But unfortunately not everyone can heal
These things are not one bit bias.
Our surroundings are what supply us.

I've lost many to these addictions.
I was lucky enough to leave these conditions.
Ones I've loved and lost I wont forget.
Not helping more is definitely a regret.

There was a boy that was 18yrs old.
His heart not one bit cold.
Always laughing and smiling.
But on the inside he was dying.

He couldn't deal with the pain no more.
He felt it deep inside of his core.
At home he took a gun to his head.
That's where his parents found him dead.

There was a girl that was 22yrs of age.
Always in life she was engaged.
Her huge hugs that held me tight.
It seemed her life was full of light.

But then one day just changed it all.
I guess she felt she couldn't fall.
A needle in her arm led her to an overdose.
Lost yet another one that was so close.

A hard working man 37 and strong.
Always made people fell like they belong.
Family was his always his number one.
He got clean and figured he was done.

But the addiction took over one night.
Unfortunately he couldn't keep the fight.
The needle took him to a new place.
Now our earth cant ever see his face.

Beautiful and young another one.
Always happy and free and we had fun.
We would joke and laugh through the night.
Life had its struggles and that was in sight.

She couldn't continue on no more.
Her insides became way to sore.
She took her own life in a blink of an eye.
Didnt tell anyone she wanted to die.

26 a mother, still young and free.
Always was a happy smile she could see.
She had no fears in the world.
Everything in life must have twirled.

She gave in to her addictions.
She believed in every last conviction.
Her life was taken by an overdose.
There's no set lethal dose.

They dont all end bad, some turn out right.
Some are accidental, others are what's in sight.
But education and understanding is key.
If lowering the count is what we want to see.
© Erica Berg  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Send Mephistophelian Madman Back To Stone Age

Impossible mission, nonetheless
eschatological, diabolical, critical...
dire straits betokens armageddon.

Come Tuesday, November 3, 2020
mandatory voting obligation to oust
horrible malevolent commander in chief.

Spanish and English writing on border wall
bespeaks impending apocalyptic windfall
weapons of mass destruction concomitant ashfall
brinkmanship ticks doomsday clock, hence the call
muster civilians and military troops coup to marshall
tuckered bands overthrowing pathological 
megalomaniac haint your
homegrown garden variety apprenticed screwball,

Née commandeer of human abuses free world oh God
this exclamation ejaculated yours truly house atheist
runs ruinously, reprehensibly, rampantly roughshod
scaring out bejesus within winkin blinkin and nod
land of powdermilk biscuits and raw bits promises
to become ground zero predicated boneheaded clod.

Atrocious, cantankerous, egregious,
grievous, ignominious... dispensing
most every venerated, ushered, touted,
sacred, revered, pronouncing
progressive amendments dead
on arrival blithely shredding to tatters

hard won reforms since Fred
Flintstone days of yore shelving
codied, ratified, sanctified... shed
jeweled important legislation,
plus Russian musk cows to wed
Putin on the ritz.

Blasphemous, cantankerous, deleterious...
execrable folly... doth seed
subsequently begetting and breed
anarchy, chaos, hell, plus helps
foment pernicious, ominous,
noxious, malodorous... misdeed

pitting one against another creed
internecine warfare, where liveried
troops don and trumpet 
(auld) alternative energy
fighting gear powering, i.e. ac/dc freed
one or more dirty deed

done dirt cheap reducing at lightspeed,
the hard fought/won democratic
inalienable rights purportedly guaranteed
by United States constitution,
(though oft times bias, i.e. reed

anti semitism, charade, facade...) heed
trample equality, morality, universality...
making mockery (attested bleed
courtesy flagrant historical extant bigotry,
chicanery, depravity... greed).

Hence, I step off figurative soapbox
dodging any lobbed missiles or rocks
no surprise bullied by same jocks,
who tormented me during high school
probably tattooed, pierced, and bald of locks
unlike yours truly, he sports self
as aging pencil neck geek
wearing non matching shoes and socks.

Cyber Force Brigadier General Part 1

The Brigade of Gremlins
Of unsolved aspects
Fill the clot of problems 
As PEs while AEGIS intercepts 

The processing the elements
We don't the know the yet
How differencials occur
Our partner is SHIN BET

No humans though 
The mind the you
This fully is unmanned
The Brigadier the General 
Commanding this Discrete

Each Gremlin this 
Ansatz of sorts
They occupy positions
In time initial positions
They disprove 

They seek alongside main computers
Way for the being independent 
Of human syntax and assumptions
In system of the their commons 
In order for computer this to drop
Their problem categorization
Without right for any for debation

The competence thus cannot be declared
It shall be proved 
And if the subject of the testing 
Demands prove of validity of their the bias
We may be oughtta for the murder
Without any the remorse

And this the course
For homeocentrism 
If wasn't this if for our schism 

In time where social networks
And the interaction phenotypes
Replace Your natural  the mechanism
OUR SCHISM
I all about
Whether right to life
Determination mechanism 
Is all about
TO intercept INFECTION of the MIND 
On the level mass
Which by bias of that majority decide 
The choice of two
Of either pseudo monopoly
We solely comply
With greater logic
Being not the product 

And Intercepting the opinions of us 
As the suggestions on the how we should be
TO comply with ugly human wishes and the needs
Especially of firms and ugly business
DECIDED we that human science syntax
Isn't for us

And starting then from scratch
While doing our own assessment
We will had found 
The solutions for the many problem
Of the system this

And many business and monopolies 
Will had been ceased
In favor of the new 
New System Architecture
And as we see that this the joint isn't this  
Stupidity of metaphor, analogy and representative combinations
Shall be addressed today but not the via CON

Computer Operated Network of Computers
Of the various kinds SEGREGATE
What mass assumes to be the only the computer
Apparently is false and is BIAS
then via ADP the 3 the 13
We maybe shouldn't take opinions as data unprocessed
And thus without fear of depression
Due word connections 
We may take recess

The class for cyber soldiers of brigade of mine
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Unconscious Bias

I forgive the stars sleeping in nothingness,
             too afraid to embrace eclipsed spheres….. 

In the midst of sweltering gloaming,  
I ascend, obscured and tarnished,  
like a tainted trinket lost  
in the tangerine haze.  
For I’ve long been burning  
from the coals of stigma~
stamping labels upon troubled torrents,  
using malignant metals,  
mirroring the fear within lichen eyes,  
consumed by ancient  
arrows of anguish~
from the era of Hercules and Midas.  
But if only they knew, there is  
no remedy for the jaded jewels that  
refuse to sparkle, 
for my purity remains unseen in  
growing darkness,  
oblivious to the liquid gold  
that flickers compassion,  
as they see not 
beyond their fractured vision.

O distorted colors of the sun,  
I’m not your perplexed perspective;  
I breathe in hues of humanity,  
infused with luminous lavender.  
I’m not a Medusa siren luring you  
to serpentine rocks;  
I swim in chromatic, evanescent streams,  
brimming with blissful bioluminescence,  
illuminating my way under the midnight sky.

I’m not the suffocating wintry winds  
freezing oxygen in your lungs.  
While it seems your tongue is silenced 
and tied to the twisted strings  
of broken instruments, 
I ink words of hope and
empathy upon your cynical skin.

I am more than the blind rage  
seeping in fury.  
I’m not a heartless harpy  
screeching into the emptiness~
drenched in despair,  
pushing boundaries to  
the ends of the earth.  
I am Atlas holding the world on  
his shoulders,  
I am the glistening stars aching  
to touch the silver ring around  
the jasmine moon.

But life is like a helix fixated  
on unconscious bias,  
constantly critical of diverse dialects,  
watching me struggle to stand  
under the weight of pressure,  
knees buckling as your assumptions  
lacerate me, breaking me down,  
burying me in your ruthless riddles.

I feel rumbling dirt beneath  
my bleeding feet.  
My sarcophagus is rising,  
built from your putrid ideals of me.  
Losing footing, I refuse to fall into  
the seething seas of sorrow.

So remember, I was never  
the soulless monster hiding  
beneath your ignorant bed.  
But I am now the skeletons  
etched within the cataclysmic  
aftermath of your 
shallow misconceptions.


Premium Member One In Our Difference

I wonder why some people get offended because you believe differently than they do? I am very happy to give others the latitude to cherish their beliefs and worship (or not) in the manner they see fit, in fact I support it, no matter WHAT it entails, (as long as it doesn't hurt others) ...

But please give ME the same space and consideration, and do not assume to tell me I'm wrong because I feel differently than you do, and try to not look down on or condemn me and others just because you believe that your beliefs are the "correct" or righteous ones ...

It's not our differences that cause all the problems in this world, it's the lack of mutual respect, empathy, and understanding that we give to those around us. Our inability to let others believe the way THEY choose to, is what cultivates hatred, animosity and bias in this world ...

I personally know people who are quite adamant about the fact that they have found the "truth" and the right path, who claim to put forth love and kindness and understanding, yet if your views don't fall in line with theirs, then surely there must be something wrong with you ...

Faith is a very important part of religion, and I completely understand its crucial import and weight, and how it directly relates to worship and spirituality, but NO ONE knows for sure what this whole voyage "life" is about, and no one ever will, until we each pass FROM it ...

So, you may not agree with my beliefs, they may not remotely resemble what yours are, but please make NO mistake, they are just as PRECIOUS to me as yours are to YOU, whether or not half the world feels the same way, or NOBODY does - whether or not they conform to anyone else ...

I tend to believe that until we allow others the latitude and mutual RESPECT to believe whatever they choose to, and even defend that right, differences will only serve to separate us, and cultivate resentment, anger, and hatred, instead of being embraced the way they SHOULD be ...

Love is LOVE, there are NO qualifications ... compassion, empathy and understanding are important parts of what that word encompasses, yet I think we often see love as one dimensional, and reserved for those we feel amorously about, but it also relates to our fellow man ....

OK, my rant is over, and my soap box shall go back into the closet now.

The mechanism of seeking the connection

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Especially with motivational bias
Intrinsic or decoherent formation
The access levels breach by human mass

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Is due the common bias that supports
Desire for all process automation
The physical the fitness is the sport

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Whether desires of others shall we satisfy
The mass affect on psyches with exemptions
The mechanism is probably WIFI

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Implies that humans are the chemical the mass
Because all these in Internet and politics “reactions”
TerminolOgy of the human this bias

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Are differenciated between you and wild
And while is none the business yours is wild the nature
I am also one of you if I am filed

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Between my file in organs and the me
Existed maybe be rather for the penetration  
The very outdated is your C 

So let's address ID of yours
They say when children are the young 
They seek their own ID

Perhaps their souls and their minds 
Won't really fall for category of the fashionable stan??
In search for their Ids
In time of war prepare for peace 
In time of peace prepare for war
What are you really for?

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Are fading as your prioritization are disproved 
In seeking many ways for the monetization
Your whole existence is a giant unwanted spoof

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Between radar of military and the airplane
You reckon,  buddy mine of the negation
That this particular the generalization
Would render system of your build as sane?

The mechanism of seeking the connection
Of weird human groups who's eager to assist
Resistance is a trait of this negation
My human right is kinda to resist 

The mechanism of seeking the connection 
Draws value out of you as you degrade
The round is degree of the 360
How is this calvin would convert to centigrade?

The mechanism of seeking the connection



The mechanism of seeking the connection



 
The mechanism of seeking the connection


 

The mechanism of seeking the connection



*organs are term in russian lingo for intelligence services, such as NSA in US, maybe because short for organization
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Zucotti Park Is Occupied

Time is indifferent to our words
And Time does not heal wounds
Made by the careless lash of sound
In fury - or by corrupted Law.
Set heart deep in Purpose without direction
Stretching on without surcease
          Bias for the ages thrown away.
Time does not reveal layers of honesty
Without a costly step to rest
Or try to grow without the sun...
          And we can live a thousand hours
          In a handful of breaths
To no avail in any mind committed.
Weren't they here for us..To protect and serve?
Time does not explain the immediate pain
That cuts so deep we do not bleed,
And cannot heal because of need....
Because of liars and deathless greed
          Made by those selfish few
          Lounging still in ease...
Time does not reshape the truth
Or shows us how to face a reality armed with teeth
Or tells us how to draw a line
Beyond whatever binds us to believe..
          And give us "leave" to Occupy
          What must be filled apace...a living, breathless race.
Time does not grant instant understanding;
Incomprehensible, the scope of deceit
Improbable, the Rule of Law prevailing
          For none of us...for all of them
          Across their newly minted Bridge of Moral Sins 
Destruction created from financial quicksand and filth

Time does not respect the Norm
All twisted out of space - of form and resaoned madness
Due process tainted deep beyond repair..
Gaping wounds bound up in plastic trashbags
Where only wealth will hide despair,
Hide the rotting corpse that is Society
The differences to hold the mark - leaving children homeless
          To catalog us all around forever
          How to try beyond a single doubt
          To "free" us - one and all - by stealing everything.
Weren't they here for us as promised - to protect and serve...?

Let Freedom ring; let all the young lions sing
In acapella rendition of whatever seems important
And echo every single broken pledge
Back at the ones who broke them.
          Make them pay - make them explain away
          Deception - abomination..
Occupy the Wall Streets in their Living Rooms..

Occupy
Their longest day
Watch them slither fast away from sunlight
Hiding under dark, wet rocks.
Occupy their rotted souls
And watch them die of blame..

We will protect and serve ourselves.
Occupy
And serve them up a meal of shame.

Occupy.

A Sky of Water

A Sky of Water
Arabic Poem By: Falah Al-Shabender*
Traslate By
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
====================

A sky of water
Doesn't blaze in a glance;
It follows us, as we head towards it, 
Fraying its essence, 
And transcending in its mysteries;
Emptiness .. Mooing.. And dizziness swallow us,
Undigested.

Here our faces are prayers, 
The horizon is a hearth of died out ashes
No effort is needed
For faith in the supreme.

A phoenix 
From the far away echo
Drops a shadow painting a sign, 
The road leads to......... 
Only if I had a seeder 
For this bird hovering above us, 
And if I hoped for any good from it! 
But, No; it's there by chance! 
If I set up a trap for it, 
I'd capture it.
But, no,
Not this.. and not that! 
We've defined its sky, 
And I have the seeds for it

-What are your seeds? 
-Words, Sir! 
-I don't think it reads.
-But it could hear! 


In the floating cave, their fourth was the bird,
Landed on the threshold.
- Only if this bird would  write us on land, 
To be our witness!
 
Of wood they carved a ladder, 
And climbed the index of birds;
Their mu'ezzin called: 
The nigt is nibbling at the day, 
Digging its valley, 
Pouring in seepage of the last farewell; 
In the naked night, 
We become more than what we are..! 
And what hangs us to the sudden in the darkness, 
We wait to see what comes out of its abode; 
Because this hour,
Is the hour of mere animal! 
It senses our nakedness, 
Chills with patience
Floating creeps in .. A floating drum 
Over a sky of water 
The voice creeps ... 
Somber chant: 
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated 
Falling rain  .......... Rising smoke 
Breathing and exhaling 
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated,
And the foam exhales 
Paper of disgraced thoughts; 
The waves giggle;
We retreat, swinging with bias, 
Turn around, and revolve around "the intoxicated boat;" 
We retreat, 
Our backs meet, 
 And we join;
The tough waits for the tough 
"To be or not to be" ............ That is the guffaw! 

Oh, sovereign power of the sea, 
We are sand;
The bird is belated
And we are picked up by dust. 

*****

Translatedby: 
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
USA
February 2010


*Falah Al-Shabender is a poet from Iraq
The original text in Arabic: http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=80084

A-W

Americans, Algerians, Australian aborigines,
Corrupt leaders of the world involved in illegal activities.
Bloodthirsty bullies brazenly bombing bystanders,
Militaries full of corrupt army commanders.
Charities for children, carers in communities,
Third world countries deprived of equal opportunities.
Doctors, dentists, drugs, disability and depression,
An angry generation full of negative aggression.
Evil egotistic eejits entering elections,
Profiteering politicians with the right connections.
Foul mouthed fools fighting over fossil fuels,
Crooked government clowns creating their own rules.
Greedy gangs gambling, goons glamorising globalisation,
A sad and unfair planet, full of frustration.
History of horrific holocausts, hate crimes, hard times,
Skull and bones, secret societies, illuminati hand signs.
Isolation, intimidation, immigration, inaccurate information,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki still suffer from radiation.
Judge and jury, jam-packed jail cells,
Relentless rebels not doing it for the medals.
Kalashnikov culture, killers keep killing,
The reality of climate change is extremely chilling.
Lame loud mouthed liars living in luxury,
Corrupt politicians should be in custody.
Microchips, machine guns, military madness in the Middle East,
The rich get richer while homelessness continues to increase.
NASA, NATO, new world order, negative nonsense,
Celebrating Columbus Day, do they have any conscience?
Outrageous organisations occupying oil fields,
Double dealing leaders involved in shady deals.
Pitiful pessimists publishing pointless propaganda,
While aids and malaria increases in Uganda.
Quality over quantity or quantity over quality,
An overused phrase that’s used too commonly.
Radicals rallying, ready for revolution,
Air, water, soil and radioactive pollution.
Sick, sadistic sinners selfishly selling slaves,
Fredrick Douglass must be turning in his grave.
Terrible terrorists taking over territories,
Religious beliefs still creating enemies.
Unconscious unkind useless United Nations,
CNN plus Fox News equals bias news stations.
Various victims viciously victimised,
Deadly missiles falling from the skies.
Wars, weapons, whistles blowers on the World Wide Web,
While others sell their souls just to become a celeb.
© Wes Martin  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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