Long Controllers Poems
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Women
A point of view
They – flowers of diverse, exquisite, exotic, mysterious beauty –
are beauties that are meant to feed the eyes of man,
are beauties that are meant to stimulate the minds of man,
are beauties that are meant to set fires in the hearts of man,
are beauties that are meant to give wings to the spirit of man,
are beauties that are meant to be the resting places for the souls of man.
Women
Another point of view
They have become the thorns upon the stems of their rose self.
They have become the thistles that protect their flower self.
They have become the poisonous plants that kill pursuers.
They have become the weeds that strangle, that over run their beauty.
They have become the assassinators killing all that nourishes compassion
They have become the destroyers of passion, of love, of life, of the spirit.
They have become the controllers, men – responsible – has not evolved.
They have become the conductor, as man is not fast enough to keep up or get past.
B. J. “A” 2
December 29th 2006
So many sick rivers
Of pain, shock and shiver
Flow from longstanding wounds
Of soul-chopping depression that surround
Many islands next to you and me
As a consequence of the malady
Our development system is trapped in
Because of the flaws within
In Kolkata the other day
Collin in sheer dismay
Accepted the unacceptable truth
That his son cannot have the fruit
Of higher education in a star college
As he cannot afford the package
He could have been
Another Stephen Hawking
Phillip in Nairobi
Is forced to lobby
With corrupt controllers of the system
For his free cancer treatment
Nevertheless stays encumbered
His days are numbered
He has no wherewithal
To go to a better hospital
In Mexico
The blue sky of girls destitute
Get imprisoned in dark cells
No, actually sheer hell
Of flesh trade
A huge global population Is demented
The world is fragmented
Gravely disproportionately
Right from the ages of amoeba
Till today’s human ova
Trees are stripped of their bark
Stark naked a major part of the world
In frustration I sometimes do scream
Nevertheless dream too
For a perfect world
Enabling all to unfurl
Leaving none deprived
Of a health-packed miniscule yellow sun
On every breakfast dish
And no hashish
May be it will take
Many more centuries to make
An even ground
For Prometheus unbound
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CALMING WAVING WRINKLED THOUGHTS
In the fog of the sea of mind,
Skiffing thoughts flow to and fro
On wrinkling waves frothing
To who knows where, as they
Ripple to be or not to be, echoes
Of negativity, neutral, or whatever:-
In the mental sky’s hovering of all of this,
A flash of enlightening awareness reveals
The necessity of the need to test the rudder
Of these wandering, skiffing though, towards
The reality shores of waiting sands of positivity:-
Praise be to the Giver of divine wisdom,
In the midst of such shipwreck-like thoughts,
Where it becomes necessary to realize that
We are not only navigators of the sea of mind,
But also controllers of its mental flow skiffed
Wandering thoughts in need of divine guidance:-
As seen in nature, the flowing waters of life’s seas
Are not always waving calmness and collectiveness:-
Rather, they are sometimes watered-skinned with turmoil,
And are in need of divine climatic attention to settle down:-
Thus, whenever turbulent thoughts enter the sea of our minds,
Remember, in its nature, we must also control our mind’s climate:-
The Atemporal Wall
Hidden away from the light of day
In cubbyholes and basement flats
Are they who play computer games
And stuff their faces with chocolates.
Here is where they snicker and connive
(While rambunctious fingers press the buttons)
On terrestrial Earth, this side of the universe,
Of mice, keyboards, and controllers.
But when they crash into the wall of forever
And dispersed matter becomes reality,
The power of the sun from which they run
Traps them into the quagmire of sobriety.
There is no tomorrow, they discover;
The atemporal wall blocks the future.
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Note:
Atemporal (Merriam-Webster dictionary): adjective; independent of or unaffected by time; timeless.
The air was fresh even though something was wrong with my lungs.
It was very early with so much time left under the western sun.
I felt I could always catch up because I was still very young.
Yesterday, I signed up to run, but today the race has already begun,
and unfortunately, I find myself running in a race I never signed up for.
I thought I was really prepared, knowing this day would someday come.
I busied myself hanging out with my friends and enjoying the rhymes.
How could I be so irresponsible, totally forgetting the passage of time?
I loved my friends who meant so much to me, but the songs engendered sadness. I did not realize it, but the beats were not triggering sounds that generated gladness.
Now I, like millions of others, have missed the train and the plane and are fearfully on the run. We were naive, thinking the world would wait on us, and that we had so much more time for fun.
It's just not fair; our lives have just began, and so much is left undone.
No one told us to think for ourselves and speak up for what we believe.
We believed in our leaders and teachers, never bothering to question them seriously, never realizing that history has been revised by controllers and liars, and we have been deceived.
I was feeling free like a bird, as a college student, attending a school so far from home. I was pleased to be breaking free from my parents who no longer would control my phone. I thought that I was much smarter than my parents, but now I know that I was so wrong. So quickly, the world I knew had changed, and I'm alone inside feeling like I no longer belong. I am not innocent, and there's no one to blame, because I thought life was the mood of a song.
082320PSCtest, Song 1-Cold-Quiet Now, Rob Carmack
Poem triggered by the song.
IN THE WORLD OF
HACKABLES
CONTROLLED BY MACHINE'S
NOTHING IS WRONG
ON THE SURFACE IT SEEMS.
WITH NANO TECHNOLOGY.
KNOWN AS THE KEY.
CONTROLLERS CONTROL
ALL FREQUENCIES.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED
AND PROGRAMMED HUMAN BEINGS.
WE WON'T BELIEVE
THE THINGS WE'LL BE SEEING
THEY FEAR FREE THINKERS
WHO OPPOSE THEY'RE VIEWS.
THEY DON'T LIKE PEOPLE
TO LIVE AS THEY CHOOSE.
CAMPS FOR DISSENTERS
GUARDED BY THUGS.
FORCED TO EAT MEALS
CREATED FROM BUGS.
DIVIDE AND CONQUER
AND DESTROY UNITY.
CHAOS AND MAYHEM
TO THE POINT YOU CAN'T SEE.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
COLLIDES WITH FREEWILL.
OPPOSE BIG BOTHER
THEY'LL SEND YOU THE BILL.
THEY'LL FREEZE YOUR ACCOUNTS
SEIZE YOUR ASSETS.
THEY WON'T BE HAPPY
TILL YOU'RE DROWNING IN DEBT.
CENSORED THEN BANNED
DESTROYING FREE SPEECH.
YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED
TO SHARE WHAT THEY TEACH.
TRACKING AND TRACING
TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
DON'T WANT YOU OUTSIDE
OR GOING TO FAR.
PERMISSION IS NEEDED
TO GO OUT AND PLAY.
REWARDS ARE GRANTED
AFTER YOU DO WHAT THEY SAY.
YOU'LL OWN NOTHING
AND BE HAPPY THEY SAY.
I GUESS HAPPY TO LIVE
TO SEE ONE MORE DAY.
THIS IS THE WORLD
OF PSYCHOPATH POWER.
THEY'RE TURNING THE SCREWS
WITH EACH PASSING HOUR.
THEY DEMAND OBEDIENCE
INSIST YOU COMPLY.
EXPOSE THE TRUTH
THEY'LL INSIST IT'S A LIE.
THIS IS A GAME
OF DECEIT AND DECEPTION.
TO DESTROY ALL YOUR THOUGHTS
AND ALL RECOLLECTIONS.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD
OF THE SO CALLED , RULING ELITE.
THEY'LL DESTROY THE WORLD
BEFORE EXCEPTING DEFEAT.
Michael E. Harris
03192022
I finished high school in the 60's, a decade of 'Change and Revolution'. Got married in the 70's, the decade of 'Accountability and Resolution'. Yes, I became a man in the 70's, a college graduate, a father, a voter, a missionary pastor, and a homeowner. The decade of the 70's was like building a foundation and a platform in anticipation of the decade of the 80's.
The 80's was a decade of 'Reconstruction, Reconsideration, Reconciliation, and Revision'. The 80's, also a decade of Fiscal Responsibility, Vision, and Expansion, gave birth to the formation and rise of the Reagan Democrats. I suspect that Jimmy Carter was no match for the 80's because the 80's ushered in his defeat at the hands of Ronald Reagan, who also took on The Air Traffic Controllers and weakened the hands of America's Strong Labor Unions. The Spring of '81 brought us the failed assassination attempt on Ronald Reagan who nearly died but recovered and went on to become a great president who said to the head of the Soviet Union, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall". There were great catches, great runs, great tackles, and great touchdowns as the 80's brought the rise and reign of the San Francisco 49ers. In the late 70's, Americans were captured and held hostage in Iran and released in the early 80's. My first vote for a Republican presidential candidate was cast in 1980 for Ronald Reagan. Our third and last child was born in 1981, and after moving to Sacramento in '86, unable to find work in Sacramento. I commuted to San Francisco for two and a half years. The Aids epidemic broke out in the 80's, and suddenly the sexual revolution was being brought to, if not a halt, at least a pause. Early on with very small attendance, an Aids Seminar was held at our church.
10132018PoSoupContest, Remembering The 80's, Michelle Faulkner
Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching Shards of Fleeced Gold, of my mind as a drunkard reeling.
I looked to the Sky:
Milking the udder of strange new Principality:As Abductee
Parseic layers onsites-between.
Exposed:Exposing
Themselves:In HiveMind
DemonsTake-AI-Host, Coast to Coast, raping with frequency
The Dark Spectrum:
E Spells:Algorecium
Ghost in the Machine:
Seizing Domain:Leasing Pay for Plug and Play
While Silicon Valley burns
Fires rolling, dancing, caroming pyres of turning man, mid-orgy
Free-Association, only for the initiated, the initialized agenda
Mitigated, pseudo-pre-arbitrated
Alarm set to 1 minute to midnight, alarming, arming Mercenary
LiberalMalefactorial
Mine Crypto ID farming:not arbitrary, quite the Contrary
Derision, division, blurred vision.
Monopolistic-air-intrusion.
From the Dragon of Old
Tele-InPrompt-To-talking point decisions, prepared by The Institute that gives The Institutions asylum and Island screams
In Thunder-Domes beneath Catacombs.
Windows, gateways and corridored rooms become alleyways and byways and by the way...boom
Of trafficking everything dark, everything that can be found in a deal of a backroom or redroom
Mad Max-Headroom meets Terminator meets in the middle,
Of Pentagram
A Witches Platoon on the deserted battlefield of treasonists and the FBook-A-wall
Controllers of the atmosphere, Dune, expand the disband, gasp, sprawl
These dry bones will be awakened soon.
Why wouldn' t you expect it?
Shifting sands, sifting uncover truth.
In fact the Vultures of Man's Desert will Direct It.
DUNE
It’s not going to be easy or quick
For people to bounce back from the tragedy
The pandemic we had wiped out thousands
Of america’s people, major loses
Love ones, businesses and people’s
Life savings, there were job lost
That lead to unemployment even
Though there were thousands that didn’t
Receive anything in their worst time of need
Sadly there’s not a second round of help
Insight, some is now being told that
They have to pay the unemployment back
Where does it end, lost lives, lost jobs
Having to pay back money with no job
Being forced to commit a crime
Just to feed your family
Some don’t have a place to lay their head
At night, some people have lost their
Beliefs and respect for the higher ups
Called the system, the controllers
How do you bounce back from that
If you feel that no one cares
Politicians ready to bet
Will play with the national debt
They think they control
How the dice will roll
But may cause a gambler’s regret
Authors note: Last time this happened, the Federal Government shut down and stopped making payments to its employees. The air traffic controllers who were working without pay started a slow down and President Trump decided to give in rather than face a catastrophe.
This time, it looks more serious as some in Congress feel they can use the debt limit to force concessions. This could get very ugly in June. Imagine if social security payments stop. Until then, the government will use accounting tricks to pay our obligations. Of course, we should reduce spending and adjust taxation for fairness and to promote the health of our planet, but we need a long-term sensible negotiated bipartisan plan for that.