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Humans are dots on a map
For system of geolocation
For the total control
And the calculation
Privacy, freedom is lost
Hacking their grouping dynamo
King Iguana Guantanamo
And satellite does the targeting
For politics geo and marketing
Analysis of atmosphere
Their the rich and their fear
Migration's migraine of the states
Many on TV debates
Opinions can be disproved
True argument requires the proof
UDHR lost appeal
Such associations aren't real
The naivete and naive
Messages they do receive
Evacuate all the rats
The intuition of bats
No solace evolving in space
This isn't the prison
It's base
For metaphors literate
Right should they have
Of no being unit strategic
The individual level is sad
Search for your soul you eejit
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The very outdated is your C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
From inside these closed doors.
I sail away from these old shores.
And walk on down those streets of gold.
Pretending I’m still young and not too old.
But when tomorrow takes away today.
It leaves you finding it hard to stray.
With air too still to fill your lungs.
And no backup band to get the song sung.
And if someone would see your thoughts.
They’d surly in the twisted wires get caught.
At least that’s how it’s been in past tense.
Misconstrued, it just doesn’t make any sense.
Am I so removed that my opinion’s disproved?
Lost in the void of an unrealistic existence approved.
Looking back into a past review’d.
Longing for a chance to make things renewed.
Whether you are black, red, yellow or white,
all of us are all one and the same alike.
The concept of race has been disproved scientifically.
None of us are subspecies of the human specie,
as is evident for example with the cat family.
We have lions and tigers and leopards and cheetahs,
but a black man and a white man are not the same as a lion and a tiger
Both are the same specie, *****sapiens, making all lives matter.
We all need to start focusing on the fact that we are all connected genetically.
Scientifically speaking, we are all one big worldwide dysfunctional family,
literally, not figuratively.
At some point in our ancestral genetic history,
my ancestors met yours and proceeded to breed,
and their offspring met the offspring of everyone else,
bring the entire planet to its present intolerant mental health.
Beware the Fireworks of Joy
It’s 9:30am
It’s Saturday
The winds of time have changed
Smoke is obscuring the future
Of a nation of dreamers.
Nightfall is lost.
In a darkness of righteous rhetoric
Toothless dragons spewing flameless fire
Exhale the remains of previous failures
In noxious nuances of hope’s lunacy.
Daybreak is muted in the gray pall
Of hatred’s hangover
Coating the pond in anger’s angst
Banning the flight of migratory species
Coating the lily pads in distant dust.
Time is meaningless to those
Who speak of “when”
For past and present are
And are not. And yet
They must be joined
By the now, in the now,
Or they will be condemned
To a never changing present.
Science has proved
And disproved itself
Erred in its “infallible” wisdom
Swept the detritus of its denial
Into the graveyards and landfills
While claiming innocence and immunity.
Beware the fireworks of joy
For they may ignite
The spark of a rebellion.
John G. Lawless
©5/1/2021
Jesus said: I Am The Door.
He said it in as many ways as could be said.
My friend Morty reckons
that the ‘door’ is just a metaphor:
"I mean why would we need a door anyway?
We would have to be stuck in a place
so deep inside of our ourselves
that we needed a way out."
Morty gave his trademark s..t-eating grin
as if solving an easily disproved theory.
I actually dreamed of walking through it,
but of course it was just a dream.
When I told Morty about it
he said he had had a dream as well.
that he also had gone through that door:
Morty claimed :
"I saw there were openings everywhere,
openings like blossoms of light
getting larger and larger,
and no doors."
Of course Morty is a wise-ass,
he likes to brag a lot
and tries to put one over on you
if he can.
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MIGHTY GOD HOLDING IN AWE---
I serve an all great and holy mighty God;
Disproved, none believing in disarray up holding in awe;
Righteousness is the holy righteous is the only one;
Can save me from myself He’s the only one
For the Holy only one in heaven merciful God
Surprisingly I stand joyfully submissive still in shock in awe
Come let us forgive rejoice be happy in Awe
My choices my chances are yet still wronged one
Help us revive us all over again O God
Mighty God, O holy only one in shock, awe.
2/12/19
A Tritina for Messina Poetry Contest
Tritina poetry form only.
Sponsored by: charles messina
When a man finds himself
At a crossroads in this life
And he's searching for the woman
That he can call his wife
He looks to his past
To see where he's gone wrong
He picks up his old heart
And tries to tear down walls
To hold you in my arms
To hear your I love you
There's just one small problem
That we can't work through
She's already taken
My heart and my dreams
By a man who still loves her
So where does that leave me
When I tell you that I love you
I hope you will understand
Its my dying wish to hold you
And for me to be your man
Like the pinnacle of love
The pedestal I place you on
Reaches higher than the Heavens
Our souls our strongest bond
But she's already taken
My heart and my dreams
By a man who still loves her
So where does that leave me
Can our once secret kiss
Lead into love
Though it never really had too
Cause for me it always was
As she looked away I saw
The smile upon her face
Was she thinking of the what could be
Or how time has helped erase
The thoughts of how she felt
Have my dreams all been disproved
Did my soft and gentle forehead kiss
Translate to I Love You
She already knows
Just what she means
But I want her to know
That in us I still believe
Though she's already taken
My heart and my dreams
There's no man alive
Who can love her like me
Shaken not stirred
Now she's living the life
And He's hoping his money
Will keep her by his side
What are the chances
In a small town like this
That we could meet our soulmate
Yet somehow miss the bliss
In a small town your lucky
If you don't settle for someone
Did the Good Lord place my soulmate
So our two could become one
Because she's already taken
One thing will remain
It's the blame that I place on me
And I'll never be the same
England’s King Richard the Third -
the last Yorkist king and one not preferred.
His defeat by Henry brought the Middle Ages’ end.
If he had a funeral, did anyone even attend?
This same king in Shakespeare’s play
was a product of the Tudor-thinking way.
Shakespeare employed some exaggeration
such as having Richard die in crazed desperation.
Scoliosis is a condition that the King had,
but Shakespeare had Richard appear really bad,
like a “bunch-backed toad” with withered arm.
Who would be giving THIS king any smarm?
As for murder of his Lady Anne,
his wife died from TB and was murdered by no man.
Historically, he loved and mourned her when she died,
but in the play, King Richard was very dry-eyed
Shakespeare’s King Richard was a fiend,
who toward murdering relatives leaned.
Indeed, the kids in the tower were more than just removed,
and that’s a fact from history that cannot be disproved.
Science has disproved
the legends about full moons,
but one thing is for certain:
when I see it thus -
gold and glowing in the sky -
something indeed does happen.
My mind takes flight, and
I’m more in tune with nature.
I marvel that such beauty
occupies heaven.
When it takes me by surprise,
its effulgence delights me.
I’m led to ponder
how something so far away
seems so right up in my face;
how it has appeared
through eons, steadfastly at
the set time of its cycle.
Is it no wonder
the poems it has inspired
and lovers it has entranced?
One of the few things
of God’s brilliant creations
shared equally by us all!
By Andrea Dietrich
Written 10/15/11
For Russell Sivey's Contest:
What Happens During a Full Moon?