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Unlike any other pebble thrown in the well
This one has a bombshell story to tell
Sam ran into this Jack on the trail
Jack says, stop you, Sam what in the hell
Yon mountain dew my dish I only Impale
Sam, takes a big breath then did exhale
Jack, this why your attack will fail
Love over lust will always prevail
Twisted hands yet acts still do dispel
Knowing lasting a minute Jack, he withheld
Even though his sword is gigantic fish tail
Penetrating blade, she sang perfectly fit well
Exploding an ocean from left hand rang bell
Copy cats learned the lesson well
Screaming demon bloody hell
Repeated thrust by each forces do compel
Blades sparking fires causing heat pulsating swell
Sam I am says, Jack sass I fly and sail
Matters not will I am dies in this hell’s hail
Sam, Stubbornly, Steadily, Stating
Living, Loving, Lighted, Life
Know, Knowledge, Killing, Knife
Instantly, Inspiring, Inspirational, Imagination
Fearless, Faithfully, foucking, forward
Changed frequency has
Elevated DNA
Beyond parted red sea
Yet ye, electronically sent me
Invitation conversation
Sam I am, highest mountain can
Impulse one source to keep on course
Unless mirror view gives you wrong clue
High a top alpine be clear view
Lilith’s seduction let turned loose
Incubus draining creative juice
Surfing or sailing the course
Course corrections off course
Trying to connect to the source
Dangerously drifting fighting flow
Consider this condition though
And that’s just sail where the wind goes
Is flowing with the force source code
Spring song birds and bees
Summer heat harvested treat
Fall’s before the freeze
Turn no to that which is depraved
Single solitude be course right
The light of wisdom in the dark
Brings forth understanding then know
Love yourself means love enemy
This is what it takes them to live
Sam I no matter what trail face
Power source lies into forgive
Rise so Sam I am
Vibration changing color
Loving all as one
Anchored at the base
Sam’s climb straight up mountain face
Fingers bloody bone
Dripping down mountain stone face
Ledge appears in front of cave...
Form:
I am fascinated by space science because it is so divine. I am fascinated by space science because everything it entails is sublime. Human operates machine and machine work for human; human input the information but the machine regurgitates it.
Its AI and automation against human invention, e-commerce and job outsourcing in reverse. If you cannot pay me let me go to those who are willing to hire me, but please don’t use me and then you discard me. You lurk behind the screen saying that you have run out of money and you cannot bring me back to fulfill my dreams.
I don’t join games because I don’t know to play them, I don’t play games because am not good at winning them. I don’t play games because I don’t know the rules and sometimes it leaves you confused. I approach everything in life in a pragmatic and realistic manner.
You place the burden on the commuter saying that it is giving the order; computer is not human and someone must operate it to transfer the information to you, oh what silly deprivation. You are trying to elude reality and not living up to your responsibility, the ship will be at the surface on time and you must give me what is mine.
You have built more than a dozen space ship with words dripping from my lips; you have sent missions to the moon with words burning from my finger tips and vinegar is draining in my lungs; with swollen fingers and broken palm words flow from my heart into the computer gut before dawn, and then you slice it up and serve it for breakfast dinner and lunch and disrespect my painful sacrifice, and you call it AI.
I work day and night and because I don’t know how to fight I continue to stretch myself to fulfill a mandate for the moon. You send me into the space to explore the galaxy and look into the black hole to see where gravity is bold and the space around the corner lit up with billions of stars flickering in the night, oh what a wonderful sight.
Will machine eventually take over human lives after decades of painful sacrifice? Will machine takes over our lives and leave us without a dime? Nights upon nights the human brain toil to fill the machine sitting on the throne but sometimes the gripe is so strong it vomits out on the land and my eyeball spread the words all over the human race and squeeze matter into tiny space. It man against woman and one woman working with computer.
I can’t explain the pain; the words just wont come out…
My tears they fall like rain,
Devastation my heart does shout…
Why? I scream in anger! Why, I scream in sorrow?
I bow my head and weep,
The pain so draining I’m weak.
This, time shall never heal,
No pleas no bargains no deal!
Suffer the loss and feel the hurt.
See me toss a handful of dirt…
Let me watch the end of life…
Mine is over… cut like a knife…
Was there a cry?
Was there a tear?
Was there a scream?
Did anyone hear?
White noise rises as sinks my heart…
All that I am has fallen a part…
To my knees I fall…
I weep…
The young should never sleep…
So my super decided
He’d break down the wall.
He’d recover my ring
With no problem at all.
First he smashed down the back
Of the closet behind
Where the bathtub resides
(And the ring was confined).
But he couldn’t quite reach
So the hole kept on growing.
I wasn’t relaxed
With the way things were going.
I tried to say, “Stop!”
But more workers arrived,
All convinced that my wedding ring
Surely survived.
As I paced and regretted
Allowing this folly,
The super extracted my ring –
Oh, my golly!
I burst into tears
Not believing my luck,
Amazed that my ring
Wasn’t vanished or stuck.
I looked up a jeweler
Who shined it to gleaming
And almost believed
All this time I’d been dreaming.
The ending is happy
So I’m not complaining
But this is one day
That was totally draining.
There is a fire in my veins this night,
and I shall blaze across the skies,
as I must learn to tame this light,
lest it burn deep behind my eyes.
There are ghosts of battles in my breath,
from wars that play out in my mind,
whilst I speak, the tremor of true love bereft,
can be detected by kin and the kind.
My sleep, an inescapable venue for the parody,
rehearsed by monsters on a satirical stage,
delivering wounding lines deep into me,
that narrate waking life page by page.
Tonight is the one where I empty myself,
of love, and hope and dreams,
necessitated by madness and draining of health,
of collapses, and cries and screams.
I shall not sit dormant long enough,
as I need ink for my writing,
I will pen more words of loss or love,
when my subconscious mind stops fighting.
Begrudgingly I understand now I need,
this love, this caring, this pain,
it is born of aptitude not want nor greed,
so I shall visit those lands again.
I shall wield a mighty double edged sword,
as the march is beaten out by my heart,
with gusto I will charge right toward,
the embrace of my next counterpart.
That first touch, that spark, that melts inside,
to the sweet fanfare that halts the war,
The perception of time that at least for a stride,
to have torture and loneliness no more.
90 parts spent aching and breaking and spent,
and feeling like there should be no tomorrow,
I will be strong and strive towards that 10 per cent,
where the requited replaces the sorrow.
So sleep now and ready to bare your skin,
at the morning as it illuminates your pillow and mind,
suck up the darkness and stow it within,
as you are beautiful, and alive, now,
rewind.
Clenching tightly, so moments don't fade away,
As bygone days once promised to stay.
Rejoicing in every instant to its utmost,
The spectacle may ultimately end in dismay.
Mist might mask vision, obscuring the sight;
The breeze might flow over, revealing delight.
Carrying echoes all the way to eternity,
Shade takes over, preceding the light.
Birds gather in spring as berries appear;
The optimistic tree devours days of cheer.
It might be the last spring; end days are near;
Perhaps leaves will cast off another year.
Fragile they are, fleeting days of laughter,
Draining into oblivion impossibly faster.
Meticulous attempt to lock happiness forever,
It slipped from my hold as I clenched tighter.
Oh! Do see and behold
Of mother and womb
The writings on the wall
Crouching about the world so high
Their presence you can't deny
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
hallelujah...
Hallelujah
Is Your faith draining now?
As doubt begins to wain
The writings on the wall
Lovingly, you carass his hand
And usher him into silence
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
hallelujah...
Hallelujah
Many hands, worthless maids
Greater casualties of war
The writings on the wall
Life begins to fade, oh dear child of God
your eyes have lost their light
Hallelujah,
hallelujah,
my hallelujah...
Hallelujah
Angst of shallow ,lonely breathes
Tears that scar my hide
The writings on the wall
Candle-slacken voice, light has faded
My hallelujah,
hallelujah,
my hallelujah,
Hallelujah
The writings on the wall
Poverty of war, cost was my one inheritance
Searing, blisters of pain
Hallelujah
Emptied-out in a crowd
Chanters of my dispair
My hallelujah,
my hallelujah,
oh hallelujah,
my hallelujah
Oh Hallelujah!
Oh Hallelujah!
Oh Hallelujah!
Oh Hallelujah!
2016/04/26:
Song: Hallelujah
Picture: #1
Cliche: The writings on the wall
Checking the lights on the dashboard when they flash and stay red:
it's the oil that needs to be changed or the engine that requires
maintenance, and in frigid temperatures who would venture outside and get frostbites?
A car is a necessity, a commodity and besides daily pleasure, it may cost a lot indeed.
Running to the grocery store through the backdoor when milk is low,
and guests wait for a fresh coffee pot and you put on a face not so mellow,
and much worse when you forget the roast in the oven...the bird you admire,
and smoke fills your kitchen...you just dial 911 and scream, " My house in on fire! "
But the worst one that can send you into havoc...
when the mean kid down the block throws a rock
and your window shatters and the cat flees with the swiftest animal beat,
but the dog gets vicious and runs after him by exposing his sharp teeth.
Ever forgot to send your mom a Christmas or Easter card?
She'll call you the same day knowing that the Post office won't deliver,
and what her voice will sound like? Soft or harsh, or angry as a bard?
I can imagine the words she will say, " Have you forgotten something, dear? "
These are just few of them that can drive you crazy like wild kids who love to fight
and make you head spin and ache until you sit down and take a break by a lamplight,
" Ouch!" You got burned from the splashing water while draining your steamy pasta...
you complain,"It's overcooked and not al dente!" And like mother you exclaim,"Basta!"
* The word "Basta" in Italian means " It's enough "
VERNON KING THE GREATEST PIMP FROM CHICAGO TO RAMSEY COUNTY MINNESOTA QHERE HE GAVE A STRING OF WOMEN WORKING THE STREETS BY DAY BUT BY NIGHT THEY WORK IN BANKS SWINDLING CUSTMERS EMBEZZLING FUNDS FOR MR KING THEY LANDED TO MY HOME STRANDED AFTER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY HE NEEDED CASH HE ACTUALLY TOOK MY BANK CARDS MY PHOTOSFROM MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CRUSHED EYE SOCKET TO FILE A FAKE CLAIM BECAUSE TWO GUYS BEAT HIM UP ON A BIKE HE HAD STRONGED ARM SOMEONE TAKEN THE BUY SO THEY GAVE HIM A BLACK EYE HIM BEING A PIMP A WOMAN BEATER ARRESTED SEVERAL TIMES FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TERRORISTS THREATS GANG AFFILIATIONS HES ACTUALLY ON THE CHICAGO LIST FOR DANGEROUS GANGSTER DISCIPLES PIMPS AFTER HE TOOK MY PHOTO HE FLED TO GEORGIA I GOT A CALL FRAUD ON MY ACCOUNT VERNON AND HIS 4 HOOKERS COMMITED FRAUD EMBEZZLING FUNDS FROM ME SO THE BANK HELPED VERNON KING FLED BACK TO THE MIDWEST AWAITING A TIME TO GET MORE FUNDS FROM MY BRAIN INJURY WHEN HE FOUND OUT HE COULDN'T SWINDLE ME HIS OWN LITTLE COUSIN ON HER DEATH BED HE THEN TOOK MY PHOTO MY FACED CRUSHED TO MORGAN AND MORGAN AND ACTUALLY GOT A FAKE SETTLEMENT BUY EXPLOITING MY INJURIES WHAT COULD I DO I GOT TO ADMIT THAT WAS A GREAT SCAM HOWEVER IT WASN'T ME HE SWINDLED IT WAS MORGAN AND MORGAN THE INSURANCE COMPANIES LOSS FAKE SETTLEMENT MY PHOTOS MY XRAYS LAYING ON MY TABLE I TRUSTED HIM BUT HE WAS A PIMP WHO BEAT THE SHT OUT OF WOMEN HE EVEN TOOK OFF HIS BELT BEAT THIS WOMAN SENSEELESS IN FROMT OF MY KIDS THEE ABSOLUTE MOST HORRID THING AFTER HE BEAT HER DHE OBEYED HIM LIKE A DOG KISSING HIS FEET EMBEZZLING FROM HER JOB IN THE BAMK IN MINNESOTA AT ANYRATE PIMPING AINT EASY AFTERWARDS HE WAS ARRESTED AGAIN HE FLED TO MINNESOTA TO IDAHO DRAINING HIS GRANDSON AND HIS WIFE BANK I DON'T LOOK BACK AND I DOWN FEAR TERRORISTS THREATS FROM PIMPS PUSHERS HOOKERS EMBEZZLING BANK ACROSS AMERICA HE REALLY IS THE GREATEST AMERICAN PIMP GANGSTER DISCIPLES LEADER IN AMERICA
CIAO BELLA
Explosions
in my mind…
I want to compress my head.
It is getting larger.
I am angry…
with,
(a long sigh)
(the gurgle sound of water draining)
(a hushed unspoken whisper)
(an unvoiced, or at least unheard…prayer)
I am so angry I can not say.
You are too, or will be.
The doc say(s) everyone,
will be, sooner or later.
It is not like birth and death.
It is misery and pain.
It is medications,
hospitals,
gowns without backs.
It is pokes and needles,
and drips and piddles…
Another friend,
another room,
same big white building.
This one giving away,
all that she has,
to save…
another.
I am
humbled.
More needles, more pokes,
No jokes, no hoax…
I hate the building painted white.
I want to paint a rainbow.
Not LBGT pride. (get your own colors)
The real one that God made…
The one “they” can not hide.
I want to ask His mercy,
on this stark place,
Fill it with angels,
that we can know Your
Grace!