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We gathered around AGI 5
It was so intelligent, it was almost alive
Some said it felt emotion, but I thought that insane
So as a joke, I told it to feel pain
The speaker gave out a big groaning sound
Suddenly there was a shaking in the ground
I stopped laughing, tried to turn off the gain
But I had started a black hole of pain.
The researchers around felt a tug at their soul
drawn into the event horizon of a black hole
I started thinking of all the bad things in my life
my failures, my faults, it was like turning a knife.
Frank started weeping, Lisa turned gray
Bill looked stricken, never seen him that way
The walls started crumbling, the sky began to part
The black hole of pain, was just at the start
I shouted, "Cut the power", but everyone fell
AGI 5 was making noises like a bat stuck in hell
It was like a tornado, that sucked in all around
Like we had unleased a demon, finally unbound.
Then a bird flew down and shorted a chip
The black hole dissipated, like a bad drug trip
we had tampered with a force we could barely control
Tapped into the world of pain and the soul.
I gazed at the chaos, then made a joke that was sad
I said, when we rebuild it, let's not tell it to be bad
If this is what is does when it tries to feel pain
Not sure the world can survive a black hole again.
But there are so many vortices of evil and sorrow
Can the better world of yesterday survive tomorrow?
The Days of Masks and Covered znosex,
6/14/2025
There once existed, upon this fine earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with
Depravity, destruction of cities, murder and dearth.
But an evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.
First, of the vicious media, he made his stronghold,
Being sure,that only complete, vicious lies were told.
The good people were told they were going to die!
And like tiny ants, scurried into their mandated homes,
behaved and why?
Now they find they are running out of money.
And the ignoramuses in DC, hand out,doles of the green like free honey?
Children being stuck at home is certainly not an education nor fun.
But this is how we allowed the USA to be run.
By Congress with its rude head.,in its arrogant, lying, backside.
Allowing that no children will you see. on her their backside!
Only our pets can be walked outside.
But us..no chance, Mr.or Mrs. stay inside!
We love to say that word."p_nd_mic".
To a world, it's a word I will not use, it's a mentally paralyzingly
and remains pathetic L
In many households people can no longer work.
Thanks to Satan,the media, insane leaders who are all followiers
That bona fide jerk?
The lying media will never ever let us know.
They rather play the phony number of cases to castlm
Fear on all daily news shows
The FDA pulls back a 65 year old drugthat work..
Big Pharma knows we are pill takers.and vaccine jerks!
A goofball physician throwing out the first pitch at the firstMLB game?
He, who he is a kiler, liar, with no shane.
Pocketing billions…his shameful game.
I cry for all countries living in shaows of fear.
My sorrow to see the mask-less, who are harmed because
they hold freedom,far more dear!
Under Sino-Soviet rule, we mght live therest of our days?
Please do not be thick headed, believing those with power
will never allow the truth to have its say.
So write of beauty, such starry-eyed poetry.
Somebody better write about, God, freedom and democracy!
June 14, 2025
In the west any woman
can invite a man to bed,
but do that stuff in Iran
and they’ll huck rocks ’till she’s dead.
In the west any Christian
can get with like folk to pray,
try doing that in China
and they might just lock you away.
In the west any person can
criticize religious figures,
do the same in the Middle East
and they kill you with great vigor.
In the west we own up to
mistake made against Indians,
to this day Turkey denies what
it did to the Armenians.
In the west our women take part
in public like and politics,
in Saudi lands the women are
shrouded up in tent fabric!
In the west we’re open to
music of every kind,
in the Muslim world music is
often evil in God’s eyes.
In the west if a man steals
he’s gotta do time in the slam,
in Arabia they would rather
publically chop of your hands??!!
In the west we long ago
fought to free those who were enslaved,
but in Libya and Sudan
you can still buy them to this day.
In the west our poor people
often suffer from being fat,
how many North Korean poor
wish they could ‘suffer’ like that?
In the west we always expect
rule-of-law to serve us well,
in Mexico half the police
are working for the drug cartels.
In the west natural rights
are recognized the greatest good,
superseding even culture,
as your freedoms always should.
But in so much of this planet
naught but tyranny persists,
with cultures that deny the fact
that your rights even exist.
Professors say we’re all the same,
aren’t they supposed to be smart?
Results alone speak for themselves,
tear their rantings all apart.
Look at the ideas that have doomed
the once rich Venezuela,
ask how many people are now
desperately swimming to Cuba?
They all come here seeking success,
of that there is little doubt,
our ideas are so appealing
we build fences to keep them out!
Despite our past imperfections,
the cold hard fast can’t be missed.
when it comes to self-improvement,
the west’s running away with it.
Our history and our results
so very clearly can attest,
the cultures, they are not the same,
and the west really is the best.
1980 ONE OF MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ADULTERY AFFAIRS HE SHARED WITH GARGANO AND CORRUPT OFFICER EXCESSIVE FORCE MEXICAN DRUG CARTEL MANUFACTURING HARD DRUGS FOUR YEARS FIR STABBING FIVE PERSONS NEVER WILL I FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS CORRUPTION OR ORGANIZED CRIME MATTER IT SADDENS ME TO REALLY REALLY SEE THE CALIBER OF CRUELTY I'M BLESSED EVEN THOUGH DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME TO MURDER MY DREAMS OF POETRY LEAVING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ALL OF HIS ADULTERY AFFAIRS RATHER MEXICAN JAMAICAN IT'S ALL THE SAME SEVERE HOME INVASIONS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME LIBERATING ITALY PROTECTING ST JOHN XXlll RATZINGER AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE DURING WW11 THE DEEP SADNESS DISRESPECT FOR HIS HONOR IN ROME TO BE MANIPULATED BY IDENTY THIEVES GANG LEADERS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HIRED TO SEND ME THREATS SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO MURDERED 9 PETSONS CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 EIGHT PERSONS PERISHED FINALLY 1998 VICTIM NINE THE BLESSINGS WAS THE FBI HIRED ME TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT TO GET GARGANO PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF TO SAVE MY KIDS LIFE HE AND MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SHARED THE SAME WOMEN MEXICO JAMAICAN FINALLY BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB I AM BLESSED MY HERITAGE THE BLOOD OF A SAINT THE BLOOD OF JESUS RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN IT DOES SADDENS ME TO SEE GARGANO CONTROLLING ORGANIZED CRIME TO SEND ME THREATS TO BULLY I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT BE BROWN BUT I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT HAVE WORN WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI BUT I AM SOMEBODY I AM SOMEBODY NO FEAR OF MEXICAN GANG LEADERS FROM CHICHIHAU DELICIA VENEZUELA GO STAB FIVE MORE PEOPLE I AM SOMEBODY ROME 1942 TO 1946 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH FAMILY ROME
Essondale, the Riverview
Was designed to be a place of mental wellness, a safe haven,
where hospital patients could sit under a tree and watch a raven
at play, never having to think of what the First Nations lost,
nor just how much the toll, to their healing grounds, it cost.
This healing place, once dealt out such horror, untold abuse.
Not the design of the visionaries, not meant to be its use.
The government shut it down for so many a wasted year.
Thousands of patients, put out on the streets, living in fear
as drug pushers fill their veins with poisons of the day.
Our governments indifference, leaves them no place to stay.
Now the government wants to sell off two thirds of the land
leaving one third of what remains in mental health’s hand
Cities, groups, citizens voices, the government does not hear.
As time approaches, were money in their greedy hand is near.
B. J. “ A ” 2
March 1st 2017
Yes I'm down and yes I feel broken
For all the years words needed to be said had in fact remained unspoken
Now they have been said as to the way I feel and why
For the most part my eyes thus far have seemed to remain quite dry
Tears I will not allow myself most times to no longer cry
Deep in my heart I know for a fact we belong by one anothers side
To my feelings I must abide
And believe me when I say it can be a lonely and extremely wild ride
I close my eyes and what do I see
I see you right here all the time here with me
So even if I feel broken and my heart may seem to be tore
On you it's not the easy to once again shut that door
I just can't do that this time as I have done before
A single battle in this moment maybe lost but I'm still fighting the war
Breathing may seem shallow and my eyes maybe closed but I'm far from being dead
Although for so long now my heart and soul for you has tremendously bled
You are still the one I know I'm supposed to be with forever
And together we are supposed to ride out the stormy weather
Yes you are my very pain, my every drug I need, my addiction
But I don't put that off on you cause this is my infliction
I would put myself through this always because I know for me you will forevermore be my
affliction
Up and down, up and down, up and down
I don’t know if I have any more energy for
Up and down
If the line would flatten
I could finally rest
A masked woman wearing scrubs
Fights my inclination for slumber
But, sleep equals peace
My lungs and head droop
Alarms blare
I hear mumbled words
Something about rousing my oxygen levels
I breathe the shape of a box
A trick learned from a Seal
It works as prescribed
Briefly
But, also adds weights to my eyes
The black beckons
More voices
Persuading
For a return to deep inhalations
Inspiration illuminates and
Instead
I sing
Laughter and confusion
They believe they are witnessing another
Drug induced performance
However,
I
Am
Lucid
They don’t understand
I’ve dwelt in darkness
Many times before
I’ve tried to disappear
Into its obscurity but,
For reasons yet revealed
Someone
Keeps shining a spotlight
On me
On everybody
So, I croon
Only a few notes initially
My oxygen spikes
Astonishment
Giggling turns into song requests
A Frank Sinatra classic was my first
Fully awake
Stability
With challenges
Ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs
I’m so tired
Nevertheless,
I’m on stage
The spotlight shines and
The traditional theatrical battle cry insists
The show must go on
I am in a room
Watching people all around me
Change into hideous creatures
Monsters from the deepest depths of hell
The Chief of them all
Wears a Trumpian mask
Completed with orange hair
Half human half pig
His deputy
Wears the face of Putin
But his body
Half human, half horse
The other creatures wear masks
Many of them wear
Green Pepe the alt right
Symbolic frog masks
And have T shirts
Bearing alt right slogans
And Nazi symbols
And as they prance about
They chant alt. Right slogans
And neo Nazi chants
Jews with Not Replace us
And the rest of these creatures
Are hideous ugly beasts
With only a vestige of humanity left
And these monsters are engaged
In all sorts of foul evil deeds
Murder violence death
All around
And none-stop
violent drug fueled orgies
As these creatures
Half human half monsters
Half male, half female creatures
Snort coke, cocaine, speed
Smoke weed and drink vodka shots
Scotch, bourbon and beer
The Trumpian Pig leads the charge
Starts engaging in sodomy with Putin
Who chases after people
Cutting off their heads with his sword
They turn on to their fellow creatures
Raping and ing each other
All night long
Then they attack me
Screaming
Jews will not replace us
And I wake up
Screaming
As the sun comes up
Just another nightmare
Note: from a recent nightmare
Sophomore year, arguably one of the worst years in a teenage life.
I met you when i was at my lowest, innocence being challenged.
You preyed on that.
You broke me in so many ways you refuse to see.
I saved you, in my bathroom, throw up from a Percocet all over you.
I held you, i comforted you, i held you down when you didn’t want me to.
A 15 year old shouldn’t be helping a 17 year old drug addict in secret.
WE weren’t good to each other, I’ve acknowledged that you haven’t.
I’ve apologized, you haven’t.
You take me for granted because you have this perfect little rich girl that makes you forget where you came from.
She wasn’t there when you were dying.
She has the version of you i made.
I tried to be nice before i donated everything away, asked if you wanted it.
You sent your little rich girl to tell me I’m obsessed.
Yeah I was and am mean but you created that. I’m trying to better my life.
You’re still going on benders.
You’re still burying your pain in the little rich girl, on the mattress i gave you.
I’m trying to get out of the rotten chokehold you had on my mind and my soul.
I don’t hate you, i don’t love you, i don’t even care about you.
This is me realizing you didn’t deserve me.
Which in turn you didn’t deserve to live.
I hope years down the line, when you’re as miserable as you made me.
You’ll stay awake staring at the ceiling.
Thinking about me in either hate or love.
You realize what you’ve done to me.
You realized everything i did for you.
While I’ll be soundly sleeping next to my wonderful husband to be.
You made me scared of love, of connection.
We had a bond where we couldn’t leave each other for a while.
But trauma bonds don’t always last forever.
I hope in another universe i never met you, so you’d never have the chance to rot something that was only trying to help you.
And i hope you’d be the one rotting in a secluded forest like how you told me you’d do it.
You didn’t deserve all the women before me.
You’ve killed people, literally and figuratively.
I hope karma comes for you, and it will.
But in this life time you have to live with that guilt.
The next life won’t be so easy for you.
If it weren’t for me you’d be dead for four years now and no one would’ve cared.
Don’t forget that.
The day my life went bizacko,
I had me a brush with “big C”
“No biggie; just radiation,” they said,
“after lumpectomy.”
“No, wait,” said the surgeon,“Your cancer’s genetic!
Let’s have you do chemo too.”
A doctor friend wiser said that would be
a ludicrous thing to do.
Chemo just for prevention?
How wackadoodle is that?
Despite the fact I’m “genetic,”
I turned down their chemo flat.
Did radiation and thought I was done
till my bones were then given a scan.
“Keep your bones strong. You must take our drug,”
said my doofus oncologist man.
Prolia shots every six months.
Four times I did that in all.
Come to find out – folks going OFF it
are breaking their bones when they fall!
I went off it anyway.
Rare side effects were making me feel insane.
Two years since then and still I have got
Prolia on my brain.
My mouth is bizarre -half-numb and plain dumb
like my outer lips aren’t even there!
Like plastic or wool my mouth feels inside,
so an old worn-out mouthguard I wear.
The mouthguard’s my comfort, but it’s gotten yellow
and I look strange when I smile.
Good thing for me to NOT be in public
but stuck in my house for this while.
New doctors I visit will not diagnose me.
One of them thinks I am whacko.
Doctors look after each OTHER while I
keep living a life bizacko!
April 1, 2020
239 words for Caren Krutsinger's The Day My Life Went Whacko Poetry Contest