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Pierrot Lives In Sorrow

The people surrounding me keep asking “why are you going back and forth uneasily on the empty stage shedding crocodile tears, and telling the stories of negative effects on others, though you are not of a man of faculty who is even able to produce a theory comparable to 'Blind Will of Universe', one of worst hypothesizes a man can think of.

It’s because though, 
when a worldly-minded snob shouts from a podium
“you should have a positive attitude,” while displaying 
his resume proudly with the title that is little-to-do with his personality,
his limited academic background that barely conceals the lack of intelligence, and insignificant accomplishment with somewhat concocted experience hiding his real being and thought, he receives respect from the audience who fascinated by every movement the snob makes in the form of applaud with standing ovation, I was always treated badly from audience, fed only by unwelcome astringent fruits of rejection and drink bitter tasting water sprang from unwanted rotten roots to quench my desire…

And that’s why the course of my reasoning became negative, 
and, as a natural consequence, no matter how often you may say 
to the audience “you ought to be a person of positive attitude,” 
since there are more negative aspects surrounding us than 
the positive elements, and that’s why I was accepted by 
others negatively. More importantly, I was treated negatively 
from others simply because reality goes before me. 

Although positive thinkers boast themselves as if their thoughts are
sound and healthy, by saying that the water in a cup is half full;
negative thinkers sigh with a defected air and say that a cup is 
half empty. However, it doesn’t make any difference how you think, 
men’s thoughts cannot surpass the physical phenomena
and, therefore, a half is a half, no more nor less than a half.  
In the boundary and limit is as such, whether you like it or not,
men have to go on the path of their own destiny.

Then, why does everyone has to have a positive attitude? I suppose, 
that is, not more than a writhe of the men who won’t admit reality 
in desperate agony. That’s the self-gratification of men 
who are not able to face the facts as they are.

[The irony is, nonetheless, man is able to bear and raise a baby 
by an act of self-gratification. It’s amazing, the world is a place 
full of wonders.]
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative


Robert Sherriff Military Robotics

Robert Sherriff 08/07/1954 - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer

The Rising Tide of Cyber Warfare and Military Robotics

Robotics - Ex-Machina In the evolving landscape of modern warfare, cyber warfare and military robotics have emerged as pivotal elements reshaping global conflict dynamics. From covert cyber operations to autonomous drones patrolling warzones, these technologies redefine military strategies and geopolitical alignments. They said it all started at Westworld.

The Role of Cyber

Warfare in Modern Conflicts Cyber Warfare as a Strategic Asset - Inception Cyber warfare has transcended its initial role as a supplementary tactic to become a core component of military strategy. It enables state and non-state actors to achieve strategic objectives without deploying traditional military forces.

Through cyber espionage, denial-of-service attacks, and misinformation campaigns, nations can disrupt adversaries' operations, weaken their economies, and influence political outcomes, often without firing a single shot.

Case Study: Stuxnet or Sky-Net

One of the most notable examples of cyber warfare is the Stuxnet worm, a sophisticated malware that targets Iran's nuclear facilities. This cyber-attack, attributed to the United States and Israel, demonstrated the potential of cyber weapons to inflict physical damage on critical infrastructure, highlighting the strategic value of cyber capabilities in modern conflict.

Implications for Global Conflicts Cyber warfare's asymmetric nature allows smaller nations or groups to challenge superpowers, shifting the balance of power and introducing new uncertainties in international relations. The blurred lines between cyber actions and conventional warfare complicate responses and escalate tensions, increasing the risk of unintended consequences.

The Evolution of Military Robotics and Autonomous Systems - I, Robot
Advancements in Military Robotics The rapid advancement of military robotics, including drones and autonomous vehicles, is transforming the battlefield.

These systems enhance operational efficiency, reduce human casualties, and allow new tactical possibilities. For instance, drones provide real-time intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance (ISR) capabilities, while autonomous ground vehicles support logistics and combat operations.
Form: Elegy

Top Dog On Olympus

Nero the god! I had a dream. 
There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus.
 Mother was with me as usual. 
As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said: 
"Come Nero, here we turn left" But I said: 
"No, mama, 'WE' do not. I'm gonna turn right!"
And that's what I did. She shouted after me: 
"Become emperor, Nero, though you slay me".

 The path led upwards toward the snowy heights, 
past the lush vernal pastures of the lower slopes, 
past vineyards and groves of olive trees,
 through forests of oaks, birches,
 willows, elms, yews and poplars and all  holy trees,
 past the crags where the chamois chewed stunted grass, 
and the last brave wind-blasted pine
 tossed and raged in defiance of the elements, I ascended,
 till there was no other thing under heaven
 but burning, blinding snow, 
a conflagration no less fierce than that which now I see.
 I looked down at the world of men,
 and what should I see but -- ants!
The air was thin and pure - then the prize! 

The summit appeared from behind a cloud-rift.
 Treacherous thoughts welled up from within me:
 "High climbers play with death – 
death by freezing, death that lurks
 in the shadow of a measureless abyss. 
Was I not trespassing on holy ground? ‘
“Remember Icarus, remember Prometheus,"
 sighed voices in the wind,
 but then a louder voice from within me
 bade me fear no counsel fit for the craven.

And so to the summit. 

And what should I see when reached the Olympian heights,’
 other than .....fierce Jupiter? Mighty Zeus? 
I'll tell you what I saw!
 There seated on an ivory throne, a frail old man,
whose long white beard fluttered in the wind. 
His expression was more torpor than aught else. 
That was it! He looked rather like...
 some doddering old patriarch 
that was Consul before Caesar's time.
 As I approached, he tried to look grave and austere,
 pathetically shaking his hoary senile head.
 His trembling hand reached down – 
I saw a quiver full of arrows
 and a pile of thunderbolts at his side.’[
 Now was my chance! 
I seized him by the scruff of the neck, 
and flung him down the mountain-side. 
The last I saw of him was as he reeled
 head over heels into a ravine. 
Then I shouted in triumph to the four winds.

 "THE OLD GOD IS DEAD.
 Now I'm Top Dog. I got de thunderbolts".

Only a dream? 
Perhaps. Dreams pass,
 but not what they portend.

Life Itself

Titanium, 
Strong mental minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, but can't find it.
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.

Strong like gorilla, softer than blue, skys above your head sunny afternoon.
Delicate delight, delicious every bite big appetite appetizer for 2.
July, june, the order doesn’t matter after laughing so hard 3 ribs shatter through.
May I join you?
Actually, I have to go,
I can tell you only see the surface - alligator nose.

Warm hearts and chilly toes, 
mild mannered mannequins minding their own business in business windows, 
hot fashion, eyes froze.

Ah, if you insist, then I suppose
I'll have to take you UP on everything that grows.
We rose from the dirt - with beauty through battles
To win a war where victory is life itself.

The untold story writes itself
And hides from seeing eyes, just like itself
no one can witness when existence, fights itself
Because with death, comes birth, to life itself.

No winners
No losers
No champions
No heroes

...just life

Always adapting
Mutation miracles
Beautiful biology
Complex chemistry
Elegant elements
Unfathomable Universe

Sandbox fun, sandy hands holding ham sandwiches saran wrapped and packed tight tucked beside the ice and pink lemonade.
Sunshine, windy day...so windy the umbrella we brought almost blew away
And found a new place to stay with clouds grey.

Did you remember to think of me?
I forgot to think of you
I was too busy with the feelings I get, being in love with you.

If you only needed one, I’d offer you two,
It’s better to be safe than sorry, and feeling safe is what I want for you.
And if you wanted to, i’d probably want to, too, 
Cause making you smile, is all, I ever want to do.

I’m the worst singer in the world, but here, I wrote a song for you,
Your voice is music to my ears, so this, is long overdue.
Ah-hah ahem - give me a second
Actually on second thought - let love be the orchestra, 
Just read these words whenever your concerned
And the sounds of violin strings will bring you back where your supposed ta.

Hmm...too cheesy? I know, please don’t tease me,
Even my teeth are sensitive, and bright lights make me queasy.

Hey, no worries, let’s grab a quesadilla
Then have a race to see-uh
Who’s the fastest land animal, who invited the cheetah?

Premium Member Time's Shadowy List

Contrary to popular myth, Einstein did NOT reject the existence of Time, but he did reject the differences of its elements, stating that "the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion" ...


TIME ...

Is a phantom with many faces
It drifts, a blotchy mist from our early years
The cognizance of self-awareness like a patchwork quilt
Most memorable moments shining like warm sunlight
Mundane and everyday, a foggy swirl, as we slowly become ... ourselves
Memories splicing together like a movie in our mind ...
We learn and experience, as the images from memory clarify
All flowing like a rill to who and what and where we are
It is an invisible, ghostly yardstick
Chopped up into segments that we build actuality around
An ethereal inchworm, crawling at the pace we allow it
We watch it, breathless, wondering what branch it will take
What it will make or show of the now or then or later
It is beastly wraith that controls and objectifies all we do
We are powerless before it, yet we worship it with our every heartbeat
It is a monster in the dark
A horrid creature under the bed, waiting to grab our ankles
And pull us into the bleak, oily black of oblivion
It dances in the dark of night
Wearing the skin of our hopes, and the mask of our dreams
Laughing at promise like a mad moon laughs at the tides
It is a demon, immutable and brazen
The unchangeable mirror of our mistakes and pains and decisions
Thumbing its nose at our cold conscience
And yet, it is an angel, too
That carries on its wings the brightest of thoughts
The joys and loves and friendships that sustain us
Bright sparkles on the wave tops of what was, treasured and golden
And though we strain with all our might and marrow
We can never touch those many faces
For no sooner have we gazed on its visage than it has turned away
No sooner do we see it approach - smiling, waving, affirming
Than it has flashed by us in a swirl
It is our god and our devil
Our hope and our despair
Our villain and our lover
The keeper of our consciousness, moments and prospects
Our precise measure of what can NEVER be measured
And the universal spirit of existence
That will never, ever ... exist.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Form: List


I Forgot To Think of You

Titanium, 
Strong mental-minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, where can I find it?
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.

Strong like gorilla, softer than blue, skys above your head sunny afternoon
Delicate delight, delicious every bite big appetite appetizer for 2
July, June, the order doesn’t matter after laughing so hard 3 ribs shatter through 
May I join you?
Actually, I have to go
I can tell you only see the surface, alligator nose

Warm hearts and chilly toes, 
mild mannered mannequins minding their own business in business windows, 
hot fashion, eyes froze.

Ah, if you insist, then i suppose
Il have to take you UP on everything that grows
We rose from the dirt - with beauty through battles
To win a war where victory is life itself

The untold story writes itself
And hides from seeing eyes, just like itself
no one can witness when existence, fights itself
Because with death, comes birth, to life itself

No winners
No losers
No champions
No heros

...just life

Always adapting
Mutation miracles
Beautiful biology
Complex chemistry
Elegant elements
Unfathomable Universe

Sandbox fun, sandy hands holding ham sandwiches saran wrapped and packed tight tucked beside the ice and pink lemonade
Sunshine, windy day...so windy the umbrella we brought almost blew away
And found a new place to stay with clouds gray. 

Did you remember to think of me?
I forgot to think of you
I was too busy with the feelings I get, being in love with you.

If you only needed one, I'd offer you two
It’s better to be safe than sorry, and feeling safe is what I want for you
And if you wanted to, I'd probably want to, too, 
Cuz making you smile, is all, I ever want to do

I’m the worst singer in the world, but here, I wrote a song for you
Your voice is music to my ears, so this, is long overdue
Ah-hah ahem - give me a second
Actually, on second thought - let love be the orchestra, 
Just read these words whenever you're concerned
And the sounds of violin strings will bring you back where you're supposed ta

Hmm...too cheesey? I know,  please don’t tease me
Even my teeth are sensitive, and bright lights make me queasy

Hey, no worries, let’s grab a quesadilla
Then have a race to see-uh
Who’s the fastest land animal, who invited the cheetah?

There Is But One Word

Warning - Mature.

Sweet night, a blanket made from scented space - holds this would-be poet in its arms.

Tightly - yet with care.  Caring - yet with passion.  Smiles her heart.  Trembles her dreams.  Hides them silverine in moments indescribable.  Night caresses her spirit with unspoken thoughts, echoing from places foreign to her understanding. 

From time taken by liberties, he waits, stubbled chin resting in broad cupped palm.  He longs for her. Needs in the flame of passion's roar to fly that time long laid in stone.    

Clouds drift.  Days flee.  Eons wreak weather to endless confusion.  Creatures fall within time.  Fossils lie crushed in their past.  Ocean drowns land.  Land erupts from water. Breathing rents the air.  One step.  A second.  Knees buckle.  She waits in her wondering why and what. 

Hidden within cloud where the highest mountains touch the sky, the man sits.  Alone, he is, wrapped in silence.  He groans, wanting.  Weeps.  Prays to the gods, calls to the elements.  Weeps more.  

A sound, gentle, soft said, drifts space.  Man hears.  Wonders.  Frowns.  Understands. Wanting becomes pain.  He groans.  He moans.  He laughs!  Somewhere, she sleeps!   

A rippled breath  gasps my palm,

floats 'tween fingers flexed,

darts space behind my ear, laughs my neck

caressing thoughts I've not yet dreamed..

what language now,

what meanings, what delight,

pray tell? 

you touch me with a hint of
honeyed power -

oh sybarite -
wrap me in heat so high I sizzle in my sleep..
look me.. sheet rushed aside I wait,

I moan, I sigh
to float 'tween fingers formed too much,
intentions still unsure but now.. oh now..   

you lean  forward
closer..
closer..
inhaling deeply..
sensing my gender
sighing -
sighing yet more

until.. 
temptation dared
and passion flared

I soar, I fly,

thereby -

thereby
however perceived
evol becomes reality
turned inside out upon its cap of what you will
emotions motion..

tumble in 
turn and 
turnabout,
spinning words, knitting language into shape..

explorers of such subjects
binding heart to hope and - yes
exotic inamorati all, 
lie bed or floor or chair or shore
let loose that secret word
that spell - that lost civility
from A past where and when

when

one word
once found
once felt
once shared
was is forever..

love
© Emma Green  Create an image from this poem.

Dandling Up and Down Upon the Lap of the Wind Part Number Two Gusto

Yes, our Creator's Love; this always comes and it goes between to good people and or thing, and in and between Him just as each uses this all; to remain faithfully helpful; to this effort of remaining lovesome for Him, and for one another, and for all life; or; possibly not. But oh yes; to share in this effort with a grateful and ever-gracious gusto! 

Yes, fond are these memories running parallel with the truth, but to have loved, just once. Though I would want this again, our Creator in His Goodness, tells me not to worry. His goodness is with all of us on this journey. 

Because my faith is hopeful and honest and so is fate. 

Propitious the rondos' end-bold in their generous concatenation. Yes; frilly whirlwind June bugs caught up all about us flopping around in their daily dallying, teasing, and toying all around and again waylaying around way to way infinitely, have left me rather intrigued.

As the many shimmering Trout billowing up soaring about aloft and afoot each sometimes a foot and a half or two above the waters under the clear skies above us fall back down into the surface to try and catch them as the shadows floundering, and floating around ever gingerly, and ever-swiftly now all aloft within their effort to greet the Sun, and; the Son; cast their jest of all of this effort upon Jamie and me. Yes, and so in their haste to catch a little glips at a meal, out fly fishing under the full moon so bright a part of the glimmering stars with little Jamie now I have faith enough to know, with our Creator being in charge of all our blessings; and luck! One or two maybe three Trout they'll soon be in our buckets tied up hugging the shore there for breakfast. 

But still and yet with no bait. To pick up one, then even several more a floating bug, to tie them up as the bugs themselves I know too now follow after a purpose. Yes, this would be to bring, a sweet, honeysuckle to the Trout; and to be as faithful give to all one a taste as fresh a Love Everlasting. 

To live I would die to uphold them in their prominence, given the opportunity of this challenge. Because if it all is still a challenge for my faith to embrace the elements and apparent facts; knowing that fate always provides another opportunity; my faith is humbled. Because my faith I know today is as honest as what it follows after, now, here and hereafter.
© James Long  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Premium Member Permacultural Panentheism

I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
 
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
 
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
 
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.

We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
 
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
 
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.

Eyecandy

I’m not afraid of rejection 
I’m afraid of the phoenix that will rise from my spine with the threat of treason 
Suppress the flame and walk away 
Use your once tempted fingers to point yourself in the direction of least resistance 
It’s not the road less traveled by, 
It’s the lifeless path, ignored and left to crumble 
And now it’s shapeshifting through a lifetime 
With internal scars and deep holes that desperately need filling 
And if you think I’m talking about a road, than you’re not the brightest bulb in the bunch 
And if you think I mean with asphalt than you’re head is not as sharp as I thought it was 
Waiting for secrets to be spilled 
But you are the secret 
You’re life is just chemicals and I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m afraid of combining the wrong elements of friction 
To where I can’t come back from this reaction 
A perfect pairing like the sun and the snow
Under every step, swam the quicksand 
But we were too blinded by my naivety to know 
Romeo and Juliet had nothing on us 
But we ended even more tragically
And less enigmatically 
I'm in the hunger games for your attention 
And there's ever-changing rules I keep missing that you fail to mention 
And breaking them could lead to my undeserving disqualification 
But I’ve already demoted these thoughts into empty air 
Hoping they’d vanish if I just ignore them
Sometimes you have to pretend your house isn’t haunted 
For the spirits to finally exit 
I’m not afraid of rejection 
I’m afraid of the burning passion I can see in my eyes without a reflection 
I’m terrified of the way I fall for corrupted introspection
And with a burning passion comes a burning question
What would've happened if I went through with it?
I’m not afraid of rejection 
I’m afraid of the avalanche that will bury me if I reclimb this mountain
And looking up from the bottom seems so intimidating 
But a butterfly never worries about what it looks like in the beginning 
I’m so tied down, like a rope around my neck, I’m suspended here by something 
So convoluted, is your mind a black hole or a galaxy? 
If you’re Juliet, than you know who I’d be 
There's lingering passion in my eyes I don't need a reflection to see 
Is it gunpowder or a lack of sugar and water?
You can't be the lighter, I can't be the hairspray 
Just suppress the flame and walk away

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