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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 see the smiles all over your face and something is telling me that you have found a new date, what could be so revealing when a new year’s resolution throws you all over the place, you walk by in a hurry with a pleasing personality and there is something so different about you it is as if your long-awaited dreams have come through.
Your spirit is bold, your steps are firm, and you are ready to take on the world. I can’t tell if it’s real because I am viewing it from the side of my computer screen.
Some things look larger than life and what you see on the screen can be very deceiving. I can put on an eye glass on your face, and I can change the color of your race, I can make you look younger and make you look stronger with the technology in my fingers.
I can see your smile evoking pity with the divine and there is something different about you that cause everyone to click when you start a conversation, you have that mesmerizing voice, baked in the spirit of manipulation and if you asked for a wish, I would tell you that you already have it in your dish.
There is something that is different about you that cause me to think, It is the way you maneuver your body when you stand at the kitchen sink, the brief flash back moment you had holding the umbrella and standing next to the natural juice vendor at the street corner.
I kept seeing that image everyday with you holding the mug on the StreetSide and the rats running around in the bushes and the dogs barking in the streets. You can lip sing in South Africa and your voice can be heard all the way in America, you can shout from the back bushes with the same voice and the sound can come out from someone else’s mouth, let the ventriloquist tell you what it is all about, some voices are deceiving not everyone can sing the amazing grace hymn.
More than a century ago when civilization was just getting out, men of valor walked upon the face of the earth searching for an answer; they got it quite alright, but they had to put up a long vicious fight and then they walk around the bewildering town scattering garbage all around trampling the dignity of the city to the ground and the earth began to shake.
I can see the smile on your face, it’s as if you are holding up the entire human race; your heart is big, your spirit is bold but deep down the wounds are festering in your soul.
My life as a spiritual seeker
I am a bless child, A spiritual seeker, I live my life with gratitude and appreciation for humanity, all manner of life is precious.
I embrace the good, bad and ugly that is part of being human, we are all capable of doing evil things, the creator gave us free will to make a choice, on which path that we will follow. Everyday I make a conscious choice to take full responsibility for my words and actions, stop look and listen moving forward with the truth and the courage of my convictions, with love and services for my fellow man and woman.
We are all on a spiritual journey, to find our true selves which leads us to the creator and our spiritual community.
A spiritual seeker is known by their sweet words and their telling of the truth, which is an offence to those who do not want to hear it, followed by their good deeds, virtues and services to others.
Beware of the person who's sweet words blind you to their greed and dangerous corrupt deeds.
The human race has lost its way, we have become computerized, bionictized and metatized.
We do not connect with one another in a spiritual or human way any more
We are losing our ability to think for ourselves with our conscious mind
We are out of balance with the creator, but by the grace of the creator and spiritual seekers world wide sending out prayers every second that humanity and this planet survives.
A spiritual seeker embraces all persons beliefs, knowing that love is the common goal, there is but one creator, who created all things and love is the key.
I have had the privilege and honour on my life's journey to sit at the feet of Sathia Sai Baba, in his ashram in India, spent time in the Canadian mountains with a native Shaman, time in the jungles of Costa Rica with a native Shaman my greatest joy was spending many years in the company of my good friend His Eminence Abuna Yesehaq Mandefro, Archbishop of the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Church, in the western hemisphere and South Africa, everyone of these spiritual teachers that I have traveled to came to me in recurring dreams over several months and years, before I found the courage to go and seek them, not one of them tried to convert me to their beliefs, they all welcomed me as a child of God.
I do not go any place unless the spirit guides to that place or person
I am a spiritual seeker
Don't civilise me
Have you ever seen
The ants war?
Have you not notice
How they match in
On same Line
together as they
Build shelter for each other
Oh you don't see the bigger
Ants help more
As much as the little ants supports'
It's great
all to one just
Oh is a same to all
Human race that
As little as ants are
They Could be this united
As we human war
Oh what a shame
Oh don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed
Civilise yourself before
You civilise another
Don't civilise me
Is a disgrace that we
War with one another
Oh man you say you
Know it all
yet you cant educate your
Mind to understand that humanity
Is failing while justice is on exile
Your ignorance can't let you see
That so many is short cut from
Life because they are called poor
Here I wonder what makes one poor
Oh look around
Hope you will see the real situation
For civilisation mean no good
To Africa as much as it make no
Sense to me
Oh don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed
Civilise your self
Before you civilise me
Don't civilise me
The men on black
Chase us without no
Crime as they take away
The little the poor earn
Our leaders are too busy on
Conference meetings abroad
All in the name of growth
Yet same growth is ignored
In Africa
Why will I accept your civilisation
When it serve no good
I thought is better to live
By example like I never see none
From the men on the hills
Just for few
So let me live
As I love nature
Don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed
Civilise your self
Before you civilise me
Don't civilise me
Colony did Africa no good
Civilisation of Africa looks
Like a scam oh reality says so
If not check out the real situation
I don't take no civilisation
For if civilisation is what it is
Then what is the use of it
Nation fight against nation
Empire overthrown another empire
Like one fall just for another to rise
It keep going on and on till now
Like today is more in trends and
Life styles
Oh no
The only civilisation I know is
Spirituality
The knowledge of the universe
To serve humanity to it best
Apart from this
Man keep your civilisation
For I rather follow the ants
Than follow your civilisation
Don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed
Civilised yourself before
You civilised me
Let's take the world as it began. First, there
was Earth, animals, and then man. Let's finish
this case: then came the human race--people of
the human face. Where did all these human laws
come from? They came from them who are us,
along with fun.
Then came sex to complete the human deck,
given to life to promote more of it. Sex is not
only a physical thing. Sex is a feeling that's in
every human being.
Be you straight or gay, sex is as real as night,
love and day. There was a time when the same
sex made love under the heavenly stars above.
This was before the laws of man; it happened
over and over again. And, of course, there
was sex between man and woman or wife.
Who made the laws of what's wrong and what's
right? What was the issue what was the fight? If it
was right then, then why is it not right now? Laws
were made by who where, when, why, and how?
Okay, no answer needed for that. Let's go to where
it's really at.
The ***** gives life and gives love; it was given to man
from God above. Well man needs love, like woman too.
Maybe that's what the ***** was made to do. This may
knock you on the floor. Perhaps the ***** is the key that
opens the locks to love's door. Perhaps some men can't
feel love before it is felt. Just think about that to yourself.
And maybe the same goes for woman too, except
they can also make babies too. When this is put into
context;makes one wonder what comes next? Well, the
world seems to lack the love it needs, instead there's
hatred, pain, suffering and greed.
They say God is love and love is God; without that love
the world gets odd. Now, I'm not saying what's right or
what's wrong. I may be asking the question, where has
love gone? Very little of it exists today. Maybe it's because
we have not allowed the other way.
Man is master under the sun; he controls what is and
is not done. But what happens when man has lost himself?
His suffering is felt by everyone else. Now, in the beginning,
there were straight and gay. Why can't it still be the same way?
Some may say the animals in nature don't do that,
but you are not a dog or a cat. Humans are on a higher
plane, animals and man are not the same. Maybe some
men do need love from another. Then it's good if that
love brings a love-starved world together.
My Agoraphobia.
In 1983 you came back into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all I longed for, Was to go out alone.
You caused me pain, you made cry,
I felt so ill, I thought I would die.
From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post.
Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most?
Where exactly does the answer lie?
Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di.
She gave me the will to carry on and fight.
I fought so hard, with all of my might.
The shops in the village seemed so very far away.
If only I could go out, just for one single day.
I tried and tried, the tears, the pain,
It was a battle lose or gain,
I gave it everything, yes everything I had.
It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was very bad.
In 1990, after 7 long years,
A lot of heartache, many, many tears,
I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door,
With each day, I was doing more and more,
But there was still so many things that I couldn’t do alone.
Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone.
I could now walk to the shops, there and back,
get the groceries, take them home, and unpack,
But I still couldn’t get a bus into town on my own,
only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan.
It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain,
Before I could finally travel alone again.
May 2nd 2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town,
It was just like my world had been turned upside down.
HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST,
Finally free to forget the past.
So I decided to do something I had never done before.
I started at college part time, each day I couldn’t wait to get out of the door,
To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race.
Living life at a hectic pace.
Going to college at the age of 53,
Really did do wanders for me.
The computer course was harder than I thought it would be,
but others in the class helped me.
Our tutor was really nice,
Always ready with good advice.
Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around,
With this new freedom I have found.
With a lot of help, from my husband and son,
The battle is over, finally won.
So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past,
Never again will you get me in your grasp.
This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life,
As I wake up each morning I look to the sky, I look all around me, I wonder how, I wonder why? Why is the sky so blue, why is the grass so green? With colors so vivid, are things truly as they seem? I mean, did all this just happen, or is it all part of a plan? When I look at all the big powerful beasts of the world, I wonder, why is everything under fragile man?
Then I listen to people who tell me how to live, and it do sound good, then they make wonder, if they know so much, why are they still stuck in the hood? Now on T.V. and radio, I hear them say, do whatever you feel because there's nothing to life anyway. You live, you die, do whatever you can to get your piece of the pie. But that don't make sense because whatever you do has consequence.
So do live the way of men, or is there a thing called sin, cause life has let us know, that you will reap what you sow. Is that Divine sense, or is it coincidence? You see I've heard the big bang, an explosion in space, it made galaxies, planets and ultimately all life, even the human race. But here's another theory, we come from apes. No, I got the scoop, primordial soup, all life came from some kind of goop, which sounds like poop.
And here's one that makes me leery, string theory. I look at all there theory at it's best, but ins't a theory, just a guess? Science looks good on the surface but if you look deeper, you'll see everything has a purpose. Everything is connected one to another and you can plainly see, we really need each other. Then we could stop all the suffering, and we all know that nothing comes from nothing.
Whether it's a seed and the plant, the egg and the chicken or a baby from a man and his wife, Life Comes From Life. If you want to learn, whether to build something, or even to cook, everything comes with an instruction book. We also come with a book, which we need to read and take heed. So you are not here to flaunt your wealth, look down on people, are to have all fun. There is a purpose, a Divine reason.
You see, this life is just to get us prepped to take the next step. Each time I look into the sky, I don't know what you see, I see, Infinity. So I read my book, which tell me how things are going to end. It even tell me how things began. I want In. So live your life right for this is a must and at the end you will see a Glorious and Divine Purpose.
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Human history is full of trouble because religion has duped the human race and creates a lot of doubles all over the place. If I could turn the clock back in time, I would not change anything, but I would get what is rightfully mine.
If I could go back in time, I would conquer the mountains and build a shopping center in the middle of the tobacco land; I would expand the livestock and plant a gigantic cane field in the back yard.
I would develop the cotton farm and plant a sunflower field on the Lawn and pump cooking oil out of the belly of the beast and drain the color out of the human race and let it cover the entire street.
The color is full of trouble, and it has cast a sticky pigment on the universe and make us believe that the human body is made up of dirt, the British created this religious narrative with Adam and Eve at the center of the stage and the Prophet Mohammed dominating the Muslim race.
The narrative is so strong that it brainwashes every human being upon the barren land; it started from the babe in the womb, and it came to life in the temple of doom.
The scientist explains it and the religion fanatics’ shout about it but have no evidence to prove it. They continue to live a living lie and cast their breads upon the water until the day they die.
The romans started it and the British perfected it and everyone was brainwashed by it and start to believe it. Thanks to the Americans and the new world that rescued the human race from it.
The British is bound in traditions, they have created much of the history books on the land; the color trouble runs through the pages and create conflict among the human races.
Some people never overcome it, they die and go to the grave with it and a new generation is born with the color trouble spread out all over their face.
The stigma is still around and it has dogged some people in the town, color on food, color on face, color on house, color mingling in the dirt, color running on the street, color disrupting my heart beat, you must mix the two troublesome colors and make they stay together and if you think that it is improper let the different conflicting colors meet and let the Devil prowl around the street.
I would never change my color if you gave me a billion dollars. Let my color run all over the street until you accept my heartbeat.
I see the sad color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, all minutes of the day
I see the serious mental and physical damages
That this cancer has done throughout the ages
And is still doing to our beloved human beings
The others treat our People like they are leftover beans
On a petty pet's plate. Our people deserve respect
Fairness, justice, equality, acknowledgement
Compassion, credit and better treatment
Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck
Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted
Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted
At one time, they were hunted and hounded by the system
At other time, hindered and haunted by an organized medium
Created to attack, destroy, burn, ravage and annihilate
To embarrass, marginalize, ridicule, punish and discriminate
I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons
Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, our elderlies
Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons
To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies
Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism
When our people are not hired not for being unqualified
But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified
Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism
All golly minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled
Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race
One human race, one human race, one darn human race.
Their false pride, their fake supremacy, their ignorance is unleveled
And their audacity is incomparable. I see the colors of racism
Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them
Most of the time, I simply cannot elude, evade or escape them
It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms
The bigots easily function like virulent or venomous vipers
That suck out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters
Our lives, Black lives, like other lives, are sacramental and important
And our contributions to the world are significant
I see the ugly and surly color of racism not every other day
But every second of the hour, every minute of the darn day.
Copyright © February 24, 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
My heart is broken.
I am a miserable, lost soul swimming in a world of darkness;
trying to find a piece of myself that has been torn away from me.
I am blinded by emotions.
Unable to regain control of the irrational fantasy world I have built for myself in order to escape a harsh, ironic, and bitter -sweet reality that the rest of you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
I am a shell that was once truly alive.
I have been left empty.
Taken out like trash on a Thursday night.
I was once a person, but I have been destroyed by this cruel thing that is called life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
I have fallen victim to the cruelty of the human race.
I am ashamed by myself, but more so by others.
The truth is much too vicious and vulgar to accept it as what it really is;
A part of this thing you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
It is said that ignorance is bliss.
That explains why the rest of you walk around thinking you are happy.
You are blind to the severity of the truth that surrounds you.
I am not the only one who had created a fantasy world for myself.
The rest of you are just too caught up in your worlds to even realize that another world exists;
The real world.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
Your “God” is nothing more than an illusion;
Created by the twisted minds that came before us as an arrogant joke.
Used for the soul purpose of making you feel better about yourselves and to repent for your so-called “sins”.
Just another part of this thing you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
I’d rather walk around for the rest of my life thinking I know the truth,
when in all actuality there is no such thing.
It is but a figment of my imagination.
A part of my fantasy world.
And this thing that I call truth is extremely different than the thing that you assume is the truth
in this thing you call life.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
There is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I am unable to figure out which one of these applies to me.
Maybe both; maybe neither.
As I said before, ignorance is bliss; and you all couldn’t be happier.
I’d rather die on my feet than live life on my knees.
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