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Nano-bot Incursion
Nanobots began to shape their world in silent numbers
Grew uncountable before the dawn of days
In silence there is no form.
Darkness has no shape on empty landscapes
Black rocks don’t count as objects to odd aliens
Time does not stand still. It stands for nothing in the trenches of creation
Down in the minuscule world of nano-ness abstraction
Going about their business relentlessly
Expanding as they go
Nothing holds back the glow of tenacious ingenuity.
Human metallic rings worn on fingers
Seem to have peculiar effects on nanos actions
For some unknown reason strange things happen at mere contact
Apparently the shape of rings causes aberrant behavior
Perhaps tiny automatons don’t like restrictions
Confined movements to circular rotation
Perplexing them to the monotony of repetition
Around and around the band
Become disoriented as an emergent species
Collide and die
Apparently nano-bots need to expand
Naturally this is all pure speculation
If humans are to merge with them successfully
They must open up the molecules within each cell
Relax the pores above the skin
Allow the alien in
Allow the process to begin
It does not matter if this is a sin or crime
Science and technology must forge forward
That which goes against conventions
Has never stopped the building of reality
Constructing futures is what the nanos do
We are long overdue to break all laws of nature
Allow the nano-bots to do
What they instinctively know how and what to do
Merge with the human brain
Take us to their leader to new horizons
To the next plateau into omnipotence
To stand in numbing silence next to them
Spinning round and round in circles
Humming nano nano under the breath
" A close friend was betrayed by one of the Chiefs
and was tortured to death by being roasted slowly while strung up
high on a tree branch.
His misery was rich.
His name was Red Spirit in English.
I'm very proud of the Roman's achievements in law and architecture.
They were a very strange race,
very hostile & very obedient to a sense of honor which is why they could be so easily manipulated by law.
At that time in particular I specialized in making men into Gods.
Those were good times,
making marble from concrete."
you mention your admiration for the law,
some would say that you are a lawless Being
like a stone that ignores gravity,
a Jew who rejects scripture,
Satan said,
" There are two forms of law, real & unreal, defacto & dejure,
there is color of law and organic law,
natural rights and government codes.
Ultimately there are only two types of law;
jurisprudence designed to control others actions, which presents
consequences for violation and compliance,
and then there exists personal, subjective law,
otherwise known as principle or convictions.
Every man or woman performs according to their principles,
even if choosing to comply with laws foriegn to themselves.
This is how slaves are made,
people in bondage choose to be enslaved,
they accept the domination of another as mans' thought often permits
passion to terrorize, or tantilize judgement.
Law is like a rainbow,
one picks their favorite color following it all the way to the horizon." ,
what about God's law I asked,
historionically He remarked,
" God has His laws and I have mine."
Next I asked, have you ever been in love with a mortal?
" Oh yes, many times, take a look at this."
He handed me a thin, square golden casing
having an arabesque pattern etched on it,
when I touched the item it was as though an ancient sea breeze swept over me ,
He continued, " Open it, thats Tamitha,"
He was eager for me to be eager, I said,
" Shes got a smile similar to yours."
Tamitha was the daughter of a high ranking warrior named Bartos
in a large Germanic tribe
protecting the Rhineland from incursion."
J.A.B.
Twilight Ronin
From day to night, I travel from east to right.
As I travel to the west I look to the sky and wonder what is left inside my vessel.
Am I just a hollow soul, or the embodiment of something more?
As I walk the desolate badlands I wonder is this it? Or is their wonderland?
As the sun eclipses uto twilight I sense the demons inside me, eroding my essence.
As my mentality fades to obscurity, I reign in my polestar with enmity.
With my tanto’s in both hands I cascade, and the hysteria upholds I find myself esoteric.
As I wander as an enigma to my people, I find myself at a pass, am I just moonstruck?
I segment myself into three pieces of macrocosm, mind, body, soul.
As I ravage myself I realize my own reconstruction.
In a revolution of my volition, I rejuvenate my reality with vitality.
As my leisure falls unto rest, I find myself patulous to my ambivalence.
As my ambiguous nature sets into my quintessence, the outcry of my valor overtakes.
Engulfed and inflamed, I embrace my inner inferno, and outlast my hellish hounds.
As I subjugate my own demons I then embark on my incursion to the fiends bastion.
Ultimately they should be skittish, twas not me who turned me into this twas them so down thor knecks i breathe.
~ Benjamin Luke Aguas
Headline News:
Cross the Seas Arrival
Killer Hornets Near
Relentless force of steroid nature
Buffed hornets in out-sized wing chanting
Swarm-buzz of aggression
Predators to hapless honey bees
Poison stings like silver arrows.
Venom shrapnel from combat incursion.
New fodder for Hollywood flick diversion.
Part of a new fear landscape
in pandemic turmoil.
Forest peace destroyers in what
flies, lurches and stings.
Fear in re-jigged planet living cringe.
Media bursts of unending dread.
More psychic danger than real threat?
Time of apocalypse reckoning?
Nothing here to sooth your nerves undone
Even so, in a biblical plague,
shield your eyes,
and run!
Focus on my passion
Oasis in the dark Go ahead
Hear me now As stories might start
Life and love foretell Of celestial dreams
The bluest Incursion of death
From dream to full passion
Standing alone Seeking solace
Peace felt Caressing the eternal
Stare deep into The music beyond
Not such a thing Under a ladder
Tread gently Like nothing before
Hidden Find it all More resilient
What’s worse Worse than the evil shown
Fallen apart Finally away from them
Creature of the night As from the ashes
Depleted I’ve seen nothing new
Heard your voice From the start
Quite a ride Let the dance continue
Darkened streets All that’s seen
Imagine now With more to come
Walking with white butterflies
For a mere ounce Sensing the same
Once viewed different Don’t even try
Only if to direct Dying in the dark
All I See More than just Darkest of dreams
Willing or not Have no choice Calling Hades
Only seeing the dark Fragments of hell
Day finally come Beware the Windigo ~
(Comprised totally of titles of poems written by poet Flipsider)
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I am officially moving out of this house
The rats are taking over its an invasion
I swear one just said "hi"
I am getting out of here
He's looking at me with a lustful eye
Honestly … he just winked at me ...I am not joking he thinks I am into him…I am leaving
I think he's married too because his mate gave me a jealous look.
She's has anger in her eyes ...did that rat just turn up her nose at me...you would think this is her house…this is an incursion
I am getting out of here
They can move in but I’m moving out ....no way I am staying here...did you hear the door closed that's me leaving ...I am out of here
The eggs had been colored
and scattered about
The baskets were hidden
the children to shout…
“Was he here Mom, was he here”
they yell from upstairs
“Come down and find out”
she says—nary a care
Their little feet rush
taking two steps at once
Wide eyes dart all over
playing their hunch
Living and dining rooms
they tear with a fever
No corner is safe
from the incursion of either
“I found it, I found it"
the bigger one said
The smaller one saddened
their heart filled with dread
“The Bunny forgot
there's no candy this year”
From across the big room
the first start of a tear
“The Bunny never forgets”
their mother cried out
"You have to look harder
both inside and out”
As the front door was opened
the little one chimed ...
“Mom, he didn’t forget
— it was here all the time”
(To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)
I sing the praises of Sterilite
(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,
most notably Sauerkraut,
which is fermented white cabbage.
Additionally, "Kraut"
can be a derogatory slang term
for Germans, similar to how "Frogs"
used for the French,
according to The Guardian).
which accolades vocalized
on behalf of a company
whose sturdy products
helped transform the wife
from a potential candidate
of Hoarders buried alive
into a rival for the Odd Couple
neatnik character Felix Unger
though room for improvement
the spouse tries to abide
by the phrase
"a place for everything
and everything in its place"
an idiom that promotes
organization and orderliness,
where maximizing the space
afforded by a one bedroom apartment
here at Highland Manor
taught us the necessity
of maintaining an ever closer approximation
to becoming the reigning queen
of spic and span
affected by the mandates of management
(reinforced by dictates
of urban housing for low income
linkedin to yearly "violations")
toward instilling acquiring
"the model tenant award"
by regular inspections
which if I ruled the world
would include a month of free rent
as an extra incentive
leaving no room
for the likes of Oscar Madison,
which objective becoming
neat and tidy truth be told
finds me relishing living
according to the gospel
of several people offering
decluttering and organization methods
similar to Marie Kondo's KonMari approach,
focusing on simplifying and creating
a more joyful living space.
Some notable figures
include Gretchen Rubin,
known for her
"Outer Order, Inner Calm"
philosophy, and The Home Edit duo,
Clea Shearer and Joanna Teplin,
who emphasize visual organization.
Other methods, like Swedish Death Cleaning
and Peter Walsh's approach,
also offer alternative strategies
for decluttering and organizing one's home.
The eggs had been colored,
all scattered about
The baskets were hidden,
the children now shout…
“Was he here mom, was he here?”
they yell from upstairs
“Come down and find out,”
she says—nary a care
Their little feet rush down,
taking two steps at once
Wide eyes dart all over,
playing their hunch
Living and dining rooms
they tear with a fever
No corner is safe,
from the incursion of either
“I found it, I found it,"
the bigger one said
The smaller one saddened,
their heart filled with dread
“The Bunny forgot,
there's no candy this year”
From across the big room,
the first start of a tear
“The Bunny never forgets,”
their mother cried out
"You have to look harder,
both inside and out”
And as the front door was opened,
the little one chimed...
“Mom, he didn’t forget,
—it was here all the time”
(To My Grandchildren: Easter 2017)
The year has begun with a massive explosion, in Japan it wasn’t a firework, but it looked like an experiment that had gone wrong. It started with a massive 7.6 earthquake that prompted everyone to evacuate, roads burst in two blocking the human path and burying the people in the dark.
An entire town was reduced to rubble, stirring up ancestral trouble. building material fell from the house forming heaps upon heaps, and rusty sheets of zinc scattered in the bushes, those houses must have been built for more than a century, at the slightest tremor of the quake everything fell apart in seconds and not one column was left standing.
And just across the square, a seven Storey building leans gently on the side, it looks like one of the earthquake model buildings that was rocking and rocking in the direction of the quake, but it never gives way.
There was no sign of human life around everyone was evacuated from the town, the supermarkets and business were empty and there were goods on the ground, but no one picked them up because it is forbidden to steal . The owner will come and find them in same way they left them, that is the culture in if Japan.
The predicted tsunami that had countries on high alert never came and everyone had to move to higher grounds before destiny marched into the town, but the miracle had passed and save the town from the strategic lost. It looks like an experiment that could not topple the city at midnight.
And just when I thought it was over the twenty twenty-four rhythm was just about to begin, one airplane coming in from the cold, landing on top of the little one that was bold both collide on the on the runway, one was going out and the other was coming but destiny done both of them in.
It did not spare an hour or a day the incursion happens right away. The passenger evacuates the big plane within ninety seconds, but the coast guard plane had one that was save and a big explosion set both planes ablaze.
That is the twenty twenty-four new year’s rhythm let’s begin!