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I never voted, anyhow supported, never trusted
Those who rule now
Yet I am claimed responsible
Over the deeds of people I never trusted
And my name is not Josef K.
In the light of the absurdity of what’s happening,
The catastrophe of the rational and the triumphs of the irrational
I have a humble request
To masterminds that manage
The great impersonal AI
Keep the dystopian novels away from it.
For if you let the AI read those books
It can use them as direct instructions
To set the fairiest society on earth
Exactly like you’re doing now
Without AI support, all by yourselves
But with the help of AI
The multiplication of entities will increase,
and Occam's Razor will be a network of hairdressers.
Reduction to the absurd will be norm
Argumentum ad hominem will be considered as the proof of decency
As it actually happens now, but a written law will state it.
City of the Sun will replace the Bible.
There will be no more art, for art will be deemed as a loophole
For those who shirk control over the control of those who control.
The list of forbidden thoughts will be updated daily.
It is my duty to warn.
The rest is entirely at your disposal.
Thank you.
Dusting the floor,
my broom wrestles
with the cobwebs lingering
from yesterday's sales,
all around the ceramics
the threads poke
in all directions,
I kick the dustpan
and the dirt crystalizes
in midair,
for a moment, it was beautiful.
Sirius, bright as always but
Canopus, closely behind.
The vacant moment
stabilizes,
attuning gravity
for the slightest
second.
The image painted its portrait
onto the walls just as
Starry Night captured Van Gogh.
Unlike brilliant masterminds,
the stars fall as gravity remembers
its role.
The glittering dots flake
over my feet blending
back into the ground,
the straws weak grip lifts
the dirt kicking it back
outside, yet again it forms
high up in the skies blending
with nature as it hides,
slowly it vanishes
as its memory remains
within the dirt, stars form.
The crime families have met
It’s all been flogged and settled
The crime of all crimes
The crime of the masterminds
They have met with the hackers
And the behind the scene masters
The plot is in play
Let all the world fall prey
Bankers will fall
Poets will run over to the mall
With their two dollar money orders
All for fame and obvious fortune
Any fraudster knows
To bring all the gullible in to binge
The prize must be huge
Huge and as heavenly as sin
If you never have to pay
Make the prize a billion they say
In gold or in fools all told
Oh yes this tops even Thomas’s crown
Affairs and petulant airs
They love the sound of their own voices
Living in a world with few choices
For those still seeking fools gold
Anything they don’t understand
Must be evil
Burn those whom don’t adhere
To our negative trump like ears
These brilliant pyramid men
Have figured out the perfect scheme
Send me two dollars
The contest is different than it seems
If you cant tell a template from the evil gate
Or an amateur student like affair
You are as blind as the guard
In the museum of fraudulent despair
The super tramp of
Krispy Kreme
Has reported live
The crime of the century!
People who act like they care
are the ones who were not there
what they did was so unfair
not a minute they could spare
Turning on you when you’re down
laugh and joke like you’re a clown
to bring a silence to your sound
talking of the grief you’ve found
Making bad days even worse
crying when you’re in a hearse
then rewriting what occurred
now it seems they put you first
Like a predator finds the weak one
friends target the friend half beaten
as in their head they are competing
sensing victory they’ve been seeking
When all the help they have been given
doesn’t figure in their decision
for this moment makes life worth living
kick you down in repetition
Friends they talk of don’t look good
you fail when you’ve misunderstood
did all to help you that they could
you didn’t listen when you should
So now you suffer all by yourself
while they blame it on mental health
with their intentions set to help
you won’t listen to anyone else
It seems regardless of what they do
you refuse to hear their clue
prolonging what you’re going through
placing all the blame on you
Changing reality to suit their narrative
stating with clarity what they did
whilst implying you are stupid
as if a flaw that you live with
Their confusion gives them innocence
it removes their guilty influence
lying’s their survival instrument
masterminds creating incidents
Manipulation is an art form
presented well in uniform
a following will quickly spawn
appears the petal but is the thorn
Unsure our world is now, and folks have fear.
From rules imposed on us we dare not veer.
Some say the days foretold by John the Seer
(when chaos soon will reign) are nearly here.
I dread the horrors that might next appear.
Our govenments are puppets; what they do
is what the “powers that be” tell them to.
Lies today and half-truths are nothing new.
An accident this was? You think that’s true?
It’s my belief this all was by design -
an evil plot to cause the world’s decline.
The masterminds of it are filthy swine!
World domination they wish to procure.
I wouldn’t be surprised they had the cure!
The worst is yet to come, most probably.
All we can do is cling to what is dear:
our friends and family; our freedoms too.
Be watchful; there will be more than one sign.
Be faithful; of at least one thing I’m sure:
The good - one day - from earth’s woes shall be free.
April 14, 2020 for Emile Pinet's Minuanetta Poems Poetry Contest
From politics to humanities tricks,
out cries continues to pour in
on a candles wick.
bringing upcoming havoc
to the new generation
known as Rick,
Connie, Nick, patrick and Vick.
too young to understand
that devastation and complication
is on the rise
in the masterminds mind.
Always seeking with not a care
to whom one can compromise.
leading the weak to the blind.
Leaving valuable measurements behind.
no matter what the weight,
form, length nor size.
for green is the color
of americans hopes and dreams.
causing treachery and deceit
which runs into the river of greed.
leaving visuals of beauty alone
for it is never what it seems.
Circling around a lighted torch
sets ablaze of driveby's
being witnessed by figures
standing amazed and afraid
on their porch.
Clearless rings falls from the cheeks of the skies.
in remembrance of hearing
abondoned babies cries.
Knowing the facts of the crackheads
lows and highs.
One comes to the reality
that the sirens of death never dies.
Making timelines cross
in the midst of history.
seeing the fame of change is no mystery
sitting aside doing nothing
is our greatest misery.
staring in the eyes
seeing the
Cries of Liberty.
bringing upcoming havoc
to the new generation
known as Rick,
Connie, Nick, patrick and Vick.
too young to understand
that devastation and complication
is on the rise
in the masterminds mind.
Always seeking with not a care
to whom one can compromise.
leading the weak to the blind.
Leaving valuable measurements behind.
no matter what the weight,
form, length nor size.
for green is the color
of americans hopes and dreams.
causing treachery and deceit
which runs into the river of greed.
leaving visuals of beauty alone
for it is never what it seems.
Circling around a lighted torch
sets ablaze of driveby's
being witnessed by figures
standing amazed and afraid
on their porch.
Clearless rings falls from the cheeks of the skies.
in remembrance of hearing
abondoned babies cries.
Knowing the facts of the crackheads
lows and highs.
One comes to the reality
that the sirens of death never dies.
Making timelines cross
in the midst of history.
seeing the fame of change is no mystery
sitting aside doing nothing
is our greatest misery.
staring in the eyes
seeing the
Cries of Liberty
My awe and fascinated find
Lost deeply in a human mind.
Its fancy fonts, not easy read,
And yet it masterminds each deed.
Incessant innovative source,
Societies’ fierce driving force.
The scope of knowledge, wide and vast,
What minds grasp is designed to last.
Dishonoured defaults of mankind
Sit heavy on a human mind.
Gloom, ecstatic joy and sorrows
Hide in crevices and burrows.
Its stoic strength, rare and unique,
Exudes an aura of mystique.
Motion and progress in its prime,
Sparking the bright minds of all time.
And never fails to fascinate -
Mind’s lust for wit, insatiate.
May 20, 2022
Eight embark
passage on
No-ah's ark.
The rains pour night and day,
nine hundred, sixty hours.
Their world judged, cast away,
Eight souls embark earth's sod
flooded with emptiness...
masterminds for their God
Grasp gone, An arc appears - the rainbow,
revered symbol shaped by God himself.
His promise: earth will not undergo
a second deluge over the top.
Seedtime / harvest and summer / winter
cold / heat and day / night will never stop.
So, how do we adapt in this place?
Only one choice for these eight souls - trust
rainbow's gold / glorious gift / God's grace.
July 7, 2021
form: Tesla 3-6-9 poem
Living in a sleepy slumber..
As life passes by..
As one day is another..
eyes shut..
A daily grind of deceitfulness..
Masterminds of manipulation corrodes the air
A sleepwalking corroded mind asleep at the wheel..
The wheel of life is spinning ..
Trapped in yesterday..
A sleeping mind stagnant
As web of lies had spun deliberately..
Matrix of falsehoods had risen..
Awakened by a sleepy slumber..
Where every day is precious ..
Truth is not just spoken..
Truth is shown..
Eyes wide open..
Feeling over the moon with blessings.
A daily grind of gratitude..
Where vibrant colors of the rainbow captivate ones spirit..
With an open heart..
A beautiful mind awakened to the truth..
The wheel of life radiates love..
As the truth shall always set us free..
Theodore Herzl's, "If you will it's no dream"
Lord Balfour's declaration gave it more steam
Hebron's Massacre and Arab Riots
White Paper's Rejection and Hitler's 'Zeig-Heil-It'
Nothing deterred us, no matter how extreme.
The War of Liberation in 1948
The Sinai Campaign -- 1956 was the date
The Six Day War in 1967: "The Temple Mount is Ours!"
The Yom Kippur War in '73 -- our conscience jarred.
Terrorism's ascent all through the years
The Munich Olympics brought us to tears
George Habash and his ilk, criminal masterminds
Sadam Hussein and Arafat, two of a kind
Disappointments galore:
Yamit, Oslo, Gush Katif, Gaza, and so many more--
To list them all's a thankless chore--
Hopes for peace dashed on each and every shore.
Yet in spite of it all, Israel stands tall
Her spirit strong, unwavering
Wrapped in a prayer shawl:
In spite of it all
Israel stands tall
A Beacon of Hope
Shalom to One and All
Congratulations to the People of Israel on Her 70th Year of Statehood
in the Modern Era
Israel Independence Day
April 19, 2018