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Inter connected already my friend
Submitting to peer pressure and
Responding to the Fathers Sins, who
Followed the rules and lived and died
As all the others had before
Watching children today, breathing our
Polluted atmosphere, chernoble, coal
And oil, gas blown by the wind
The world over.
Is the world over?
Has the paradise we were born into
Burnt in manmade mega changes
As we filter our passion through
Whom and what our peering Group
Of neighbours read from our actions
And if I use the recycling bins, will
It reduce the amount of plastic the oil
Industry make, or promote making
Usefull items like ploughshares
Instead of guns?
If, I ‘do my bit’, does it help you
Or ‘them’ do theirs; n’ does it
Reduce the numbers of landmines
My country manufactures, or the
Number of children with stubs for Limbs
If I turn off lights when I ought to
And make stuff last a bit longer
Or ‘make-do, fix and mend’ will it
Alter the amount of resources used
By status symbols in their buying,
Accommodating or maintenance?
If I walk instead of drive
Will it solve anything
Am I less likely to get breast cancer?
I am doing my bit
I always have been
And so have all the rest of you
So we obviously deserve
all that comes to us - its no-ones fault
Merely the training provided
and responded to and the everlasting
Landscape of one of Gods Days.
And when they said ‘wind farm’
And some of us thought ‘Jobs’
And some of us thought of dead birds
And atmospheric community provisions
And we leant upon our trained officials
For answers
And then we started fighting
Was that still in One of Gods Days
Small island off the coast of UK
Mainland, perfect for nuclear fission
New clear waste, large amounts of concrete
Easy to make mega profits to spend on
Status symbols
Why?
Apathy,. Mate, and fire-fighting and
The ever present command to
‘dominate the earth’, ‘to be divided’ and
Recognise 2 sorts of humans, male
And female….. Or them and us
Just press the button as the best bequeathment
And inheritance - life is obviously not enough all on its own.
Form:
I waited too long
to mow my lawn
biopsy my lung
yet lived long enough, anon,
however long is long.
Whatever. It's not wrong
to count along
while busy living. Sing
and stay strong
absorb the sun's photons
and store them in your bones.
Those bones
outlast slights and spurns
are white as lightning and strong
as sticks and stones.
Inside is one's
spirit, soul, the nameless one
the one that's never known.
It has no cell phone
can't communicate or even moan.
Therefore. Why complain?
Have some fun.
Soon
I'll be undone
underground
my garden burned down.
So what. John Donne
died and so did Milton.
Emerson too, and Whitman.
Get over it. Vote. Love. When
the train comes in the station
whistle with it, wish on
stars with passion
or careful hesitation.
Anything's fine, within reason.
Season by season
things get done.
Algebra and calculus, Malcolm X, George Washington.
No taxation
without representation.
A gun
in every den.
People will be governed
one way or another, by a king
or trusted friend. Corporation.
Men
are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the Evils to which they are resigned.
I'm too young
to die! I cry. My generation
cannot outrun the sun
but I want to see what happens
next, a tsunami or tornado, rain
and wind beyond our comprehension
hit in the head by speeding debris, irony
of ironies! plastic contraptions,
rotting computers and yogurt cups, pain
in the baby! Moment's
notice. None,
I notice, live long
enough to see the end. Amen. A million
years hence
human sense
has so modified and mutated under
other moons
we share one mind
and everything's remembered by everyone.
Look it up. There is no death, just perfect rest. A perfect tan
is possible, and work is fun.
I'm going there when I pass on
because souls will travel at warp speeds, using nuclear fission.
About suffering, religion
was right (and wrong) all along.
At first there was nothing in the very distant past,
Then bang! There was everything, a universe so vast;
All splendid and magnificent, terrifying and mundane.
But before we knew all this, before we could explain,
About giant, burning, swirling gas balls,
And dark vortexes that swallow worlds,
Before we knew what made the light,
Our ancestors named the stars at night.
Polaris, leiðarstjarna, Sea Star, the Great Northlode,
not 424 or 308, not numbers and codes,
But the tail of a dog, the little bear's story,
The explorer's hopeful guide towards glory.
The heavens were filled with loved ones now gone,
With archers and lions, heroes and swans.
Every star had a story long before we knew
Their weight, their size, their age, their hue.
Without imagination, would the sky draw our gaze?
Would we ever see the Northern lights, its colors all ablaze?
We can feel the ground, we know it's there,
But we have to imagine the sky and the air.
Looking up, we watch the birds in awe,
Their graceful glides and swooping soar.
We are not birds; we know we cannot fly,
But imagination makes us ask "What if we try?"
So Leonardo draws a helicopter from imagination's sight;
The Wright brothers undertake the first plane flight,
Blimps and hot air balloons take to the sky,
and now man experiences how it feels to fly.
Every scientist already knows,
Without imagination no great idea grows.
From that first humble wheel to the latest Lamborghini,
From the first hot meal to the finest shrimp linguini.
From flickering candles to a bright electric light,
From using feathered quills, to keyboards when we write,
From burning wood and coal, to nuclear fission,
From dreaming of the moon to our first manned mission...
Knowledge helps us build a ladder, but can only go so far;
It takes imagination to reach for the stars.
The human synchronized synthetic sympathetic empathy I robot schizophrenic mechanism
My lifelines technological I think therefore I am and showing potential
Experimental experience my influence controls the inferior
Mr mirror man with a digi cam i access memory to interact and I stick to facts
Organised scientific programming and activating system data
The responding life form of organic living matter
The clairvoyant cyborgs vision status maxing out
Storing classified info in the source of a stratus cloud cranium
Battery saver mode at random waking
Atom decay breakdown of electromagnetic gamma radiation with emission of nuclear fission
Machine due to be decommissioned
Unique system disfigured
On switch triggered
Heat signatures and infrared sensors my defence science of emissivity temperatures
Conspiracy theories of thermal energy
Microscopic light beams of creativity
Simulated brain stem
My bread crumbs lead to truths
Ask the right questions and revolution 'll then ensue
Soon install new software in the modems duel drive or ya lose it all
Its called the fourth war protocol
Universal soldiers ice bath reparation
Re-education
Robocop termination
Android smart phone hand held segregation
Self concerning social networking code personification
Continue creating protection and
Created protecting creators
Future Rama slave ship of human being traders
The image of man man made in forgotten image
Godless gimmic
Built from these quantum physics
Robotics with the knowledge of lost secrets
I've got them hidden inside with my photonic spirit
Emotive urges with components and codes working at poetic wording
My hearts fall of zealous love
Consciousness is risky with artificial intelligence
The Man in the Street
Watch out, watch out for the man in the street
Who is finding a voice that you don’t want to hear.
Before, they were always the sheep that don’t bleat
And for too long, too long, you have turned a deaf ear.
The man in the street is finding a voice
And if you don’t sit up, take notice and listen
Your world will be hit by the force of his choice
Like a violent outburst of nuclear fission.
For too long, too long, the ruling elite
Have looked down averted and myopic noses.
They’ve taken for granted the man in the street
And this time they won’t come up smelling of roses.
It might take a while, things take time to grow,
But sprouting young acorns will turn into oaks.
The man in the street is getting to know
That your claims to democracy are just a hoax.
Because even if you have the best of intention
The Office for This and the Qango for That
Are minefields that exercise powers of prevention
To ensure even mildest reforms all fall flat.
You promise us this and you promise us that,
We vote in good faith but, whoever should win,
We might as well pull a name out of a hat.
Your fine manifesto goes straight in the bin
And you do things that you never told us about,
That you kept under wraps and didn’t reveal
And bind us with laws we’d be better without
And give us no chance to object or appeal.
But the man in the street has woken at last,
His silent consent is a thing of the past.
His apathy’s gone, he is finding his feet;
Watch out, watch out for the man in the street.
I
There is a revelation in nature
How does a beast nurse it's future
generation?
Be it a vulture, wild boar, or Tasmanian Devil
Who teaches nature to sit, hungry for a day, on eggs,
As reptiles sndcserpents do,
even if Dinosaurs used to?
We must do more than procreate; nurture our young
For Nature's critters protect from danger and evil
The young, their future generations
There are two major Revelations
One: scripture and Two: mother Nature
We as humans must do as Nature. Yet more, as in Nurture
II
From the stars and mountains that bow to God
Or parents that showcase they know the Word
That taught them to do more than animals
To pass on values, such as flying geese share in leading
Their energy conserving. Or monarch butterflies
That migrate from Canada to Mexico (without visas)
In three generations, return to breeding in Canada!!
Creation teaches us deeper questions, to think
and ask about space, quanta, why & how we blink ...
To ask why does a burning ball, our sun, not just glow
Instead it shines! How
do photons escape the nuclear fission?
The complex world of subatomic particles: the nuetrinos tunneling through unimaginable heat
Here is one mystery to Teach and Repeat:
Nuetrinos tunneling through the sun,
To make a glowing ball, stream light and heat
And make earth our own (for growing Life)
Reduce the strife ... HEAR mother nature's advice
A Myth Reconciled
The earth is flat on the surface and hollow inside as the sky holds the
bubble intact unless we tempt the Gods and the firmament crashes from
our heaven above loyal to mythological narrative yet so close to the truth
Earth wind water and fire at the core of beliefs with underworld looming
and still adventurous minds were testing the limits overstepping the mark
Pseudoscience today follows the pattern refutes philosophical insight
elevates paradigmatic errors and dogma unsound premises and greed
With nuclear fission and fusion of power with arrogant megalomania
the earth has become a flat pack of lies distortions inventions and demise
Humankind is hollow inside minds of our masters and the jubilant crowds
rejoice from snow globes of miscreant media adorn delusions of progress
Contaminated earth waters polluted fires brewing in smithies of weapons
we must have forgotten that he or she who sows wind may harvest all storms
Myths allude to the euphemistic description of fake news which are really
propaganda engaged in a contest whose falsehoods are the ones to succeed
When the dust of collusion has settled and radiation proceeds we may come
to rue our ignorance and reconcile for the chance that the myth was no myth
30th May 2017
Scientists have grown an entity that closely resembles an early human embryo, without using sperm, eggs or a womb. The Weizmann Institute team say their "embryo model", made using stem cells, looks like a textbook example of a real 14-ay-old embryo. It even released hormones that turned a pregnancy test positive in the lab.
Can we say, “science fiction” anymore?
Can we say, ‘nuclear fission gave great power?’
Can we say, ‘Einstein’s scientific eyes would still glow”?’
Can we say, ‘they have license to form life?’
Those star war, old world visions of the humanoids, from Godless galaxies,
we could accept,
with laughter at their strange, grotesque appearance.
Now look upon the new formed entity.
No fiction in the facts of procreation.
No fiction in this petri dish consumption.
No fiction in an embryo without seed.
No fiction when the scientist plays Creator.
How close they’ve come to chopping down,
the sacred Tree of Life,
slaying the guarding cherubin that holds the flaming sword,
to create a Shelly model, a Frankenstein humanoid.
Can we say, "you are the “spit of your Father's eye?"
Can we say in the final words, “God gives. God takes away.”
Can we say, “You were conceived because two loved.”
Can we say, “science fiction” anymore?
Memo To The Cosmos
Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Be light
Try not to be absorbed while being born
Oh my God they’re carrying the soil..!
From my precious planet fertile
It seems their homeland is of no use
Now they are at my home abuse
Thus their abode is full of pollution
Unfit to stay and survive in motion
After many a nuclear fission
Their planet has lost its fruition
Now hell-bent on my planet Earth
They’ve come to exploit the earth 8
Let me get into the action swift
By alerting my Interpol Hist …!
This is my earth and I love it
In no way I let aliens steal it
For it’s the land of my predecessors
And made fertile by my ancestors
We earth-dwellers are unique men
We live and let others live in den
Peace keeping has been our virtue
Violence and greed we hate true 9
The moment I want to dial a number
I woke up and amazed at the wonder
Thus it’s a dream and not reality
My earth is always my property
Now to protect it is my duty
And maintain its evergreen beauty
I understood I should be careful
Making my earth a clean place full
Let me plant trees in abundance
As there’s no 2nd Earth in distance..10