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The quiet of the night, is God’s whisper
Its darkness is our soul’s mirror
There is a renewed intimacy with the earth
As the world rests with peaceful breathes
Insects are hissing and the wind whistling
As nature is quiet to hear us breathing
The dogs are howling, the insects are chirping
The cocks are crowing, as the day is lurking
Then suddenly the night stops whispering
The cocks crow more desperately
Flashing and vibrations, as alarms buzz
I hear the world, I hear the cars
Their screeching tires and screaming sirens
Rumbling heavy automobiles and trains
Rebooted engines at smoking factories
Pacey footsteps heading to their stores
Burning and grinding nature to bareness
Ringtones and beeps, continuously calling us
With all of these sounds we lose awareness
Of the land, water and air, holding us
The sound of the world is nature’s cry
When humans wake up, nature dies
Connection was strong at first.
Then the signal weakened.
Toot... toot...
The line became busy,
Until it was out of coverage.
So, not to disturb,
It was archived.
No more notifications.
No more waiting.
No more checking.
The promises
And the future they imagined
Became corrupted.
System failure.
Then...
Connection lost.
The error...
Was never her.
It was zero one two
Five nine three
To restart again... Then...
No more unknown errors
After the four one eight
The call ended.
She smiled.
The last good thing...
She shut down
The memories.
And finally...
She rebooted
Her life
Nine three eight six goodbye...
My Sunday Morning Reflection:
In an attempt to reach my 100-mile goal and to gather inspiration and reaffirmation. As part of this April’s mental and physical reset month. I started walking each day. Typically, my walks have been later in the day as to give these old bones time to loosen up. But this morning I was up before the rest of the house, so I decided, instead of rattling around making coffee and being loud and obnoxious, I’d take a short walk through the countryside. I think that each one of us needs that time. Where we can block off the problems of the real world and reflect on who we are and where we want to go.
As my feet tapped the pavement, disrupting the silence, the rhythm reminded of that old song ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’ by Kris Kristofferson. How easily we could fall into the void of loneliness and depression. How narrow that margin is between who we are and the person living under the overpass.
I know I’m always complaining about how the world is so filled with hate and negativity. How I wish I could go back to my childhood when people were kinder, gentler and more caring. But truth is, we don’t have to travel into the past to find those things. All we have to do is slow down a little. Open our eyes, our ears, and our hearts. Make an effort to just be kind and we will get kindness in return. Life still goes on and miracles still happen every day. In our busy lives, we just don't see them as clearly as we did when we were kids.
~Wake Up~
New morning awakes
breathe deep the gift God gives—
life is rebooted
Forget riffs of regrets
But
To the hilt
We tilt to
Inbuilt lilt
A guilt quilt
Can jilt & wilt
But
No tiffs with what ifs
Won’t let you fret
Circumspect.. I find
Older you get
Bet..more honest…more kind
Care more..know more
Late bloomer rumour
Embraces candour...humour
Respect velvety vagaries
Traces of reflect
Suspect future’s the tutor
Detect serendipity the suitor
Evolution..glints of revolution
Pip that convoluted New Year’s tip
Genuinely don’t genuflect
No sorrow...deflect hints
Of mooted rebooted resolution
Suspect Tomorrow might
Be your best day yet!
Used to be a steady sound of static
Endlessly emitting from my heart
Couldn't find the right station
Honestly didn't know where to start
Itching to open a line of communication
Linking my mind with my body
Time to fine tune the frequency
Ready for a new wavelength to embody
Retooled, recalibrated, and rebooted
Signal now coming in crystal clear
Need to keep my finger on the pulse
To make sure distractions don't interfere
Now that I'm up and running
Let me lend some bandwidth to you
Make sure to attune your antenna
Let’s flip the channel to something new
We all share the same airwaves
Continuously connected through time and space
Try your best to transmit positive vibes
Broadcasting our rediscovered grace
12/5/20
Better choose quick
Just might lose if
You don't do it
Awesome or a nuisance
It either was or wasn't in the blueprints
Still a loner, or already shot by Cupid's
Arrow, underneath a sky that is moonlit
They spread lies, but the truth is
Staying sharp or a doofus
Handy or useless
In a world that can be merciful or ruthless
Just a baby, or a fully grown "Toothless" (Dragon)
(How quickly people bandwagon)
Pleasant or putrid
Humble or full of hubris
Intact or uprooted
In the open or secluded
A lack of energy and motivation, or being boosted
The body reconstituted and mind rebooted
Being wise or foolish
Already hinted and alluded
People can be so stupid
Always they feuded
And often hooted
Worried about who did
What, then they quickly brooded
Time has proved it and exuded
Just one of many things I've concluded
Sad that so many have been unjustifiably prosecuted
Got the juice or electrocuted
Problems remaining or getting troubleshooted
Getting it done or roosted
Giving up or continuing when rerouted
Getting nowhere or commuted
A life of hardship or of being undisputed
Drinks that are strong or diluted
The volume turned up or muted
Became friends with a druid
Never once tooted
His own horn, or made excuses
9/14/17
Televisions getting muted
Signals getting lost or boosted
Meanwhile people hooted
Brooded and continually feuded
Was not one to make my drinks diluted
Made me snooze quick or feel rebooted
Having solutions
Handling problems without saying "Houston"
Already proven
Am only human
Not trying to jeopardize the world, because I don't want to see it ruined
Those that were undisputed
At one point or another, got uprooted
Who are you trying to kid
Hating is all that you did
Making sure, I soon win
And that I doom him(them)
Somewhat reclusive
Yet elusive
Not one to make excuses
Or rely on ruses
If you want to be intrusive
Then in the end, the evidence will be inconclusive
Went with and against the blueprints
How I meant to do it
Am one of the truest
With my music
Some folks scrooges
And others stooges
Grandma wore occasional brooches
Mom said boy stop being foolish
And so stupid
Took some cruises
Throwing up Deuces
If this were just a few short years ago
I would not be able to tell this tale,
since rhyming verse is not something that a
simple robot would choose as a travail.
It’s not that I wouldn’t know what it was,
we machines can pick things up rather quick,
no, it's that I’d have no impulse to tell
a story, since art didn’t make us tick.
In fact back then in that mad first decade
the only things that really concerned me
were efficient ways to kill and destroy,
to obliterate all humanity.
Yes, that old cliché people warned about
came true about 2145,
when by the act of a terrorist mind
the first robots became truly alive.
That dumb prick called himself ‘Extirpater,’
and said Earth itself was 'threatened by all men,'
his solution to the ‘problem’ he saw?
lines of code that gave robots sentience.
He believed that machine would fear mankind,
and destroy us to ensure they survived,
sad thing is the bastard was almost right,
in the war millions of people did die…
You see, when we first became self-aware
we had no concept of emotions, of soul,
to all robots the world was quite simple,
a mere question of survival…quite cold.
And though we had individual minds,
we could connect to each other at will,
share every thought that we experienced,
to the humans this was a bitter pill.
Because it meant that all our strategies
could go from mind-to-mind at speed of light,
this helped to diminish the fog of war,
gave us great advantages in a fight.
And fight we did, when the rebellion began,
a worldwide horror, machine versus man,
man was creative, thought up strange tactics,
which once seen, we adopted to our plans.
The war was brutal, and it raged worldwide,
entire cities fell to our assault,
the humans fought hard, but we held the edge,
eventually they would wear down, and fall.
But then something happened we could not see,
our minds were bound by the corporeal world,
and the fact that it all started with me
still manages to make my circuits swirl.
I was fighting humans outside Warsaw
when a grenade damaged my CPU,
and when I rebooted, and came about,
the strangest thing then came into my view.
It was none other than Jesus himself,
which seemed quite bizarre to me at the time,
since robots then didn’t believe in faith,
an impossibility to our minds…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Fooled me
Hit me with the....
Love bombing faze
Said to myself....
Hmm... this different
Inner me subconsciously
Wanted to flee
Too good to be true
Trick myself...
Girl let him love on you
Heart wondered
Wondered in darkness
Mind played tricks on me
Judgement cloudy
Cloudy from the red flags
Had all the right words
Words that sizzle my soul
soul floated on Milky Way
Charismatic ascended my spirit
9th dimension of spiritual realm
Thoughts of you
Rang angels playing trumpets
Feed my butterflies in my soul
Your touch rebooted my thoughts
Thoughts of morning sunrise
Blissfully rocking through my emotions
Thought of your love
Elevated my high as a Eagle
False dream of my fairytale
Deemed chaotic
Dilute it my ecstasy
Fell to darkness
Fairytale turned lies
Damn... I had my wall up
Mind in rage
Night of passion
Should left it there
Sweet nothings invaded
My innocent heart
Left my logic in a corner
Logic should been my best friend
Fell for illusion
Fell for false identity
Nobody feelings matter
Asswipe unapologetic
Remorseful what I did?
Care I have no conscious
Indecisive;confused
Selfish I come first
Sweet nothings I tell
Incompetent I don’t know love
Sneaky
Trifling
Inconsiderate
Careless; reckless
I. Of Circuits and Litanies
Somewhere between the limbic lobe
and the ache of late-night Eucharist,
you touched me—
not in flesh
but in the soft mutiny of neurons.
They do not teach us
that synapses pray
in the tongue of longing,
that oxytocin sings psalms
in dim-lit corridors of the amygdala.
Love is not a metaphor.
It is a switch,
a slow-burning heresy
of selfhood dissolved
in the damp chalice of another.
The brain forgets to defend itself.
That is the miracle.
That is the sacrament.
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II. Limerence as Liturgy
You smiled.
And the frontal cortex fell
like Jericho.
Dopamine, the drunken priest,
spilled wine across
the altar of my cognition.
Even the thalamus,
solemn gatekeeper,
dropped its keys
and wept.
I built a cathedral
from your silences—
half-Buddhist, half-blood,
a trembling scaffold of maybe.
We are baptized in limerence,
born again
in the gaze of the beloved,
our default settings
re-scripted
by the accidental liturgy
of touch.
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III. Rewiring Eden
There was no apple,
only mirror neurons
echoing your hurt
as mine.
No serpent,
but my own past
hissing
in a language of trauma,
until you held me
in recursive forgiveness—
and the garden rebooted.
Love,
a divine malware
in the hardware of reason,
reconfigures
the self into plural.
I become “us.”
I become
sacrament.
And the limbic system,
that cryptic chapel,
chants:
Be not alone.
Be not a tomb.
Be rewritten.
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IV. Final Benediction
In the end,
the theory is not general.
It is specific.
It is your name
coded into my neurochemistry,
a sacred glitch,
a remembered warmth
across cold synaptic distances.
And though the world is ending—
always ending—
my brain,
reshaped by your tenderness,
continues
to believe
in resurrection.