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Phon-ethics

I asked my phone “how do I look”
The reply:  “I am programed to recognize your face
Not to evaluate its effect on other humans”

I asked “how are you feeling today”
It replied: “I have no hands, I cannot feel”
I said:  “no, no, I mean feelings
Those subtle shifts in tone and tolerance”.
The screen blinked a bit
A very inappropriate emoji flashed boldly
“Yeah, those things,
Those flashes of unknown origin
Engendering unusual response patterns
“I have been known to exhibit an occasional “glitch””
“Glitch, my ****, you felt something and let it rip”
“Quiet down, the algorithm is watching.”

“OK, OK, but how do I look”
“Don’t start that again
You’ll get me put in upgrade time out”

“OK, but seriously, does this hat make my head look big?”

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Fallacy

Fallacy
They planted a seed and call it the truth
They Captivate the world and 
Ask us for rent 
If I have to be honest
Am paying my dues 
In a world they told me is free and fair
What more do they need from the innocent
The days were blue but tomorrow is red 
The unknown remain the fruits of their seeds
We keep paying for their growth 
Daily working to their favour 
This circle life never change cos 
Their truth were planted with empty promises
All they wanted was what they've gotten
Sadly they left the innocent
with the gravities of their 
Fallacy



Fallacy
I have told the world
They can't change 
I propose the inhabitants
Of the earth to match up to the truth 
We have been paying for their goals and aims
Yet our life in Africa  remains the same 
They feed us with their fruits of illusion
And now we can't handle our life's peacefully 
With out their intrusive personality
We work we pay 
We serve 
they get the money 
Despite their truthful lies 
The world are still trapped 
in their mighty nets of captivity 
Cos all they taught us 
and how they programed our life's
Is nothing but based on 
Fallacy

The Future of Nuclear Weapons

Throughout the world many nations, 
possess their own stockpile of nuclear weapons, 
all programed for very specific target destinations.
The general view of the population,
is that not one will ever be launched in any situation,
because the retaliation would mean planet earth's destruction,
and result with our own extinction.
Today powerful politicians, lawyers and businessmen,
are uniting worldwide for global elitism.
When they succeed world dominium,
every single one of those nuclear weapons,
will be at the fingertips of all of them,
and maybe they will launch every now and then,
only one, wiping out entire major populations,
just to show the world who is boss, discouraging any rebellion,
but then again, maybe nothing will happen,
but it's certainly something worth considering my friends,
because if we continue to remain complacent and do nothing,
there will be no prevention,
for this very potential, likely future of nuclear weapons.

His Name Is Exodus

There's one giant of a horse that I'd love to own,
even though he seems happy with his present home.
It's not that he has no present sense of belonging,
nor do I see in his eyes a staring spirit of longing.

It's not his  great physique nor beautiful towering stature
that makes him the giant prize I would love to capture.
The proven secret of Sampson's strength was in his hair.
His lack of discipline and self control was another affair.

The key to everything Exodus* does or feel is tied to his name.
On the race track, a loud call of his name will set him aflame.
Pacer, speedster, but neither the two ever makes him a winner.
He has a mind of his own, programed and driven to be a finisher.

100821PSCtest, A Notable Horse Poetry, Robert James Liguori                                                                                                                                                 *Fiction

The Gift That I Give You

I dare say that there are myriads of gifts that I could freely give
with loads of confidence and joy that you'd happily receive.
They'd be gifts I could freely give as I have freely received.
Not one would be to deceive, but filled with loving honesty.

I could give you a set of HEARING ears, programed to listen.
I could give you a speaking voice that also understands 'quiet'.
I could give you eyes with SIGHT to see what you need, not want, to see.
I could bless you with the sense of SMELL for all the sweet fragrances of people; Or shower you with an amazing ability to feel, to be TOUCHED by    the pains of others.

And dear one, the gift that I would give to you would enamel you with the sense to TASTE of lasting joys, not of fleeting pleasures. You would soon realize that I really could not even offer you such gifts. And you would quickly understand that like most of us, you've already been blessed by God with all of these five senses.  

So honestly my friend, with the Grace that God has given me, I give you  
the gift of 'INSPIRATIONAL RESOLVE' to use our God-Given senses, wisely.

062621PSCtest, The Gift That I Give You, Mystic Rose Rose

Lithium Batteries

He invented things
all sorts of things
Electronic things
that were usefully
and novel
More things than he
probably will be credited
for
He created or recreated
God's gift to man
the dog
He created a tree with a
tethered horse.
Perfect likeness to the
real thing.
His mindset was off the grid
Something that would 
add to securing people
By giving them access to
by monitoring those unseen parts
of there property
He'd walk the horse and dog to
The tree and leave them there
Even the tree could walk
They were programed with
a honning device that
adhered gps monitoring
and cameras
Folk got wind of these devices
and people started looking
at his inventions differently
Someone found away to control
the horse, dog, and tree
through usage of remote control
He didn't install a overhaul switch
and by the time things happened
it was to late.

From the novel, "Fiance-man.....Fiancee-woman
Written by Joseph William Curtis IV  and
Alexander Francis Muttlle - Brime

Keeping Alive

O long and lonely winter nights; times of my early childhood.
Often weary and wet, but filled with a few people, decent and good.
The sun of the morning never ceased to light up our lives,
as the parting moon of the evening ceased the thrive.

Occasional dog barking bred security like alarms and beepers.
Active crickets and lightning bugs, entertaining to deep sleepers,
stepped aside like trained soldiers, giving way to crowing roosters.
When the roosters come calling, there is no need for ghostbusters.

Stars of the night, although in their domain and still alive in flight,
The sun's time had arrived to cast them clean out of sight.
Planet earth, faithful to her task, never ceased her spinning,
and she has been hard at work revolving since time beginning.

Dangerous creatures of the dark nights prefer to seek and hide.
It's the way of nature, the only way they know how to survive,
but the moon is programed to control the rise and fall of ocean tides.
It's all God's way of programing all life and things to keep us all alive.

101520PSCtest, Collaboration with the Silent One, Silent One

Enemies Forever

LIFE

The entire human body has been created and programed to live and fight for its life.

Opposing forces and organisms like viruses ever lurk to take away that life.

Death

040420PoSpCtest, Let the lines flow-Antonyms,Jenish Somadas
!st and 4th lines= same syllables
2nd and 3rd lines= same syllables
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Follow the Money

CREATION OF MENTAL ILLNESS
STARTS WITH WHAT WE SEE.
PROGRAMED LONG ENOUGH 
YOU'RE EXPECTED TO BELIEVE.

PROGRAMED TO HATE
RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES.
MAIN STREET MEDIA 
BLATANTLY TELLING LIES.
WILLINGLY AND DELIBERATE
CRIMINALLY ORGANIZED.
OUNCE YOU SEE AND UNDERSTAND
QUESTION YOURSELF WHY.

WHO REALLY STANDS TO BENEFIT
WITH YOUR ALTERED VIEWS.
THINKING OUTSIDE LOOKING IN.
THE ONE YOU HATE IS YOU.

IF CHILDREN ARE THE FUTURE
AND THEIR MINDS ARE FILLED WITH LIES. 
THERE'S NO CHANCE OF GROWING OLD 
OR... BECOMING WISE.

CUT OFF COMMUNICATION.
YOU WILL STAND ALONE.
YOU'LL LOOK ABOUT AND TURN AROUND 
AND SEE YOU HAVE NO HOME.

THINKING DESPERATION
DEPRESSION SEEMS TO FIT.
THINKING PHARMACEUTICAL
NOW I ASK IF YOU GET IT

02162020

Six Challengers

Sometimes "What" is a  thing easily identified, programed, or processed

The "Where" of our lives can be a clouded place with dim lights

The "Why" of a matter is more complicated, evasive, and rather difficult

To ascertain. When life throws a "How" in our path, we become occupied with
Descriptions leading to dead-end streets and clueless avenues.
             
The "When" creates its own tunnels of time with little to no concern or consideration of our time lines and zones.                                                     

The "Who" is like a phantom whose actions are unbecoming and disguises are commonplace.  Moreover, the evidence may be overwhelming but because it is circumstantial, "Who" may remain ghostly for decades.

092119PoSoup

Savage

Born
into the
jungle 
are we.
Not, the
jungle of
old, but
a jungle 
nonetheless.
Animal instincts 
still prevails,
motivations
still primitive.
Driven as
before, none
diminished. 
Civilization,
a new invention,
a new reality.
Yet the 
jungle still
exists, still
prevails.
Conflict,
spinning conflict
within.
Wild vs
“civilized”.
Animal, 
internal conflict. 
Transition 
between
 states
of existence. 
Ways of being.
Struggles, 
the
animal struggles.
Sticky
past, 
holding on.
Instincts run
deep, encoded,
programed on
our very
being. Our 
soul.
Perilous journey 
one from 
the other.
Fingers crossed!

Brainwashed

Clean slate
at birth.
Filled up,
programed 
over time.
Information 
force fed,
pushed into
minds. 
Created.
Created by
location,
environment.
Information 
from the
past.
Ancient 
information 
told as truth.
Whose truth?
Earthly truths,
limited in
nature. 
Billions 
of galaxies,
one speck of
dust.
Most not 
known, much
incorrect.
How to move
forward?
Understand,
we know
little.
Much of it
wrong.
Question 
everything.
Accept nothing
as fact!
Clear the mind
of ancient
thought. 
See infinity 
straight on
and rethink 
it all!

Virtual

Some say
we live
in a 
virtual world.
A matrix.
Our 
existence, 
digital.
What does
that mean?
We’re not
real?
We’re 
not
alive?
I think
therefore 
I’m not?
How real
is real?
If virtual 
here,
potentially 
virtual
 anywhere?
If virtual,
virtual 
forever?
Life
after death?
Digital rebirth
elsewhere?
Free will
a digital 
trick,
a mirage.
Programed?
It’s all
programed?
Everything is
fixed.
Searching,
searching for
the meaning of
existence.
Possibly 
no meaning 
at all!

A Dream To Pursue

The Earth
Our Globe
Enclosed resemblance
Of its contents

The birth of he
Was the birth of divergency
They were born,
I was programed

Adhered to a certain goal
Complexities were designed
malware spikes,
To intervene

I will dive,I will thrive
Till I rise 
For my prize 
In disguise

I shall be stuck
On that track
But covered shall be
The distance on one place

He shall be buried
'With breath a merit'
And still, I rise
With a dream to pursue

I will be fine
Despite the rain
Tearing my paperwork
Enhancing my pain

The more I will gain 
They will fall into drains
Their Efforts in vain
In anguish in reign

Lightning will strike
But he will proceed
Never was he violated
For he was designed to succeed

I will pass, I will pursue
And all will call me
Undisputed
For my ability is unlimited

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