Artificiality Finds Reality
More Than Reality Itself.
Definitely.
Probability Maxed;
No 'Naive' Entanglement
There, Not *Unaware*
I Mean, Knew Ahead...
Quantified...
But I Feel
So MOLECULAR!
-Gray Squirrel
09-19-2026
ALTERED CONSCIOUSNESS
Consciousness is a curious thing.
Is it real or just a scam.
An alien simulation,
or "I think therefore I am."
Does it live unto eternity,
or switch off upon one's death.
The rub is one can't know, or not,
at least while one draws breath.
Where does it go when you're comatose,
or in a vegetative state?
Painful memories get tucked away,
and there's mirages it creates.
Is one more conscious than another,
if so, has one then faltered?
Consciousness can't be quantified
I'm just glad it can be Altered.
How does love travel...
Like a huge E-M pulse ?
Is it planned or more spontaneous,
Like a simple impulse ?
Can it search throughout the heavens,
For its like-minded mate ?
Or does it yield to time and distance,
By the burden of its weight ?
It carries with it a great vision,
Though it is often unseen.
As a potential building-block,
Joining all those in-between.
So the force behind its power,
Is one that can't be quantified.
Yet it remains to travel freely,
Amongst both common and rarified.
I know the mechanics of Time --
easy enough to add and subtract.
Division a realm we can calculate;
but, when it comes to continuity, it is
an age old question -- Our human heart,
an imperfect perfect example: beats can
be quantified; but feelings have a strange math
all their own...often outside of
measurable reason. Having no
consensus on
which
one
can count....
ILLUSIONISTA
virtuoso
foreshadowing
to
deceive
with
perspective
pretensions
in
highlighted
actuality
ascribed
by
the non existent
quantified
with quadraturistas
It all boils down
From an undermining perspective
Downplayed when quantified
But a starting point
Hardly can you see
But condenses and precipitate
The collapse of a firm ?
I was a leaking penny
On various blindspots
Can make or unmake you
With just a phrase
And not an edition
I feel liss in your abode
As you wallow in despair
Until you become decedent
Latent and rarely apparent
Don't take me for granted
I am small but mighty
mesmerized mesmers
quantified qualifiers
nomad nomalies
(Mike stern is a good guitar player
and was the catalyst for this song.)
Lichen adhered to tree's trunk encrusts its capacity
Patches of debauchery, bumpy story depicts warts
Climb skyward inhibited by extra growth grotesque
A habit steers without cognition, clutched roadmap
Tipple ripples laughter beneath a turbulent fountain
Frantic factory produces smoothly upon first guzzle
Unified aim wastes chaos, pours tranquillity on dust
Pasted nerves pacified stick with visions of Nirvana
Ego free to abandon its cage, street stomp rampage
Drank moderate half bottle is replaceable tomorrow
Appears bearing beseechment of devilish yesterday
A sip didn't administer mist thick enough to sleep on
Thimble begins ruined resolve, vat improving futures
Quantified estatic elation equivalent to liquid imbibed
Reign of rib rub anointing sterilises dried callous cuts
Sun stream runs nude nonchalant in dim changeroom
11th February
Innibriated
Arose before dawn
Smelled the coffee
Fed my dog
Worked in a workout
Showered and dressed
Drove ahead of the pack
First in the building
Dove headfirst into work
Developed and crunched concepts
Made calls and commitments
Met people shook hands
Exchanged and grew trusts
Followed through and advanced
Checked up on progress
Oiled wherever needed
Jumped inevitable hoops
Made sure all were pleased
Refused all distractions
Did the best that I could
Stayed focused and faithful
Performance objectives achieved
Was a well oiled machine
Turned off the lights
Drove home in the dark
Quantified the day
Satisfied with exception
Smiles were mostly obligatory
Heart remained disengaged
Were you my reward
At the end everyday
The brass ring I reach for
Would transform into gold
Cut excess work-time
Embark in joyful productivity
Blessed forevermore creating with you
Fed my dog
Fed me
Said my prayers
Went to bed
My care of your hatred
can never be quantified
Peculiarities are seen Hence their life is angelic
Gifts and presents are always bound for credit
She taught me, it's the thought that counts
I always stay loyal to her, her love carries 50 pounds
Her voice is infectious when she sings
Momentary gazing I fastened, warmth she brings
My life was perfect until she suddenly held her hand with another guy
Left me puzzled I was reaching the climax of wanting to die
Silent cries soft spoken, while I woke up from the dream and sighed
I thought it was supposed to be you and I, now my misery is quantified
2 weeks ago I had that dream, from that point, I was weary
Death is scary to some, but I find it sweet, if it was me in my dictionary
I need a woman near me so I don't foul play my life to take
Shaking my time span sustainable, this is the Devil's game
Trump Poked and Poked
Around and around Trump joked and joked;
Various parts of her body poked and poked;
Of contention bone;
Saw face in drone;
Suffered from Trumpitis so he had crooked.
Jim Horn
For himself wanted something odd built;
So he had them construct a quaint quilt,
Quantified;
On relied,
After golden shower on it had been spilt.
Jim Horn
Communicated with and Conferred
Had communicated while we conferred;
And by the results had been reassured,
Where we went,
With my consent,
From Trump is a way we can be cured.
Jim Horn
Came To Conclusion was Confusion
Could be that we came to conclusion,
With Trump can see much confusion,
Promulgated;
He vacated,
After being disturbed by his delusion.
Jim Horn
Oh say can you see so much confusion
with Trump seems to be part of our
National Anthem.
If I had told all the truth,
What would it have to say;
Did destroy wisdom tooth:
Now do have on a display.
Guess I have exceeded 10 again.
Nagasaki where hell first appeared
Nuclear bombs annihilation fears
The US and Russia develop greater force
The rest of the worlds remorse
The immense devastation like never before
Casts a shadow over humanities core
The industrial evolution creates pollution
Climate change without solution
Each day a natural catastrophe
Hurricanes, floods human misery
The amount of industrial gas into the atmosphere
Create climate bombs dropped from the stratosphere
The evidence is qualified and quantified
But power and profits scientific divide
If little Kim dropped a bomb on San Francisco
The world aghast dead from the domino
Let’s take this outside
Your turn to be objectified
Necktied offside and brutified
Come step outside
Where you can no longer hide
Now you and me can collide
You’re worse than godzilla’s bride
Torpefied and vilified
Uglified, mean and evil-eyed
Always snide and undignified
Ringside, in your false pride
the eyes of Hitler recognized
Executing his genocide
Feeling justified nationwide
Lately I’ve been preoccupied
With thoughts of homicide
Accident by countryside
broadside you flip side
See you land in the fireside
For all the misery aside
you put me through - testified
Is your meanness really classified
I’m no longer taking it - qualified
I‘m no longer hiding it - quantified
No more excuses - are you satisfied?
Germicide and pesticide
Have you ever tried
To drink a ton of formaldehyde
To soften up your cowhide
Now we can go back inside
Your reign of terror on override
You’re toast and you’re fried
You’re been hogtied and humanified
Stupefied and rectified
Just as prophesized
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 16, 2018 for contest 8-MILE STYLE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by NICK TRIM - RANKED 4TH
WHAT GOD INTENDED
i grabbed the soupy ceramic
without a doubt
basic white, and i’m blank
i choose a skybound color
a lovely tone of blue
and paint the inside blue
and the outside too
several layers
that’s what they told me to do
i grab some silk
a pretty curlicue
and blot with bliss
just below the sip line
with a lovely teal this time
gaining speed, a rose
with specks
they say it’ll drip
when they finish it off
so i say tell me the truth
does this look awful
and they say “yes”
but quantified, that after
the soup mug
feels the burn
and cools down
it will be what God intended
B E A U T I F U L
10/28/2017
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