Don’t be dismayed at something that goes on forever.
It never happened in the first place —
only a slanting aspect of the constantly reconfigured patterns
nature loves to play on an uncertain sky.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
Youth is not on my side anymore
Dreams yet to load from my analog days
Caught up in the bitrate of life
A legacy model looming
up an exponential curve
Heuristic hallucinations take flight
Missiles of meaning miss their mark.
Upscaled re-runs of the same
Intercepted by inaptitude
Shot down by time
But tools are emerging
Bridging the gap
Between ideas and ability
Sparking a reboot revolution
No longer a sandbox simulation
Overthrowing the government inside
Who said "impossible"
Who said "too late"
Who said "there's no soul"
A stream of X-pectations
Cutting edge stones
used millennia ago
Replaced by cutting edge algorithms
The antidote to my regret
In my reconfigured evolution
Dreams start to render in full HD
Prompting launches that land
Retrospective adeptness
Connection restored
No longer binary Oh, yes
An antidote to regret
A cure for the abyss
I use AI to engineer my life
The way I had always dreamed
One prompt at a time
Or was i just Beta tested
To birth the singularity?
A holographic hoodlum
In a pixilated glitch...
Coined by Nakamoto a bit.
SPICK&SPAN
an outdate view
of the
cold sterile
&
reclusive
an existence
endlessly reconfigured
separated
by
the austere
an alternative
vision
inspired
the concept
influence
unfinished
a conflict
de rigour,
rhythmical
a breakthrough
sparse
but
pristine
immaculate&
sleek
subtle
spiritual
yet remote
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
DISTINCTIVE QUIETUDE
the
pastoral
established &spread
in a
space of solace
a respite &
counterpoint
to
unrest
turmoil
in
reconfigured space
highlighted
outside of time
&
flourish
as a
tender retrospective
where sympathy
alludes to pose
a
sense of tranquillity
in a profiled
panorama
admired
in
a strict narrative
of
elements eliminated
within
the goal of harmony
with
upright
shapes
explicit
emotions realized
&
serenity set
in relief
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Broken
temporary fix with random faces
back track to gather all my pieces
why do won't they fit?
this puzzle cannot be completed
I was not broken but deconstructed
instructions: insert heart here
there! not broken but reconfigured
THEY RECONFIGURED THE FORMULA
BY MAKING IT MORE FOR A TARGETED AUDEINCE.
TARTNESS AND SWEETNESS GO HAND AND HAND.
SOME PEOLE LIKE THEIR SWEETS THAT WAY.
1/2 CUP OF STRAWBERRY LIQUER
1 AND ONE HALF CUPS OF SUGAR
/3 CUP OF PUREED STARWBERRIES
1/2 RASBERRIES PUREED
1/2 INCH OF GINGEROOT PUREED
1 ROAST BEET PUREED
MIX TOGETHER WITH 2 AND A HALF CUP OF
CREAMCHEESE.
1/2 CUP OF PLAIN YOGURT
CUT A POUNDCAKE INTO LENGTH SIZED SLICES (LONGWAY)
MAKING ABOUT SIX SLICES.
USING A ROLLING PIN FLATTEN
PAINT WITH BUTTER ON BOTH SIDES
IN A OVEN TOAST BOTHSIDE OF THE CAKE
RMOVE FROM THE OVEN AND ALLOW TO COOL
SPREAD ON ONESIDE OF EACH PEICE OF CAKE
STACK AND
DUST WITH CONFECTIONARY SUGAR.
SERVE WITH BLACK AND STRAWBERRIES AND WHIPPED CREAM.
If languages were instruments,
English, the language of my own America,
Would be something like a piano.
Each word is clear and sharp-
When we sing, the note does not waver.
But I suppose it's more fair to say that
English is something like an electronic keyboard
With two hundred different modes because English
Has so many different versions,
Adaptations of other instruments,
Emulations, or imitations, however you want
To think of it; there is no accent that cannot
Be reconfigured to be
Played on keys in distinct shades
Of black or white.
Arabic though...
Arabic is more like a violin.
The sound of Arabic
Flies up and down the scale
In deliciously smooth legato,
Stopping to linger on vibrato;
Poignant
Miracle of consciousness re-wired
Beyond the physical plane
De-materialized, reconfigured webbing
Teases my canopy's netting
With no feet, message travels
The Mind of Time
Attracting this resplendent huddle
To make a living
Livelihood's muddled
As yet,
But wait!
Mercury puddles
Promising
energy transacted
A fate never to late
Be among Gospel materialized
Wanting to further glorify heaven
by reaching up to its lofty, great height,
the Romanesque arch was changed with leaven
in mind to further complete a great sight.
Taking away the strength of the curved arch
she could quickly cave under the pressure;
her nave losing form from having gone parch,
stones burying its cargo of treasure.
Finally the pointed arch came to life:
keystone replaced by rib and groin vaulting,
buttresses outside the nave side by side,
all safe inside, pressure at last halting.
The cathedral taller, bringing more light.
A reconfigured symbol of her might.
priority reconfigured
authority
we still considered
caution
manifestation tranquilize
lives
slip through broken hands
stolen
magnified symmetry
infinity
illuminates coercion
vulnerable
pliable all & whatnot
forgot.
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