What is this push for an AI world?
Is it better research or reimagined
Youtube music videos?
Is it better medical diagnostics
Or access to yummy recipes
And shopping suggestions?
Is it better drone or
Propaganda psychological warfare?
It will provide all of that and more,
But its main purpose is to finally
At long last, establish what every government
Has ever dreamed of having;
A complete totalitarian surveillance state.
Everything will be watched, everything noted
Like a great God or Santa in the cloud
Everything will be checked twice
And judged naughty or nice.
Nice will be nice, with all the perks
While naughty will simply cease to be.
Such an ideal world is not cheap or easy
It takes great effort and sacrifice
Freedom after all only matters when it's an option.
In a world of total control
We will all have nothing and be happy
We will all want nothing and be happy
And if you’re at all like me,
We will be nothing and at last be happy.
(9/16/26)
Ever painful?
Oh, yet, but I can breathe
so distasteful.
Oh yet, but I can see
blinded by my fatalities.
All oarts of mortal vessel life
Covered by the one that gives me breathe.
Hush, ever quiet
I am covered and graced
Garnished in Faith
A prodigal son reimagined
I am everpresent soul blessed
Grace
8/7/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The secret to having fun
At any age,
Is mostly found in those who have,
spent time under the sun,
Enough to fire up their imagination,
So, their creative juices can start flowing again.
Fun can be reimagined at any age,
Fun can be reinvented at any age,
So, what are you waiting for . . . !
Dual Rainbows ?? across my skies
A demon screams an angels cries.
Satans soldiers have surrounded the kingdom in the sky.
A spirit is eternal. A spirit can never die
I frequently tune into the universal frequency.
My Eyes closed my mind open I can see things no one else can comprehend or see i am Astro traveling into alternate realms and dimensions to escape my distorted reality.
I now know the worth of my own existence
I now know why I am here.
I won’t stop believing until i stop
Breathing.
I will never give up.
I will never quit.
I will never give in.
Reincarnated, Reimagined,re written, re wired,reinvented, redesigned.
I have worked hard to understand the inner workings of my own mind.
You will never see inside of me you will never hear the voices inside my head.
You keep on walking with the living
I’ll keep on walking with the dead
Written by Adrian Bogdal 18/4/2025
This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by
adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music.
please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form.
I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems
Nothing seems to last
The present now the past
flowers weep faded petals
Like flaking paint or rusty metal
A faint scent lingers
Upon the barren tips of fingers
once blooming in bright color
Now appear quite smothered
My poems have lost their appeal
No longer things seem real
emotions wither
And darkness comes hither
Wilted words whirl in the wind
Until they blow my way again
bereft of beauty
Void of duty
I strive to remain rooted
In a world so polluted
hoping for droplets of love
Droplets from above
After she left the house for realities unknown,
abandoned rooms became discrete spaces
fully occupied by her thoughts.
Buses still stop two doors down,
sparrows hop over the stalks of dead roses.
Road dust carpets, then is windswept away.
Eventually, Girl Guides selling cookies
scrub her address off clipboards.
The mail has begun to forward itself
to nowhere.
The house whispers to passing pedestrians,
It calls to migrant cats, homeless mice,
indigenous tribes of Carpenter Bees.
A face on a billboard is planted in the yard,
prospective buyers enter and leave,
none move in.
Her spirit returns for a while
to inhabit the once lived in.
half-heartedly she wanders
over her own footsteps,
does not stay long.
Her arthritic presence has moved on
to a place, a safehouse for the forgotten,
where grab bars and access ramps
are reimagined and improved.
O familiar stranger tormenting my mind,
Why do you hide behind the veils?
Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ?
Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin?
And cut through my flesh masking your face.
You deny me your identity until my last gasp.
You, a wolf hid as do sheep in my flock.
A camouflaged enemy in plain sight you were,
But vicious was your unforgiving strike.
As I lay in my pool of blood ,
And choke on it , I whisper breathlessly;
Alas, I have met my mortal end.
P.S[A reimagined rendition of Julio Cesar's dying thoughts]
innocence memorialized in candlelight
as we sit and dream in its gleam
of flickering and playful flames
timeless and free flowing
finding each other in the midst of longing
vigilant in the rapture of a touch
reimagined
ritualizing the oneness of our being
connected in the purest form
within the glow of warm light and soft wishes
without the barriers of the tick-tock clock
endlessly - breathlessly
lost in love
I am Seraphim voyaging to descend
Spanning the lake of invisible water
A spindrift of twirls of huffing wind
Falling-in Fall leaves gathered on a rusted altar
Blissing in delicate spirals I bend
Just where the river ends
Exalted and brilliant within intangible halos
I light the world then setting slow
In golden hues I fade then falter
Sublimely reimagined I do delight
To evaporate into the glow of night
Painting the moon with vestiges of the coming day
The moon risen high, over
the burial vault of the sun
to the accompaniment of fireworks
from competing constellations
~ All this, before suppertime
Christmas reimagined by who…
not Horton nor Whoville
but Doctor Who
A bride vanished from altar
Her reception,
hopped up with Santas and a tree
Ornaments’ revolving, lifting,
evolving into bombs
Jitters, not the groom or bride
A network web
of complexity below
the complex
Racnoss wrapping
sweet gifts
not at all nice
10/29/2022
*For those not familiar, Racnoss are Arachnids
COLLECTIONS
so relevant
to
explore
always
unashamedly
unsettling
swirls abound
reimagined
&rendered
figuratively
in
vigorous
scene
with
hints
of
the occasional
amidst
the static
immersive
perhaps holistic
fashioned
as a kind
of
contrast
a
triumph
of
allegory
represented
by
beauty
in energy
by way
of lightness
coinciding
with
the odd
vision
that’s
so precise
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
VIRTUAL RARITIES
techniques
transformed
to
explore
the potentials &
possibilities
of
modelling
the
initiative&
generatively
appropriated &
reimagined
renditions
surrounded
by
iterative complexity
extracted
&
merged
with the
visual
expressing
a mood
static
tangible
& prominent
inn
alternatives
stylised imagery
symbolised
by
the
serene
introspective
distilled
with
uncertainty
marginalised
in
precedents by
conceptual
stereotypes
expressed
in token
proponents
so finely
tuned
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
ENCOUNTERS
Impressionistic
reflections
in the moving light
fields
that emerge
so composed
intuitive
&unshowy
& reimagined
in unsettled fluidity
illuminated
subtly
&different
a wonder
manifested
&most recognisable
with a
shimmering effect
audacity itself
in a
bittersweet
experience
to offer some
consolation
though
untenable
vys for attention
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
UNPERPLEXED
voyages beyond
to places
of merging
recusant & reimagined
more tempting
than acknowledged
transformed
to a constant
so steadfast
in a clandestine
shelter
fascination
doggedly in awe
this unique
capacity
captivates
this sensual
idealised
in a spectacular
citadel
of idealised
uncompromising
modes
of thought
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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