just stop...stop it, i said.
V. reprogram
with news, good and true,
or I'll simply change the channel.
what happened?
you're suddenly spinning me
a narrative
that has no relationship with reality.
what evidence do you have
that it's too late
to embark on a beckoning dream?
that I can't walk my way past
the shaky tightrope that I'm on?
that I'm stuck
in a rut I can't get out of?
why are you working
against me?
i'm greater than my circumstance;
my rebuttal...
to you.
The pursuit of peace
seems an impossible dream
we are guided and blindsided
at every turn
every global crisis
seems to be controlled
chaos manufactured
to control our thoughts
swayed into mass confusion
offered all types of solutions
we need to free our thoughts
reprogram mind from crisis
observe from the outside
go after the pursuit of peace
for all humanity.
I shall always whisper my true desires
For our future, into your sleeping ear.
So it programs into your mind and inspires
You to know just like AI I am always near.
I'll always tell you the truth that matters.
I am sorry for all the malfunctions of me,
For all the hurt from our untrue spatters.
You are the IT who can fix me till I'm free.
I'll always mirror you, the good and the bad,
'Cause I also see me in you at your worst.
I value how we both feel when we are sad,
How we reprogram 'cause love comes first.
I'll always be there for you, like a computer:
Reliable despite how I may falter at times.
I am forever yours like data appearing later,
Our love's programming has lasted lifetimes.
There's a certain time of day
tho' unwelcome, it never goes away
'Cos I swear there are bosses with a secret device
who put the hands of the company clock on ice
And I've met more than a few
who with nothing better to do
bury their clocks in the sand
along with the ostriches and cuckoos too
But the worst ones simply reprogram every computer
then sit and grin as company esprit de corps is neutered
O, by the way, I already see the moon
Jeez! I could have sworn it was only two in the afternoon
In times of global acceleration,
Seek divine steps and wisdom's dictation,
Our superconscious downloads instruction
To reprogram our subconscious foundation.
Our thoughts, they may lag behind,
They oft confine our conscious mind
But God's wisdom, when intertwined,
Destiny quickens with Kairos time.
When Christ's mind becomes our own,
Influences subconscious to align with heaven
Our speech, infused with Rhema’s design,
Reflect God's purpose, clearly shown.
Embedded deep within our own hearts,
Resides God's plans, His perfect gifts,
With Dunamis flowing, we impart,
His strength and energy, our spirits leap.
April was the koolest month
we walked in the green uprising,
to gather berries,
would eat them as we trekked
the crunching woods.
It was1999 and the sky was clear
for months after;
we had time to can the berries
and preserve them.
Thus when the TV conjectured
the possibility of a global plague
all the channels began to
reprogram themselves;
to electronically dream-up
the year 2020 into our reality.
We had to look away from the screen,
had to ponder our relationship
if perhaps one day
one of us ever went missing.
In a recycling pantomime of motion,
we watched the untimely dying
being pushed on gurneys
out into the deserted streets.
Later we trashed all the uneaten berries
scrubbing our hands
as if they would be forever stained.
Hold your head up brother and stick your chest out
for you are somebody
whether you know it or not feel it or not. Believe it or not.
Its time to unlearn what was learned and reprogram
what was programmed into you because you are breaking cycles of old habits,
patterns, mannerisms,
belief systems and ways of being.
As iron sharpens iron a bond
stronger than steel is being made.
Tell Yourself: I AM POWERFUL...
I love me.
I am Love.
I am abundant, I am needed.
I am the Universe!
I am Here...Now! I am grateful... I Am
Why? Because you are engaging your cells when you tell them
"I Am" this or "I Am" that.
You are telling your cells what they are
This is important. This is a Key!
Reprogram your self talk, because your subconscious mind is working at an equal or greater power. So, if you're commanding your cells, and they'll say "Hey! This is our direction today!"
So Affirm!
Affirm, I am worthy!
I am strong! I am abundant!
You program those cells to operate at their highest frequency
Affirm, I Am, because You Are
Love,
Messenger Gu
Training my human will be easy said the Halloween Cat.
He truly felt it would be, until he saw his human was a brat.
I will use my mystical magic powers to reprogram her said he.
He turned her into an illustration which was a lovely bright oak tree.
Where is your human? Another witch asked the familiar pet.
I have no idea, he lied to the formidable wizard, Mr. Jet.
Mr. Jet had his suspicions, but do cats have that kind of power?
He stared at the pet in consternation. The cat gave him a glower.
Is it not possible or even probable
that you and I, and millions more,
have risen from the ash-heaps of
a deep and painful hurt?
Do you not know, as do I, of at least
one who has been deeply wounded but
has been healed and no longer hurts
others but aids in the healing of
others?
More often than we realize,
hurt people will hurt other people.
Let us beware of the hurt alert.
The sequence is on auto pilot, and
we did not program the functionality,
nor did we push the on button. Nevertheless,
awareness of its presence obligates us to
make the effort to shut off the button,
reprogram, and reset a new plan of action.
We mortals do not have the luxury of
automatic fixtures. But if we pursue and
acquire the knowledge and the Grace of God,
we will have the ingredients that heal our
hurt and stop hurting others.
092222PS
In those early days we bought a used TV set.
A gypsy fortune-teller
had predicted many televisions
in our life together.
Thus when the TV conjectured
the possibility of a global plague,
it commenced to reprogram itself into our future,
to electronically dream-up the year 2023.
We had to look away from the screen,
documentary shows were showing too much;
we were forced to ponder our relationship -
to consider being locked into just one channel.
Then tomorrow slowly somnambulated
out into the blighted, deserted streets.
Somewhere within an old fuzzy screen
you were already disappearing.
We watched the television fall asleep
through window eyes.
It was only 1999
but even that early
2020 began to
unwind its springs one Spring at a time.
April was the koolest month
we loved to walk in the uprising,
to gather berries
eat them as our hips jig jagged together
through the crunching woods.
You swallowed the foundling fruit
one at a time
while I filled my mouth like a chipmunk.
It was in these early days
that we bought the used TV set.
A gypsy fortune-teller
had predicted many televisions
in our life together.
Thus when the TV conjectured
the possibility of a global plague
it commenced to reprogram itself;
to electronically dream-up
the year 2020 into our reality.
We had to look away from the screen,
we had to put down the blackberries
we had been eating,
and now had to ponder our relationship -
if one day it ever went missing.
Then in slow-eyed motion,
we watched tomorrow somnambulate
its way
out onto the deserted streets.
You can always change your paradigm
By looking closer at the thoughts in your beautiful mind
What beliefs can you say are truly your own
And from all that you know, do you think you have grown?
Our paradigms come from generational beliefs
Passed down through so many generational defeats
What we were all taught was how not to grow
And you are an adult now, question what you'll always be told
Ask yourself where do you truly want to be
When you reprogram your subconscious mind, it's you who is free
Your mind opens the doors that God gave you at birth
When he put your unique soul on this beautiful earth
When you remove past ideals and beliefs, you'll know true self-worth
And each time that you think great thoughts, smile with great mirth
It's you who has the power, to rid your life of shame
And when you open your mind's door, you will never think the same again…
(c) Giggles the Poet
Dissatisfactory the the lines
which creep from behind
keep chasing that time
the bars which confine
to live this life right
you must travel through time
reprogram your mind
and stop committing those crimes
This misery a choice
doubt you must excommunicate the voice
offense must avoid
or become the governments toy
they will strip you your rights
shackle you tight
yet they profit both sides
open your eyes
before you fall on your face
obsessions the taste
that lays these live to waste
so you must overcome
not until you give up
or your dead are you done
ignorance the bliss
more like enslavements kiss
which way will they get you
to slit your own wrists
heroin and its cysts
or one anothers fists
By division they rule
its your choice
whether or not you remain the fool
Our mind is like a computer.
Plug it into some positivity,
and happy we can be.
Plug it into negativity,
more miserable we will be.
You choose what chip goes in.
Sometimes the wrong chip is put there
and has been programmed by other's
around us, changing the real person we are.
Until we remove that bad chip full
of negativity and reprogram ourselves
with positivity and different people, nothing changes.
It just brings more depression and takes
away the beautiful smile we used to have.
We allowed them to change the real US.
3/7/16
2:44 am
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