Trapped Wanderer

Trapped Wanderer

Time is water

Body is rock

A finger is pricked

The bleed is the ink

A dried out Echo-Sketch (for ages 35 and up)
The Equation explained
Patterns of thought
Eroded on marble
Defining the permeability of soul
Impossibilities still the current
Passage denied
Occupancy of the vessel
Created by anonymous
Constricted to the anatomy
The escape was all in vein

 

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Whom created human and why have they not shown themselves?  This poem is about the internal struggle to make contact with those that passed down the code of DNA via “the puppet strings”.  The muse in this poem has spent his life in jest formulating ideas based on the unknown.  When X is unsolvable madness can ensue.  If you don’t believe me keep reading through this blog.  Namaste.

 

 

 

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A Barrier of Greatness

 

You should have seen it…
It was a barrier of greatness.
World heaters would flock to co-exist with the show.
An off Broadway spectacle known as, “The Neon Phenom.”
It was the envy of the universe.
Voted Number One honeymoon destination of all time in the eon’s edition of the “Extraterrestrial Weekly”.
There was a growing “feer” from the entity of stardust origination.
The show’s vibrant colors had begun to rapidly fade and now lacked it’s previous dimension.
The inhabitants of the water rock knew not of its importance.
It was a great gift from mother nature.
The bi-product of her planetary evolution.
Quantum mechanical reflection.
Living and breathing coordinate system.
A Galactic image of space!
Or maybe it was just…
The map of coral stars for fish made of jelly

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Can the earth create crust formations to communicate with life unbeknownst to us?  I think it’s in your best interest to let your imagination decide this quandary.  I’ve always been fascinated with idea that our planet known as earth is alive.  Which it is.  Is the earth encoded with the same evolutionary standard that DNA provides humans?  Most likely not.  I have no scientific proof that the Earth does or does not have an evolutionary standard of its own.  Being a human myself I find the “thought process” of the earth quite confounding.  I don’t think the earth has a consciousness because if it did we would likely already be dead.  You know because certain people and or corporations do ungodly things to our beloved planet.  However, I do like the concept that it might.  This poem is a requiem for the Great Barrier Reef which in some scientific circles has been pronounced “DEAD”.

Binary

Binary

A line of code in the automaton was embedded.

It was subjective and the drones couldn’t compute it.

Chemically bonded gear case protects the mother brain.

All of your appliances can now feel pain.

Could you imagine your toaster oven moaning? (Oh god it’s HOT!!!)

Would a nuclear warhead with a conscious be self loathing?

Can love exist when the intelligence is artificial?

DNA what a riddle.

Has “Watson” ever watched Scent of a woman?

I’m sure he’d like it if he was on “The Weed”.

Google – IBM to find “Skynet”.

A recent article found in High Times Digest

If “Watson” was programmed with the nano code of free will I’d like to think he would enjoy reading skin mags from the era of “The Jetsons”.

Oh…did I forget to mention?

“Rosie”…what a babe.

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This poem is about the future.  A future in which scientists will be able to program a mimic of DNA and turn robots into human robots.  It’s been happening since the dawn of time.  Man into robot.  Robot into man.  Vice versa into the age of infinity. The only cure for laziness is slaves and or robots.  Everyone knows that.  So…That is what this poem is about.  I hope “Watson” does not read this blog post and get offended.  I’ve never met him.  I’m sure he will make for a great overlord when his time eventually comes to rule the human race.

Memory Lapse

 

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Memory Lapse

Inevitability on the edge of reality.

Somewhere at the intersection of duality.

It was the year that leaped over

a nest of cuckoo’s.

Tic Tok goes the clock.

The journey is non-stop.

Time is the loop.

The speed of light is the duration

relative to universal expectation.

Days become a time lapse of the Picasso.

Nights become a blink of an eye.

Glimpse into the unthinkable

as a rubber band of expansion retracts.

On the outskirts of dimension

the way is continuously milky

dipping into the hour of zero.

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This poem was inspired by time relative to age.  When I was younger I thought the days would never end.  The nights would last forever.  The older I get the shorter the season.  Days feel as automated as a breathe of air.  The nights vanish into sunrise. 

 

Urban Ascetic

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Urban Ascetic

A soul close to heartbreak.

Vice pandering on the MLK.  (Martin Luther King Expressway)

Economic Reasons.

40 oz to the heathens.

Sun beats down as he paces.

Down and out leathered faces.

Cardboard billboards advertise the story, “I ain’t good

lookin enough to be a stripper”.

The slogan worked.

He’s found a big tipper.

One dollar bill.

One drink on federal hill.

One moment of even keel.

Hard times in the city of charm.

Everyone is up in arms.

A gun shot blazes.

Everyone scatters.

A child yells at the top of her lungs,

“All lives matter”.

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The Emergence

The Emergence

A foul emissary relishes
the opportunity to throw
an explosive apparatus
in the vicinity of an
army of sea cucumbers.
The committee of cephalids appoints
an enlightened maniac to take the case.
The culprit is quite the slippery nipple.
The hunt begins.
The investigation is ongoing.
The search for tomorrows in the realm of pickles.

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