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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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.

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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Dreamscape

Dream Brain Waves

Original Art Credit: Denise D Art Everyday

Ride the wave

into the isle of duality.

Where man creates

an alternate reality.

Agaricus Bisporus (Mushroom)

based dreams

affect the atmosphere

of canvass.

Psychedelic recluse’s

garlic induced energy

clouds – project stunning

visuals.

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Happy Umbilical Cord Release Day

 

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I was a fetus once

Polaroids

In a 1980’s shoe box

Proof of infancy

A remembrance

Units of parental guidance

Have provided refreshments

As the light is dimmed

Wax-lit-wicks

On top of a moist Betty Crocker

The seance begins

Nursery rhymes

Endorsing happiness

Someone cut the cord on this shindig

I think I’m going to need a drink.

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Birthday repost (It is my birthday and I’ll repost if I want to)

One Percent

One Percent

 

It’s a sad day in Mudville,

the early bird has caught the worm.

A coalition of neck ties strangle

a regime of white collars.

Loafers eagerly seek pennies while

marching on a street made of walls.

You can still hear the echo of the starting gun

as a pig shaped nimbus slowly eats away at

the blue sky.

The American dream.

The few, the proud, the ones immune to the insatiable greed.

Ostracized by jargon of the democratic republic.

Free souls labeled hippies.

Those that would prefer to live among the trees.

Whom value the right of future generations to have fresh air to breath.

The credo:

Lifestyle is freedom.

Corporations who needs ’em.

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Pears-Shake on a holographic Fruit Tree

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A mirror of reflection hosts a pond of lilies.

Jagged rock eroded by time becomes smooth.

The great philosophers stone.

Currents of energy focus the meditation.

The mantra.

The almighty “Om”

Medium of the spirit.

As the Earth rotates,

an endless vibration occurs,

at the rate of constant.

Where are we going?

Someone is showing me the way but I’m not walking.

I have questions that need answers.

I hear voices no one’s talking.

Ticktock clock stops flowing.

Karma lines been broken down.

Kneel before him.

The shaman with no name.

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Questions asked by the fool.

  1. Are the dead grateful now that they have Mr. Garcia?
  2. Should you be Leary of men named Tim offering sugar cubes?
  3. Is it wrong to say “Betelgeuse” three times to gain entrance into the Netherworld?
  4. How about Candyman? (Not a chance…Dude was Scary as #@%$)
  5. If a poet streams his consciousness on a blog and no one reads it does it really exist?

These conundrums were philosophized Thoreaughly by a poet traversing the wilderness.