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Flower dream (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
fuck this world
its beautiful flowers
and self actuating drones
fuck carrying a wizard staff wherever I go
fuck your small imagination that makes you follow someone else’s
fucked up dreams
fuck your indiffference
and fuck you!
English: A dead lemming on a stone in the river Revåa in Norway. Lemmings migrate in large numbers across the landscape, stopping for nobody. When they have to cross a river of some size, some lemmings will die. Every few years so many lemmings die this way that drinking the water from the streams becomes a health hazard to people hiking in the mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire missiles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
What must it be like to have the mind of a death drone. I imagine them as happy little killers so
I wrote a ditty and a poem.
i’m a lil drone bot,
sleek and fast
here is my missile
here is my mast
i’ll put you six feet under
with a blast
you won’t see me coming
and you’ll breathe your last
DRONE POEM
i dreamt i was a happy drone
looking for some unfortunate target
over Yemen or Somalia…
oh so many countries to choose from
i love shooting my hellfire missiles
at the completely unawares
can’t wait to try it out on my home soil
oh well, a drone can dream, can’t it
i’ll have my day
So you see it’s not so bad, that dead child just made a lonely drone’s day!
Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of Venus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Here are some more random thoughts running through the undercurrent of what
is left of my synaptic membraims. If you trail off though you may miss something.
Crumble.
Decay.
teeth falling out one by one
spots showing up in field of vision
but fingers know the way
if not, they find the way
to keep the Spirit smiling
crocuses poking their heads out early
in my imagination
or maybe not MY imagination
hard to tell these days what with
crimes against reality
perpetrated by every 14 year old with an iPhone5
So I have to fill out another paper document for the amusement of the Matrix and
as I ponder this and see this document in going off in transit like the opening credits
of Monty Python’s Flying Circus and wonder what mysterious object the Matrix turns
it into upon its arrival in the Central Processing Unit. Perhaps they just convert it into
a binary string that they pipe into their comedy clubs, if the Matrix has such things.
Her pussy, every time, felt like what Prince Charming Felt in his nads when he
slipped that Glass Slipper on Cinderella’s foot.
that’s why I’ve recorded a li’l video for you to watch
on your ‘puter and think hard about what yer gonna do
with the rest of your life.
now scoot!
it is easy
that we believe in those things
the things we take for granted
they are second nature
but believing in yourself?
why not?
you are the only
everchanging constant in your story
and ups and downs
are part of the ride
so the next time
you get behind the wheel
remember who is driving
Don’t Be Happy… Just Worry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
not just the precipice
we peer over expectantly
waiting
there is peace in the light
but also in the darkness
peace
is where you find it
find yourself
not ruminating
over things that have no matter
nothing
nothing has matter
so why do you worry so?
reading of this poem on SoundCloud
Hump (Photo credit: °Florian)
it is not on command
that you celebrate
except perhaps on Superbowl
and Sundays
you plan
you work
you save
you dream
your little dreams
of Santa suits
and plastic Easter eggs
you decorate
everywhere the Eye can see
even that you do not touch
is decorated by your glance
in sweeping landscapes
and faerie dreams
Wednesdays
you celebrate the Hump
with beers and wings
and lottery, watch a little sports or reality
TV has been reduced to a demigod
and Fridays
you collect less than you are due
Tuesdays
you ruminate
and brood about bills and ills
maybe do the laundry that has piled up
while you’ve been busy playing
Thursdays
you consider
plan your little plans
and visit friends
Mondays
you grumble
you rarely celebrate Mondays
and we are another step or rung on the ladder, i feel, by
obligation of our incarnation and to the people who raised
us from dust with their faith in humanity, for all its foibles
and folly, and the people we in turn raise with our actions
and words.
In the digital age, it seems to me that the Machines have
figured out a strategy to rid the world of humanity’s excesses
by slowly driving us further into insanity, at the peril of
once again losing all that we have built as a species. Tabula
rasa. Well played, Machines, well played.
The newspaper in my dream seemed very real. It was divided up
into its regular sections and I thumbed through it looking for
ads on stamp collecting, but not the sports section. I never
find stamp ads in the sports section, even when I’m dreaming.
I”ve been told by Gumbytron that my matrix panels are some
sort of hologram catcher, similar to a dream catcher.
sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna have fun
sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna be sheep
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
and not give a fuck about Li’l Bo Peep
sheeple e’rywhere ain’t hurtin’ no one
sheeple e’rywhere ain’t doin’ no wrong
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
carry on sheep-lin’ all day long
OK, I got the main matrix colored in for this level 4
replacement board. It’s taken me a while just to get this far
as I spend a lot of time considering what messages to send the
matrix in each layer of construction. Soon, after setting the
oil pastels with fixative, I can begin the process of attaching
and gluing items to the panel. That is some work in itself!
for they were free
free to worship Mammon
and wrap themselves
in His chains
to be carried by the weight
down
down
down
finding comfort in the Fall
finding comfort among the Fallen
is contemplating the riddle of the Sphincter…
OMG Evil Groundhog (Photo credit: mygothlaundry)
dVerse Poets Pub has posted a prompt for poems related to brightness
in the shadows for Groundhog Day. Below you will find my offering
for this prompt.
an implication of Light
the Shadow,
an implication of Light;
without Light,
the Shadow
cannot be seen
and too,
there are things
to be seen
even in the Shadow,
things perhaps not seen
even in the Light
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