I am god-ding with joy just before dawn
treefuls of robins, a dog, the wet lawn
urge me as vivid dream portents unwind
propitious in this calm, with storms just behind
in the narrative controlled asinine
illusions and lies and deceit baseline
misstated mandates signed by reprobates–
I’m not here to whine, I came to create.
Inspired by: Vivid, Propitious, Urge and Asinine.
In seventeen years the Phoenix resumes
like a prodigal hellbent it consumes
and cataclysmic entombs once again
a cycle of doom time hides from our ken
our descendants, like our ancestors, stare
at the reddish night sky–sun doesn’t dare
to watch the destruction, the construction
of man in disruption, the corruption
buried deep where the elite try to keep
power but the hour has come to sleep.
And so now at the height of our glory
in our forum create a love story
and fill every moment we’ve been given
–and not by stacking fiat greed-driven
but kindly, misdeeds forgiven, renew
our souls, remember what we’re here to do.
We snap each other out of the dungeon
programming whenever we have plunged in
to dreamworlds our senses’ filters project
our manmade fears. Awake we can reject
someone else’s tainted creation, prove
our powerful imaginations groove
vital as the foaming wave upon sand
each breath boring through dissonance to land
divine sparks we probe planetariums
dispute unproven calendarium
proselytizing the slave protocol.
Our souls free and wild can’t be caged at all
Inspired by: Boring, Filter, Foaming, and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to use word(s) that start with “pro“.
Ciao, toodle-oo, my dear, your quest is nigh:
you’re off to save the world from the outside
reacting, fighting, injustice declaim
your goal to equal everyone the same
I’m changing from the inside narrative
the game changes demand imperative
imagination breaking free of reins
designed to enthrall (you call me insane)
My flammiferous heart ignites with you
hiking through coniferous woods in true
kinship. Yon distant pinnacle unbreached
the symbol of our journey’s end unreached
Inspired by: Flammiferous, Symbol, Kinship and Pinnacle.
I wake at the junction between the tracks
laid for the trains of thought which take me back
to murky past I’d fought forgotten, grieved
and lost. Tackled by beliefs I’d deceived
myself there’s no one left to blame. I send
condolences as all these ghosts ascend
released on their own recognizance, tied
by arcane cords of light, for though they’ve died
here they remain, the patterns firmly bind
as lessons spin their way through the designed
labyrinthine game, played for keeps, moving
through lives and deaths, wake and sleep, improving
Inspired by: Past, Condolences, Tackle and Junction.
When I was a young child, what did I know
singing nursery rhymes and pop songs
which I learned by rote
and even now they catch me
the dungeon programming lures
designed to entrance inventive minds
implying that hearts can trust
the storylines of time
erasing the spiritual battle
from our rattled senses, blind
to the elastic ether awaiting
our fantastic commands
psychomanipulation seeding
dissonance hallucinations for lunch
we bunch together in another’s dream
wake abruptly
life is not as it seems
Inspired by: Lunch, Imply, Heart, Trust and Spiritual.
“I don’t believe what I read in the papers, they’re just out to capture my mind. I ain’t worrying, I ain’t scurrying, I’m just…~Paul Simon
Castaway of the scamdemic, my ears
still ringing from pejoratives old dears
in fear-orientation threw like darts–
did they intend to pierce my cherished heart?
Inspired by Orientation, Castaway, Pejorative and Cherished.
And Paul Simon’s birthday song.
Featured image: Easy to play with orientation when living on a lake.
Wakening in the game precipitates
perceptions how mass hypnosis sedates
flummoxed by the sensory avatar
saved by a night walk under brilliant stars
and peeks into the windows of the damned
plugged into the programming screens they’re scammed
by scripted actors’ shrieks, media swill
impulsive leaps of fallacy so shrill
and mired in time-space how we forget
we are immortals training, we’re beset
by triggers and calamities to grow
our only mission: voicing our own show.
Inspired by: Precipitate, Shriek, Flummoxed and Impulsive.
After I verified the worldwide scam
nefarious plot wrought with bots and spam
fueling the fear in the simulation–
a master course in my education–
painstakingly tracing roots: causation
false premises of rotten foundation,
the luring game’s invisible forcefield
became apparent when I did not yield
To my elation, the bifurcation
of timelines reveals my own creation
outside of the AI computation
reality is my own narration.
Inspired by: Nefarious, Course, Yield, Verify and the lessons learned by the scamdemic.
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