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“.
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
dissonance hallucinations for lunch
we bunch together in another’s dream
life is not as it seems
Inspired by: Lunch, Imply, Heart, Trust and Spiritual.
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.
The informed field awaits to magnify
your intent. Neutral, responsive, nearby
medium. You are the paintbrush: apply
tedium or create, optics defy,
in a flurry of inspired artistry.
Beyond the matrix lies uncharted seas.
What seems to be concrete a quantum leap
reveals the space between ready and deep.
Inspired by: Magnify, Flurry, Optics, Tedium, Concrete and this gem of a book by Jason Breshears, Awaken The Immortal Within.
Count on it, I’ll give a full description
but you can’t copy this, the encryption
is a multilayered enchantment: life
spontaneous as a flock of wildlife
created creating empowered play
pretending materiality’s sway
immortal beings diving into moil
solving, evolving, striving in earth’s soil.
Inspired by: Flock, Copy, Enchantment, Description and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style to the prompt Count on it.
At night I pace the rain-washed city streets
screens garish blare this is reality
a crowd pours from the IMAX reprogrammed
tossing pithy new phrases signals jammed
by someone else’s creation baited
with lures that lead to frustration mountains
labyrinthine paths promising fountains
of felicitous youth. I walk on by
comfortable in my skin, I’m unharmed by
the history-rewritten dissonance
pulling my way upwards with common sense.
Inspired by: Allegory, Mountain, Felicitous and Spontaneous.
Featured image: Me, hiking the Olomana Trail on Oahu.
In my milieu–bitcoiners who reject
germ theory and the meddlesome projects
designed to enslave by propaganda
childhood education memoranda
to quell curiosity and to still
imagination, extinguish free will–
we recognize the generational
traps, shunned by family’s sensational
collapse. No longer seek the altitude
soapboxes provide. Unsought certitude
can’t reach deluded dizzy dissonance
inebriated fizzy indolence
And so we paint, we rhyme and we create
models for those awakened and sensate.
Inspired by: Fizzy, Altitude, Meddlesome and Milieu.
My orgone pendant is missing. Child’s play
I surmise as I follow clues: dried clay
my gemstone necklaces all ajumble
the treasure boxes brim with stones tumbled
I mollify my neat freak’s worrying
relax and cease the anxious scurrying
past sticky chairs. Unexpected delight:
new fridge art, I count blessings in clear sight.
Inspired by: Follow, Mollify and Pendant.
unexpectedly six decades on dream
lovers and friends that I knew daub weird scenes
exchange faces and names in a tizzy
broad strokes paint new perspectives I’m dizzy
come dawn the advent of light piercing murk
my memories trade busy hawkers lurk
and my studio is a mess, paints flung
passionate disarray insights new-sprung
Inspired by: New, Advent, Broad, Tizzy, Unexpectedly and written in the SOCS style for the prompt New/Knew.