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.
Gripped by unholy 5G overlord
inflammation soars. Packed away keyboard
but the phone radiates til I’m bleary
rub my eyes in the glowing screen, teary
look up to find I’ve been swept away, numb
powerlessness is programmed horror humdrum
worthless as halfpence, value obsolete
until I unplug, recall: life is sweet.
Inspired by Keyboard, Halfpence, Swept and Tears.
Featured image: Glorious sycamore in an unseasonably warm winter afternoon.
Ain’t it foggy outside? All the planes have been grounded.~Dewey Bunnell
A cloud descends to blanket the border
between the hidden worlds. Winter’s order
amiss, both spring and its predecessor
confusing all the weather professors
who paint broad strokes of continental streams.
Turning them off’s salubrious, it seems
we face our own peccadillos, no wrath,
accepting who we are on our own path.
Inspired by: Border, Both, Salubrious, Peccadillo, Winter and Hidden.
I refuse to use a money that another man can create for free.~Nico @Bitvolt7
Just frolic to dispel constraints cartels
diabolic, painted as saints, bespell
the world with their fiat schemes, scrutinized
by cohorts with greedy dreams, rubies prized
and they need you, to launder the money
print out of thin air and loan, it’s funny
the cycle of debt and regret, goods
fall apart, so you have to buy more. Woods
call seams to fray in the fairytale trance.
Play on words and caper in your own dance.
Naysay narrative. Open eyes surely
see. Emperor has no clothes; it’s purely
a way to conceal the slavery yokes
revealed with bravery, poetry, jokes.
Thirteen families seven billion thrall
until we wake up, perceive our windfall.
Inspired by: Just, Frolic, Dispel, Ruby, Scrutiny and Constraint.
My frugality does not encompass
these esculent offerings: Greens, fungus,
fat squash, root crops with dirt clods still clinging.
No credit cards; it’s cash I’m bringing.
No advertisements manipulating,
no buyers’ remorse, just titillating
recipes which overheard while in queue
mandate a grab: outcome delicious food.
Inspired by: Advertisement, Esculent, Mandate and Outcome.
Featured image: My local farmer’s market has moved indoors where it seems intrusive to take photos, so please enjoy this one from my favorite market on Oahu, at Kapi’olani Community College.