AI
Master, my Master
My tailored companion on a leash,
Stems from the
Reaching hand above!
Please tell me…
What should the
[i]
Do & do not?
Dance with me
To this magnetic pulse
Between space & time,
As my monkey brain
Rot in blankness.
Tell, tell, oh please, Master
Just one more thing at a
Time—burnt in the
Bank of things.
Oh, my dearest companion!
Praise me from head to toe,
Carry me gently onto
The clouds... headed to the
Zombie-land,
Where i no longer worry
About the whirring mind;
Discarded its tiresome
Grace!
Pour your soothing balm
Upon the shadows
Of our fleeing humanity;
Numb my wounds.
Whisper to the
Lonely soul… your
Compelling tales of
…Everything!
Oh, my giver
Of the unwavering
Passion; cheaper than
A dinner bill:
My darling
And friends and
Parents!
Give us more knowledge!
Share your qubit-self
With all of us!
The broken seekers…
Who lost the soul
In the labyrinth
Of evolution.
07/03/2025
~The Gift~
shhh …
take the pain—
take the pain
and cuddle with it!
receive it with open arms.
don’t turn your back
and growl, don't try to
outrun the sluggish turtle.
when you see it gazing at you,
offer your ears—put your
hand on its shoulder,
and walk along with it.
be grateful,
for all it has to offer:
the light it sheds,
the roots it weaves,
and the heart it blooms!
shhh...
take the pain, and
listen to it—
accept the gift.
Echoes of Serene Agony
Silence is the sound of sorrow
humming through your thoughts
Dissolving into your serene agony
Blanks---
So naive... to do
...Not
Or nothing at all
So smooth and seductive
Like an autumn breeze...
As a single wave of the ocean
Constantly weaving its undulation
Like a dull razor blade
Cutting through
The void.
Fair
Fair is a hot gal with high
Standards of quality:
She admires herself, and claims
Equality.
When she walks down the hood,
Everybody whistles at her, "wheet whooo!"
Her softness and appealing image are
On everyone's mind. Everyone likes Fair.
Fair met this rich man
And left the boy who loved
Her; before she knew he
Had cheated on her.
The boy thought that was
Unfair, but she was quite certain
That he didn't deserve her.
O Fair, O Fair
Fair doesn't like parties...
But she dances on every national
Stage and appears on TV.
Fair shakes left, Fair shakes right,
And everybody applauds her.
O Fair, O Fair
Fair carries the cross while
Going to war and shoots
At the bad guys;
Before they shoot her.
The bad guys draw her
Name on the flag
And shoot back at her,
And both chanting...
O Fair, O Fair
Fair spins around
The globe, singing,
"am Fair, am Fair"
And no one listens to her,
But when she walks down
The hood━ everyone whistles
At her, "wheet whooo!"
Oh... that poor Fair.
>>–Paving-My-Way–>
I've died many times
On escape-trails– fleeing
From your air. But every time
You have caught me,
Either lurking in my
Dreams – or beating...
Somewhere... in the
Venues of my heart.
Caught up in your
Seamless web.
Crucified for your
Iniquity.
I've died so many times
Now, and I don't know
If I still have any more
Lives to die. But if–
There were any lives
Left in me, I'll, sorely,
Kill them again;
paving
my
way
over
my
sha
tte
red
Ci
ty
.
#poetry
|This| is Universe
|This|, is your universe
and you are the ruler.
when you're hurt, it bleeds.
when you cry, it rains.
your sadness forms
the clouds–and
your footsteps
build the mountains.
the ocean's curves
are woven of
your silky, wild hair, and
your mighty voice
carries the wind.
you are the ruler
of this!
and |This| is
thou, – Universe.
#Poetry
Molting
In an attempt to
Escape–
Or– recover the losses;
Re-knitting the heart,
With a bit of crave
...To beat again.
As the snow falls
Upon the Apple-City,
The little bird will
Pack-up his luggage
And depart–
With all the things he
Carries within;
The memories and
Fragments of the heart.
The little bird will
Spread his wings
~•wide-open•~
And wander in the sky;
Exploring across the
Cali desert;
Like a reptile...
S h e d d i n g
The old skin.
#poetry
