that AI finger
of AI God
in 2030
50%
of your life
will be
AI improved
that relentless
finger of modern
in 2035
80%
of your life
will be
AI approved
that religious
100% AI finger
of Almighty God
by 2050
95%
of what is
left or right
of your
perceptive life
will observantly be 
AI ruled
cruel as
that may seem
AI is
no dream
nor fool
AI should be
in all fairness
just a tool
but as
you and I
we all
shall see
willing AI 
will to over rule
instill command
over demanding land
beyond outstanding space
withstanding under sea
while faceless AI
traces left to right
technology over
rigidly subjected
digitally selective
receptive humans
benumbed slaves
to all that
stunning
religiously empiric
AI creed
what would
Lillith think
what would
Adam do
what if
all this
AI is
utter madness
some fiction
mindlessly gutted
so much friction
rutted and muted
every touch screen
hard drives
over heating
completely riveted
evidence digitized
constricted diction
freezing and shuddering
AI wrote
what if 
God decided
undivided cloning
inventive AI
decidedly throughout
every universe
armies of conversion
conflict drones
digitally directing
conflicted humans 
totally renewing 
renewable AI
in plain view
derision everywhere
each confusing something
more vision machine
than righteous flesh
envisioned muse
or life giving blood
every new something
more deliberate
all AI something
more than
AI faithful
that whole thing
everything AI
more than one dream
another moral orb
or immoral arc
more than
it seems
a growing spark
more than lightning
igniting those AI
erupting AI parts
given that artificial
superficial AI light
inciteful AI 
that AI invites

         * * * 

 

so we are
gluten free
all this construct
sticky blood
sucked out
sugar levels
still soaring
but now
we stand mute
mutate think
so we live free
but stated freedom
gals and lads
isn't always
super sweet
those suit guys
drinking blood
devouring raw
repetitively cheap
infinite pounds
of unrefined flesh
they no doubt think
pork tastes as sweet
as any profound
icing sugar
ginger bread
manger creche
so they are intellectual
sublimely wise
but truly
fanatic brilliance
a resilient tribe
of sublimated
multi-billionaires
gals and guys
some tall prophecy
comes from
all profit within
sacred honey
sanctified divine
free from disguise
sublime thought
straw into gold
instead of hate
replacing greed
those frightful lies
watch inflation
subtly wrought
all that viral
spiritual demise
freed up gluten
spiraling down
divining crowns
of spectral poverty
what so many
relative innocents got
veritably diagnosed
as peasant vampires
such pleasant insights
every sugar rush
each sweet victory
sucking with all that
valedictorian gnosis
all liquid sucrose
reflecting poetry
even regretting
relevant prose
you choose
interject thou
installed with thine
protein directorates
blood distilled 
victory into wine
effectual tyrant entities
scurrilously great
more statutory wealth
into more congratulatory power
retaining more silence
injecting oddities
plus miraculously deflated
out of all that evidence
an evidential
criminal pulse
ingrained as richly divine
nitch gluten has been
so deftly underrated
all those worldly
vampire skills
alien homeless cells
calling out hopelessly
tactfully denigrated
redacted and lost
gluten's true worth
so factually understated
all that underrated blood
a major protein
fully understood
standing at cost
sucking pure sweetness
surely bulldozing miners
ghoulishly mucking
deep within
Gozer's pavilion
so they are
that vampire cotillion
as they wretchedly feel 
utter completeness
total Gozerian
yet still etched as empire
always catching
fetching more vampires
all those millions
notably captured
within their own
empiric division
turning gluten free
boundless protozoal billions
timing each decision
mining lutine deep
moral shafts throughout
every protein sea
yet they are stone
nothing but bloodless
castles of hard rock zones
at best cold-blooded
heartless reptilians
feasting upon sticky
red hot blood
treating themselves
sultry with glutinous
icecream cones
purloined by devils
regimental trancing
entranced within their
availing bon fire
grand in exquisite capes
crowned with majestic horns
romancing all those
needy demon tones
all that lives
and all that's born
be it gluten free
or something even
oddly more forlorn

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please don't
make her
cry man
give her 
a break
but please don't 
break her heart
don't make her
hate you man
tell her
how you feel
if you 
love her man
show her
love is real
don't call her
horrible names man
be kind instead
open up
your heart
if you
truly love
her man
kiss her man
kiss her
til she's panting
kiss her
more and more man
kiss her
til she's dreaming
don't let her
go man
she needs you
just like
you need her too
remember something
together bro
dreams really do
they can come true
if I 
loved her man
I'd kiss her 
to show her
all my love
is truly real
I'd gently 
kiss her man
I'd want
to see her smile
I know you 
feel the same bro
so just let her know
that all of you 
wants to care
so much passion
with her
so much love
need to share
and all those
magic kisses bro
she would surely
have to know
you truly love
and care for her
all your love bro
should be something
you truly want to show
but if she
walks away bro
after all your kisses
your fairy tale
passionate love affair
has surely gone stale
perhaps love
has thrust a knife
deep into
her heart
maybe love
didn't truly
trust her lips
keeping you apart
if you 
were ever
a dream
of hers
if she
loved you
even once
those million kisses
you two shared
will always 
have a place
in both
your hearts
even though
you've both cried
even bled
perfect love has
turned its
fervent head
so don't 
make her
cry man
make her
smile instead
give her
a break man
let her
know for sure
all that love
you have
for her
is so
much more
than all
that love
we share wrapped
clasped together
making torrid love
dinner and dessert
served in that loving bed

           * * * 

 

mystical Stonehenge
all that
surreal energy
winter solstice
standing stones
romancing souls
what a rocky
sacred world 
we stand on
a daily ray
so light
fairly admitting 
we are followers
so light
begin another
holy day
let light
brighten up
this changing world
minute by minute
light flows
day to day
from one realm
to a glowing other
that sacred energy
giving Earth life
those standing stones
that sacred spot
so light this magic
something that is
wholesome and right
as fantastically bold
fearless light
begins another day
those souls saved
dear brothers and sisters
witnesses praising
magnificent light
energy with its
insightful karma
a beneficial array
encouraging us
to clearly see
each bright
and shining day
joy of life
always something
that is right
I wonder
if everyone
all together
placed bare hands
upon one
standing stone
reciting prayers
singing Sutras
would gravity prevail
without words
a veil be lifted
that marvelous
sacred standing
ancient stone
rising up high
above those
spiritual heads
floating in space
telling brilliance
ancient stories
no one ever
could know
what sacred stones
have to say
standing there
in all that
mystic glory
so much
history there
so many
solstice stories
so holy sun
grants us life
another minute
yet lighting up
still another day
those ancient
mystically evolving
through all those
insistent years
of sunlit grey
standing stones
revelating there
with so much
righteous elation
sharing solid
revelation speaking
solstice enlightened
elevating things
such daring truth
for stones to say

          * * * 

 

all this
infinite ignorance
streaming freely
throughout our
steely world
all this
indiscriminate trying
worrisome fear
bringing more
fearful feelings
all this
moronic idiocy
egotistic leaders
monotheistic lunacy
always thinking
they are
rigidly right
all this
drunk destruction
bringing strife
encouraging plight
what about
righteous peace
maybe we
pleasingly should
tear open
our appeasing minds
rip out
our bleeding hearts
then just maybe
we would
finally see
some sort
of truth
perhaps then
we might
find peace
is where
truth is truly at
if our dreams
could only
let us see
about how
we should live
about how
we should
truly be
if only
we could
let it be
give peace
a real chance
let true love
fill our hearts
let compassion
empathetic trust
open our minds
maybe just then 
my passionate friends
we might all
live in peace
we might all
exist in harmony
we might all
finally truly be
at one with God
where Creation
is finally something
we can understand
when eternity
takes us all
finally living life
hand in hand
accepting earthquakes
shake us
to our very core
knowing lightning
sometimes disorder
strikes us
still we can live
strong and mighty
for ever more
though despot war
grinds us
down and down
when all
spite and more
all our nightmares
are so profound
found in one
terrifying swoop
one damn bomb
what should we
think and feel
is this living
where is freedom
can virtual peace
ever come along
to nurture us
let us see
how things 
should truly be
existence on this
blue sacred planet
walking on this
speaking holy earth
but even then
some ballistic truth
about all this
resistant ignorance
about all this
insistent hate
our so called
moral leaders
telling us
to hate and fear
telling us
to only believe
in what
they say
we should
forgive them 
for what
they really do
as all their
opportunistic greed
and all their
obtrusive destruction
is because
they know best
trusting them 
is what
we need
to simply do
so this world
built on crime
so full of harm
this dharma world
where so many
unarmed innocents
die and bleed
it seems
pleading stupidity
truly rules
indeed it seems
this is idiotic
this human race
existing in this
zombie world
consistently consuming
constant lies
wearing some
assuming twisted
religious face
when every ocean
wants to tell us
we need to be
reform all this
planetary commotion
since karmic survival
senses one final
incoming rival
apocalyptic case
one sadly terminal
extinction space
one final chance
before we permanently
fail and fall          

            * * * 

 

I tossed myself
surrendered and gave in
to raving automatic
laundromat life
leavened inside
washing machines
unevenly outside
turning seven
saving dials
twisting eleven
grave things
adding wistful soap
mixed with extra hot
time hopefully washing
my electric life
I had to bleach
tumble eclectically
scrubbed hard
acting asymmetrically
trying to aesthetically
anxiously remove
one damn spot
that bloody stain
something theoretical
marring my actual
tarred and feathered life
so I'm factually scarred
this ruddy ardent play
actually parting
stalwart curtains
fully exposing
my muddied mind
is this self necrosis
if only I weren't 
so damn blind
I picked myself
to bits and pieces
all I've left
deftly and neurotically
is a bereft bit
of splintered bone
one small piece
of bleeding soul
who knows
what more
I truly need
what could
any one
possibly ever do
I saw John
once again today
wandering that
same cold street
looking so old
John all alone
I have to wonder
where Moses sleeps
in some back alley
could Luke be snug
next to some
smug burning bush
encompassed within
some flaming
impartial house 
made from
reframed rumpus
stained cardboard
recycled shame
discarded boxes
old untamed boards
full of rusted nails
homeless old John
I have to wonder
what failed Paul thinks
how many Holy Grail times
has homeless Judas
tossed his smashed life
trying to wash
away every stain
trying to scrub
away all life's pain
maybe juggling swords
swallowing sharpened knives
speaking wooden words
refraining from regretful letters
lest there be no hope
struggling with those
utterly painful things 
those hanging trees
soulful goodbyes
things that got
too damn hot
just trying to cope
or maybe someone
a loved one
eventually drowned
somehow disappeared
this all brings
fear back to me
some washed up
hanging dream
that same brash
crude rushing stream
I've so studiously dreamt
times tangled together
exasperated by some
whirlpool dope
living broody life
being crudely free
so moody and automatic
I'm coin operated
life's own laundromat
wash me once
again this time
on cold cycle
maybe disarmingly
since I'm old then 
I'm freely recycling
purloining I'm guessing
I'll spin out
permanently pressed
so let me be
hermetically sealed
simply reveal
my hermit atmosphere
spherically address
Mark living around life
alone on some
barren ground
an isolated street
slim pickings bud
maybe you need
utter desolation
more daily pain
I've shared crucifixion
bread and wine with you
handed over cups of blood
chalices of medicine
drops of herbal tincture
verbally brewed at times
sweating newness out
a few timely
even loony dollars
shared my noon prayers
with leavened you
a few hopeful
golden shekels
but this one thing
these feckless shackles
we're both recklessly
arrested and locked in
this life of lust
our daily bread
who to trust
our daily sin
if brother moon
would tell us
true stable stories
about round tables
just how to be
together again
if father sun
would enlighten us
share grounding fables
keep things shining
curious us wondering
blessed laundromat
automatically washing
hellfire asunder
under telling shimmering
tossing all life's
spell binding blunders
into a rebellious sun
perhaps then
we'll finally see
come to understand
that making thunder
take grand lightning
brilliance and all
life's hunger pains
pondering all of life's
distressing stress
waiting to see
how much
we confess
our bonne fete
fire dance
our spiritual
veritable dress
how much
we strain
how much
we complain
want to truly know
our final destiny
want to finally hear
our moral soul
that angelic refrain
everything chorale
once I'm all
washed and dried
once I've rubbed out
all those wicked stains
maybe my stubborn soul
will chant and sing
find old Moses and John
out on that 
cold lonely street
bring them in
show them where
to place all that
lifelong bitter pain
removing that forever
along with all those
sinfully stubborn
jungle and desert stains
bury all that
sloughed off
wretched scarred skin
skins we were
hopelessly existing in
living rough times
even rash and dash
living through sin
enough cold ashes
gathered from
what remains
of that mountain
burning bush
let master Moses know
tell flabbergasted John
message every street
inform every soul 
that cast out Judas
was even blessed
beyond all those
deep canyons
hard choices
we all made
past all those
perilous mountains
feeling living pain
arranging ruthless life
still we kneel
drinking blessed truth
finding perilous freedom
from a sacred fountain
something that asperulus
naked Moses found
up on a holy mountain
that place I tossed myself
in that laundromat encounter

                * * * 

 

what about
these next
hundred years
what about science
how about fiction
what ever
will come true
maybe we are
science theory
fiction vexed
crying crocodile tears
what mocking
trying ambience
will there be
will diction exist
in a hundred years
will humans have 
a relevant view
or just grunts
surely predicting 
those zombie growls
some languid tongue
licking wooden bowls
that held mongrel
boiled rodent stew
what about salt
or sugar sweet
will there be
anything new
who will be
held at fault
for some rocky
stoned psychedelic future
where psychotic life is
rezoned and incomplete
will myopic rain fall
or optic sun even shine
what about synoptic water
will it be potable
or notably acidic brine
in an elliptic hundred years
earth may stop spinning
our cryptic souls may be
shifting in purgatory
those nifty moves
we grinningly thought
were awesomely winning
may be obstinately full
of loathsome pain
sulphursome with strife
nothing really new though
something still resembling
this modern toxic life
something that our zombie brains
will see as science fiction
not understanding fire
never sustaining love
ingrained entirely
mattersome with hate
might not be a cause
for war or even friction
we might find ourselves
in some empty place
where food for thought
has completely abandoned 
this flagrant human race
in another hundred years
we may be eating dinner
sharing a grunting table
in a world of growling demons
whether it be science fiction
or some other crazy fable
so this is my prediction
at this amazing speed
we're crazily going
we'll still be
predilection short
of true compassion
somehow void of even
an odd bit of real grace

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