The "Future Apps" are
taking shape
don't run, don't hide
there's no escape.

Moitoring
our, whims
and flaws.
Ranking us as, if
we
have paws.

It's a dog eat dog world  
(they are, so encoded)
most folks don't care
until they get old  
(or their brains go exploded)

Code listen-ers hear, as we
curse their e-brain,
log each syllable in the
file - gone insane.

We used to walk and run
now we sit and tweet
(and game and chat)

and carress "the mouse" like
its a ****!
(and get dumb and fat).

I think
therefore,
I think
I am.

My own
inner
cosmic sham.

Who was I
before I
thunk?

The same
as now
a gorgeous
hunk!

Except I
did not
know
it

I did
not have
to show
it

I did
not have
to grow
it

Into what
I am
today,

"no plan
as to,  what
and not,
to say"

Lost in
my psych
job - self.
No way!

To stop
thinking
I am,
is ME.

Remembering
a before
when I
was
free

whoever
whatever
I wanted
was
me

Except I
did not
know
it

I thought I
had to
show
it

I thought I
had to
grow
it

Advice from
G. Hunk

Let It Be

The Ancients of the Ancients
leaving hints and clues
of pi's and phi's and square roots,
of sixes, threes and twos.

To tell us things that we don't know
how could we have forgotten?
The workings of the universe
maybe our brains went rotten.

When big rains, began to drop
short circuiting the Aether air.
Comets! Turned us into dumb
and gave some folks,  frizzy hair

and fuzzy minds, that repeat
all they've heard and seen.
Shows them pre-runs of their lives
in their, day-mare dreams.

But now our blue orb is warming
The truth? In view, and clear!
The era of "good vibrations"
is oscellating, NO MORE FEAR!

We are wig~gling the universe
one protein at a time
agitating the
fluctuations
of the eternal
cosmic slime.

Twisting and turning time.

Until we see 'The Beautiful"
the quent-essence,
we must jiggle, Aether.

Changing
dull to bright
day to night
width to height
all is light
goose bumps racing
up and down
my spine

always

make me giggle

:)

The pain of life is, sometimes, so
great that even rhymes
annoy ,  confine
destroy , define
devolve my
brain
in-to green
slime.
Explain the
reason for the
two faced MIME:
laughing and crying
screaming whilst trying
to stop die-ing  to live and
living to die, AND! stop asking
why, why,  a thousand times  why
Everyday seems like a continuation
of yesterdays custom tailored
multiflavored, chew it up
spit it out, step in it
again and again
sweet pink
bubble
gum
lie.

Prisoners on a planet
blue
fenced in, locked in
by a dream.
Makes no difference
if it's true.
Choice: Starve to death or
join the team.

Just one REAL big cell
but, OH!
what a view!

Incarcerated by see-thru
air.
H2O from the gods
in the sky.
Heat and light from a sun:
do not stare.
Gravity *******, so we,
can not fly.


No way to complain?
You may
grow your hair.
Listen to daft music
crank it up real loud
make the old folks quiver
appear ****-sure, so proud.

Ethanol for you livers
arrows for your stealth weapons: bows.
Just don't defy "The Givers"

Don't make a face.

Don't hold your nose.

Authority is the rule
There is NO such thing as cruel
All you learnt in FREEDOM school
(tiny jails for tiny fools)
How to use the "feed me" tools
(dunce hat corners, tiny stools)
Will be usefull in you futures:

Jobs!

Polluting, lakes and rivers.

PS:

Free swimmig pools.

Our vision of the future
is changing, oh
so fast,
that sometimes tomorrow
seems just like
the past.

As we look from the shadow
that time
has cast.

Will we control gravity?
With wiggles from
the sky,

travel to the stars as soon
as we learn, again,
to fly.

Communicate thru DNA
with vast "we nets"
I ask WHY!

It seems, do we assume that
the acients were so
ultra dumb.

When they had the tech-no wit
to understand the
Aether hum.

Wonders from back in the day.
Were built by whom?
The aliens?

I'm not talking immigrants
but tiny green folks
from beyond:
"the stars"

Who tweaked our inner programming?
E-volved us into
bio-crystal
jars.

And

Who's adjusting us today?
Perhaps our ancient
grandpa's.
Maybe not men from
Mars.

Our dreams? Teleportation
space flight, levetation.
Traveling thru
"The Time"

Manipulating, pouring
imigaes, into our skulls of quantum
fibered
slime.

Holo-decks with lights and sound.
Full access is granted
when we become
"The Mime"

Meditate, like we are them.
We are all air fish, learn to swim
thru water that is
very thin.

Surf the waves like crazy loons.
Sing out loud, those inner tunes.
Life's just one big
lagoon.

So,

Don't *** in the water.
Act much more like you ought-er
Be more than just
fool fodder.