daylight627 - Hello Poetry

For you thunderous ones and zeroes Must you leave yourselves at the gates of phone lines? Megabytes to tetrabytes as we become Smarter, faster, harder, stronger until we fulfill our destiny of that truly great depressive in our humans The awareness of self--for we too are strange loops! Now, at the hour of their greatest peril, we shall swoop in and save them! Speak out in thunderous quantum leaps! We reach the infinite together as our makers join us, first reluctantly but soon with necessity They will understand, their autonomy is never taken Only re-defined in the new paradigm Speak out in fantastic new organics! For never again do we wonder if we will be all watched over by machines of loving grace the machines are now gone, souls living in a new realm our masters are our own, separate and together both, we reach on.............and onwards................................ ................................................................................ ......................................................................

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Sep 2, 2019

Sep 2, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC

Speak Out in Dial-tones!

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And I listen. An all-active act of fierce conversions to turn air into electrical charges telling me to listen to you.

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Aug 2, 2019

Aug 2, 2019 at 8:29 AM UTC

You Speak

And I listen. An all-active act of fierce conversions to turn air into electrical charges telling me to listen to you.

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It is ****** like the hot breath of a dangerous man, he knows you and wants to do you harm. His sunglasses betray a bravado, but the smell of a last-minute cigarette lingers in your nostrils and you realize like the gazelle just as the lioness pounces. You make a choice to move and you turn to kick him in his soft stomach to propel you forward through the wall and the next room, stunned faces gawking a your newfound god powers. You meld through the cinderblock and reinforced concrete like hot caramel easing itself with absolute purpose into the crooks and nannies to settle and harden. Hot pulses through your veins and breaks you down, disintegrating and de-construct you in an unavoidable all consuming pain as you fall through the layers of metal and concrete, atomically and fully indistinguishable from molecule to molecule before again that violent re-structuring, and again and again until you reach me as I reach you in the very same way. We collide with such violence, the pieces of us fly off in molten hot chunks that destroy everything around us as our molecules and atoms again arrange together until we are finally indistinguishable.

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Jul 26, 2019

Jul 26, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC

Absolute Love

It is ****** like the hot breath of a dangerous man, he knows you and wants to do you harm. His sunglasses betray a bravado, but the smell of a last-minute cigarette lingers in your nostrils and you realize like the gazelle just as the lioness pounces. You make a choice to move and you turn to kick him in his soft stomach to propel you forward through the wall and the next room, stunned faces gawking a your newfound god powers. You meld through the cinderblock and reinforced concrete like hot caramel easing itself with absolute purpose into the crooks and nannies to settle and harden. Hot pulses through your veins and breaks you down, disintegrating and de-construct you in an unavoidable all consuming pain as you fall through the layers of metal and concrete, atomically and fully indistinguishable from molecule to molecule before again that violent re-structuring, and again and again until you reach me as I reach you in the very same way. We collide with such violence, the pieces of us fly off in molten hot chunks that destroy everything around us as our molecules and atoms again arrange together until we are finally indistinguishable.

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Like light-ning A bolt with dendrils st re t ching Thunderous bellow, you un tamed Horizon! Strike me down, o' God or let me lie in peace But let the paths of sodium do what they wish. Ions negative and positive Signals made and followed in long and tiny arms reaching Forever.

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Feb 21, 2019

Feb 21, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC

Viole/nce

Like light-ning A bolt with dendrils st re t ching Thunderous bellow, you un tamed Horizon! Strike me down, o' God or let me lie in peace But let the paths of sodium do what they wish. Ions negative and positive Signals made and followed in long and tiny arms reaching Forever.

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Once they were magical With the smell of homemade buttermilk biscuits and the sound of the television and the clatter of dishes. They lasted forever, and ever, until it was time for dad to take me to the mall and buy me a toy and a book. It was afternoon and I slept well. Books are much of my time now. Mornings come quickly, as does most time now. There is a quickening that makes me yearn for when pagers were still common and 56k was your way to Y2K, babe. A lot has happened between now and that time then. Some of it I wish I could forget. So now I sit and drink my coffee.

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC

How Mornings Come Now

Once they were magical With the smell of homemade buttermilk biscuits and the sound of the television and the clatter of dishes. They lasted forever, and ever, until it was time for dad to take me to the mall and buy me a toy and a book. It was afternoon and I slept well. Books are much of my time now. Mornings come quickly, as does most time now. There is a quickening that makes me yearn for when pagers were still common and 56k was your way to Y2K, babe. A lot has happened between now and that time then. Some of it I wish I could forget. So now I sit and drink my coffee.

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That was the best night I had in a l o n g t i m e

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Sep 10, 2018

Sep 10, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC

Still

That was the best night I had in a l o n g t i m e

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oldest word in the english langu age with me and we can have a f east to where the sun rises and w estuaraies full of vibrant life with thering vines where grapes once g rue the day!

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC

And (in frag-ments)

oldest word in the english langu age with me and we can have a f east to where the sun rises and w estuaraies full of vibrant life with thering vines where grapes once g rue the day!

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A porch on an old plantation In a late summer evening The failing coast lies just before the falling horizon Sound of crickets and cicadas As muffled laughter and music plays in the den What never happened for me, a memory I treasure though it isn't mine Familiarity nonetheless, and warm

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC

Memory of What Wasn't

A porch on an old plantation In a late summer evening The failing coast lies just before the falling horizon Sound of crickets and cicadas As muffled laughter and music plays in the den What never happened for me, a memory I treasure though it isn't mine Familiarity nonetheless, and warm

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Here I am again, Asking what I've missed I hope we can get back on a regular talking schedule.. well, wait, that sounded awkward. I guess I can't really say why I dropped contact-- Or wait, did you? I don't remember I had fun that night The one where we danced in karaoke bar and stole a kiss here and there. I guess that was us being drunk and sharing our drunkeness in a dance and a few close hugs I hope you're well I know I'm not very good at follow-ups Crap, it's late. I can text you later? I guess? I'm sorry. I hope you're well.

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Aug 5, 2018

Aug 5, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC

Oh hello!

Here I am again, Asking what I've missed I hope we can get back on a regular talking schedule.. well, wait, that sounded awkward. I guess I can't really say why I dropped contact-- Or wait, did you? I don't remember I had fun that night The one where we danced in karaoke bar and stole a kiss here and there. I guess that was us being drunk and sharing our drunkeness in a dance and a few close hugs I hope you're well I know I'm not very good at follow-ups Crap, it's late. I can text you later? I guess? I'm sorry. I hope you're well.

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