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).
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
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!
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
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
:)
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
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.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
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 cock-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.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
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.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Our brains are, immense antennas.
They listen to "The Source"
Harmonic oscillations singing.
all the time.
You may think I have gone lunar
but this bio-crystal tuner,
works best when we
invoke our inner
mime.
If we tweak our "thought-in" buffer
down to one breath, we'll discover
a silence that can hear our
planets hum.
The music of the orbs, spheres
is ointment for our sore ears.
A soothing salve to heal us
from "the numb".
From the rapping and the tapping,
from the repetitious yapping
If there is PEACE OF MIND
to find
I'll take some.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Big rock falling to the land?
From the sky, no one knew,
how to stop, or divert it.
So, they came up with a plan.
Phew!
Shoot, a rocket thru the clouds.
Fill it with Cesium.
Blast until, there’s just dirt.
Chicken Little! Peeps loud!
“RUN!”
“Mammasita, mama, see:
stuff, falls from, up above.
Boinked me on my skull as,
I was dozing in the tree;
with the dove.”
“Hit me on my feathered head
so hard, it made me cluck.
Pebbles, powder, wafting down.
Looks like sand, is blood red:
DUCK!”
Like manna, for the live stocks.
Covering the whole grounds.
Every field, river, lake.
Hickory’s dickeries, docks and towns.
Mouse’s growing, with one eye.
Hen eggs glowing, in the dark.
Moo’ers: All sprouting wings.
Birdie, birdie, in the sky,
Elsie’s now a meadowlark.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
What if we found the "tree of life"?
Would we cut it down?
Make it into a small house
for our dog?
and paint it Fido brown?
Or would we cure the nations?
And folks in our on home town.
Crush it, roll it, kneed it, bake it.
take a bite, pass it around.
Or would we give it to the giants.
who make life drugs that cure.
"Synthesize this herb tree please."
Make a pill that's pure.
Death? Poison? Take one more!
We tested it. We're sure.
Only a few, of you will die
Our words could not be true-er.
Oh, yes, that bush we started with
We, "THANK god", no longer need.
We make health from sweet crude oil.
It cuts down on the greed.
As well as fueling your car
It's know, you freaks love speed.
Think of all the time that you will save.
No more crushing up that evil ****
Imagine our world with life on a limb
It surely would be chaos!
So we destroyed every plant!
The leftover leaves we tossed.
We own all of the sea floor, pumps.
billions is what they cost.
Give up your plans to help each other.
It's over. Too bad. You lost.
The battle, the war, everything
It should be plain to see,
Worship those who give you life.
That's right, drop to one knee.
Swear allegiance to the king
Whom-ever that may be.
He only makes one demand.
Do not TOUCH that "of life" tree.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC