Deep within
The mathematical equations
Of super symmetry

Block Linear
Self Dual Error
Correcting Code

Was found

This type of code
Monitors code
And measures it
Against what is
Already known

Self-adjusting
As required

In order to accurately
Transmit

And receive
The correct information

Perhaps earth
Is a computer
Programmed reality

After all

Hehe

Your consciousness
Creates your reality

Strings of bits
Of Ones and Zeroes

Welcome to
Matrix Earth

"This is the construct.
It's our loading program."

"Right now, we're inside
A computer program?"

"Is it really so hard to believe?"

"This isn't real."

"What is real?"

"How do you define real?"

"If you're talking about what
You can feel
What you can smell
And taste and see
Then real is simply
Electrical signals
Interpreted by your brain."

Love you
Whoever you are
Reading this

If you are a woman
And love poetry

Well I am here
To say
I love you
And your poems

I just like saying that
Love you

And thank you
For your beautiful poems

I would like
To give you a hug

And in the comments
Please write you
Love me too

Hehe

There are
Very few ideas
That will
"Transform the world"

That term is overused

Also
Why must
We be "great"
At everything

People seeing acknowledgement
Awards
Seeking recognition
And fame

All this is unnecessary

Why not be just
A bit better than average
At most things

I have a small room
Clean sheets
And this warm bed

I hope a woman
From this site
Gives me a
Loving kiss
On the head

Went on a walk
The fields covered
In snow

How the
Full moon gave
An ethereal glow

Why do I have
To live on
This planet?

I do not know

Open spaces
Wide places

I see what
The creator
Of this planet sees

I am a miserable person
Just let me be

No female friends
Barely any money

A sad frown
Upon my face
I have had
Spiritual experiences

Where I learned
About grace

I try to fix my body
I have tried every day

Just seems like
I am meant to
Be this way

My left side stronger
Than my right

The night feels
Just the same as day

Nothing is alright
And I'm not okay

Hope one day
I won't be alone

I love this planet
I will write this poem

What am I doing
On this planet?

Really?

I just spent a half an hour
Or so lounging
On a yoga mat

In a park

Like I always do

I didn't work last week
Maybe no jobs
This week either

I'm poor
Oh well

Put my long pants on
Because it was cold

One day,
I'm sure

All the big countries
Will start a big war

I listened to a documentary
On Afghanistan
From 1979-1989

Many times
Afghan is spoken

Life is like
A foreign language

I do not understand it
Better to just listen
To it being spoken
And enjoy

Life is
A foreign language

Great fun

He'll spend
A longer time
In purgatory
For objectifying me

"Look At This Guy"

I stood out
From the patrons
I suppose

Because I walk
WIth my hiking sticks

I enjoy the support

I didn't say anything

In retrospect
I might have mouthed
"Look at this guy"

Back to him

The world is full
Of idiots like him

"Look at this guy"

Or "Look at this Jew"

Or "Look at this old woman"

I suppose he thought
It was strange
That I had two hiking poles

People walk with one
But I had two

Can't I just walk in peace
Without being objectified

So hard
To love everyone
So very hard

And I hope
That he is
Forgiven
For his multitude
Of sins

I am working on
Trying to forgive
A man I never met

Stay far away
Far away
From people

You will learn
Protect your fortress
With archers

They can shoot
Flaming arrows
To make these
Horrid people burn

"Look at this guy"

Yes, I must have appeared
So weak and frail

And look at you
You guy
You stupid guy
WIth no feelings
Or emotions
You "thing"

I can objectify you
Just as easily
As you can objectify me

If I do see you
In another realm
And you are rude again

I am not going to keep
Forgiving you
Sorry

I will close my fist
And smash your jaw

A broken jaw
Will teach you
Not to objectify others

You do not know me
And you hate me

I wanted no
Interaction
Yet you bothered me

With your rude comment

I hold you in disdain
And contempt

If you objectify me
Again in the Japanese gardens
I will be tempted to punch you
And smash your face right in

There is a planet
In a galaxy
Called the Milky Way

And the planet
Orbits the sun

An earth year contains
365 days

And ask me
How I'm doing

Ask me
"Are you okay?"

And I'll tell you
Yep I'm lovin'
The absurdity
Of it all

Use to get upset more
Now not so much at all

People pursue
The wrong things
They do it every day

Repeating actions
That increase their misery

But me
I'm A-Okay

And I watch
Documentaries
About young Americans

Getting killed
In foreign wars

Some one tell me
Why were we in
Afghanistan

What was that for?

The men who
Planned the attack
Weren't even from there

And a plane never
Hit the Pentagon

But idiots will
Believe it

They don't seem to care

An expert in army intelligence
Took all the measurements
And things don't add up
At all

And controlled demolition
Of tower 7
That happened too

Wake up people
Your own government
Lies to you

On this Earth
There are people
Some good and bad

And when I think
About my small existence
Sometimes I get sad

Not wealthy
And will not be famous

But who really cares

I got a photo
Of the man of Tao

See him walking there?

I took the photo as he turned
Down my street

Even asked how
The lady in the garden was

Now isn't that neat

I try to love people
Don't expect much
In return

Be kind to others
This you should learn

"Who's There?"

He mumbles

Why should you care?
Have another glass of wine

Return to your
Drunken stupor

And your idiotic movie

Just like his father
Haha

What a drunk

No self-control
At 66
Have another drink

Alcoholic

I don't pay rent
And I never will

And I don't care
About money

Have another drink

I was playing
The role of Kendra

A very fit and *****
Brunette

A Sicilian man
Messaged me

Very ***** I bet

Broken English
He spoke

And he said,
No joke,

"My c* grow up
When I see you"

I had no Skype
And no cam

If only he knew
That Kendra
Was a man

Lol

The World
Is a program

An empty program

I am just
A thinking brain

I always feel the same

Life is lame

Some people
Are impossible to love

I cannot love everyone

But have you ever
Just disliked someone

And if they died
Couldn't care less?

Well I feel that way
About a family member

And no I'm not sorry

I will smash that t.v
In my mind

Remember
People will hate you
For your freedom

People hate freedom
That will hate you

For your emptiness

They will hate you
For your wisdom
And for your compassion

Slaves slaves
As the world turns

Ignorant
Obnoxious slaves
Punch one in the face

Now I'll take a turn

I get so tired
of some people

I imagine a world
Without these
Obnoxious people

I have a problem
Sometimes
With having to love
People

And forgive them

Sometimes I'd rather
Punch this idiot

Of all the people
On the earth
It's parents
That are most
Obnoxious

Honor your father
And mother

I respect them
And Wish them well

Other than than
They're just like
Anybody else
On the planet

I love strangers more
To be honest

And when they die
They will be cremated
Their ashes scattered

People who are so
Repetitive
Are so obnoxious

The same experiences
Over and over
And over

Just shut up

I am going to have
Them shipped off
To Africa

Let them fend
For themselves

If they survive
They survive
If they don't
They don't

Who cares

i wouldn't share
My last bit of food
I would maybe with one

The other
I'd just let starve

Yes, Im a sinner
And these are terrible
Thoughts

It's not ideal
To have to live
There still

Tired of
These miserable people

What is it
About these Americans
That is so obnoxious

Everything, everything

His false sense
Of self
This person becomes
A caricature
Of himself

Is it wrong
Should I feel guilty
To not care
At all if that guy dies
Tomorrow?

I'm just saying no
Love lost

And it's a shame
I treid

I won't try anymore

I think
I may always be
Quite bored

Wandering here
Wandering there

And what's it
All about?

Just be a good guy
I guess

Maybe I'm not like
Other people

I lack drive
Or commitment

I'm just lazy

I found myself
Gently *******
On a *****

For a beautiful woman
I talked to online

Then I found myself
Listening to
A British documentary
On Afghanistan

And no
I'm not embarrased
To admit that

Lol I hope the women
Will think I am a *****
And wonderfully whimsical
Loser

Well have a good one!
I guess I'm just
Born to lose
Lol

She holds me
And she comforts me
She understands

How lonely I was
She consoles me

She lets me be me
She understands

That man seeks love first
And *** next

She likes how I stay
In good shape for her

She lets me pleasure her
She is woman
She **** again
And again

She plays with her toys
And I help her

And its okay to do that
Because we are in love

Well it is too powerful
To be in love

Maybe better to just
Find a female friend
To hug

And to sleep with
One another
Would be nice

You can bet
The conversation
Is about money

I don't make
Much money

My health insurance
Was raised by 15 dollars
Now I have to pay
$169 dollars
A month

For my health insurance

Lol I make
About 800 dollars
A month

The things I do
Don't result in
Many paper bills

But that's okay

I'm kind and loving

Remember all
The small deeds
Count in the end

How you treat
The parking attendant
Your family
And barber too

All the small things

I am a poor man

I dream of kind
And loving women
******* exposed
So I may
Drink their
Nourishing milk

First I went
To the shower

And then to
The kitchen

And then I went
To the car

Then to the job site
And then I
Went to the gym

Then I went home
Then I watched a movie

First I went here
And then I went here

First I did this
Then I did that

As you can see
This is all
One big matrix program

FIrst I go here
Then I go there

Then I do this
Then I do that

I see sunsets
But usually not sunrises

I go on walks
In moutain suburbs

First I go here
And then I go there

Then I do this
Then I do that

I see birds flying

"Have A Good One"
Is often said

In my life
I feel often dread

"Have a good one"
Is Often Said

I'm tired
Of feeling this way

Seems nothing
Will ever be okay

I watch the movies
Independent movies
Mainstream movies
Documentaries

I watch to learn
About people

I wonder what it
Would be like

To know more people
To spend time
With people

I have a few friends
I rarely see them

I work two or three days
Each week

I am poor

Prepare your hearts
I'm ashamed
Ashamed of myself!

It's not my fault
I have had to live here
For a long time

Sometimes I get angry
WIth the people here
But I love them

That's what happens
In the movies sometimes too

I have my headphones
And I have my Ipad
Now I'm going to watch
A movie again

I think
I have been sold
A bill of goods

Everyone keeps
Going on
About life

But I find it quite queer
Seems there is
Really nothing
To get
Excited about
Nothing really here

My ***** gets hard
And isn't that fun

No woman to enter
It is wasted ***

The self is an illusion
Seems like it
Doesn't exist at all

I am a brain
Attached to a body
That stands 6 feet tall

I wish I had
A different body
But that's okay

I'll be alone
Another day

I'm preparing
For a collapse
One day

I don't think
Its funny
This country
Will one day
Be plum out of money

Could I be loved
By a female friend?
Or will I be alone
Until the end

Just wanted to spend
Some time

To have a conversation
To drink some wine

Have you seen the movie
"Seeking A Friend
For The End Of The World"

Penny was quite beautiful
Like a rare pearl

I am not afraid
To face the end

Just want to be loved
Just want a female friend

Well
I'm good
And waiting another day

For now
Alone with my movies
I'll be okay

Driftwood
Is not "focused"
It does not care

On the waves
The wind blows it
From here to there

I am driftwood
Look at me

Floating in
This light blue sea

Stop asking "How are you"
******* idiot

I don't care
How you are

The most obnoxious question
And I have headphones on
Don't talk to me

So stupid
Just go away

Am I good?
No
I'm not good

You stupid idiot

Life is repetitive
And meaningless
Now *******

Sometimes I wish
You would just die

And I won't care
That much
When you do

Some people
Are just fun to lie to
Because they are
So obnoxious

Not over anything
Important

Just a white lie

"Oh that's nice"
Blah Blah

Her whole life passes
Her by

Do the same things
Say the same things

That's why she is an idiot

I could never really
Buy into this program

Meaningless
And endless

It is an empty program

And spring this year
Looked the same
As spring last year

And I'm supposed to work
40 hours a week

And I'm suppose
To be interested
In this colossal bore
Known as life?

Let other people stress
And run about

Whenever death comes
Let it come
I'm not afraid

I've lost and lost some more
And women ignore me
Who cares?
Nobody cares

I watched an independent
Foreign film
I ate some bean salad

We are dog sitting
A third dog

And I only have a couple
Hundred bucks
In my account

Hillary will most likely
Be our next president

The world's most
Powerful nations
Will destroy themselves

And I will most likely
Die of starvation
In the mountains

I'm here to enjoy the times
And the times I have enjoyed

I watched a beautiful
Brunette woman
Playing with her dog

And the husband
And child
Learning to walk
Were there

And the child fell
And got up again

And I thought I would
Very much like
To be loved
By a woman

But the world doesn't care
Who cares really
Who cares?

Nobody cares
Meaningless world

I love others
And try to stop
Having any bad thoughts

And I'll die alone

And my grandpa will
Soon die

But I don't really want
To go see him
It is akward

And I don't
Want to go
To the funeral

But I wish him peace

And the world
Orbits the sun

And the penises
Spurt ***

And it's all one
Big empty place
Who cares really
Who cares?

Hello Goodbye

Blah Blah Blah Blah

I live here

Stop saying "Hello" to me

And go away

Idiots

I prefer the world
Of the chatroom

And so i am often there
Instead of at work

In the chatroom
I can be a ***** blonde

Or a powerful Arab man

This is my life in the chatrooms

The ******* shot
And the down blouse shot

And the hidden spy cams

Placed in bathrooms
And bedrooms

This is the life
Of the ******

It was a sin
He knew this

But could not resist
As the women
Showered, changed
And had ***

He recorded them

In public parks
His binoculars
Followed their hands

As they reached down the pants
Of their lovers

His binoculars
Followed the hands
Of their lovers

Groping and fondling them
******* them too

This is the life
Of a ******

Labeled
A "Peeping Tom"

Just because of his
Natural human curiosity

Come on everybody
Smile On your brother

Get together
And Love one another
RIght now

Will I Always
Be A ******?

Will I Always
Be alone?

Will I always
Sit and *******
And write these poems?

I suppose I
WIll never meet a woman

Cosmic Consciousness

At the gas station
I offered to buy a man
A granola bar
He had returned

I thought he couldn't
Afford it

But he just returned it
Because there was
An ingredient in it
He couldn't have

I said I
Was embarrased

He said it was
Sweet of me

And that I restored
His faith in mankind

Well, that was
Kind of him

Just try to love
Your fellow man

I went on a walk
In the neighborhood
In the mountains

I met a kind woman
She complimented me
And I did the same

I won't say what was said
Some things
I keep only for me
And don't even
Type them here

It was a wonderful walk

I heard the birds

And I picked up
The conversations
As I often do

Dream time

I turned left down the street

As I type
I am listening to
A recording
Of birds

I cannot remember where
It was taken
There are voices
In the background

On my walk this evening
The parrots squawked
Four flew close together

"Feed the birds"
She said
She was giving them seed
On her front porch

Through the trees
Of a front lawn
A woman in her kitchen

And on the corner
A man and woman
Surveyed the small trees
And plants on their lawn

And I am reminded
That this is America

This is a beautiful land
A beautiful land
And these people
Live in peace

And in these beautiful
Mountain homes

And aren't they blessed

And I prayed
For these people

Just like I prayed
For the people
At the gym

I did not know them
But I spent so much time
WIth some people
At the gym

They are my brothers
And sisters

We spent time
Doing the same activity
In our American gym

And everyday
You have food
And shelter
And some friends

Well be grateful

A life without goals

Why does my body
Feel akward?

That's just the way I feel

And why does the earth
Bore me?

It just does

And it's all a joke

Why should I care
About the accumulation
Of money

It's a short life anyway

And no
I won't
Work full time

The song
"He's got too much
Time on his hands"

Means they don't
Want you to drift
To do as you please

One should be
Productive
And accomplishing tasks

Like an automated automaton
I heard people say
Alot of different things

Most of what I heard
Sounded like
"Blah blah blah blah
Blah Blah blah
Blah blah blah
Blah Blah Blah"

My limbs weak,
My muscles soft
But my grip is strong

The world
Looks upon the man
Of Tao with disdain

And I saw
The elderly man
Staring at his lawn

That's all life mostly is
Just looking
And walking

Poor miserable
Dull man

I'm moving slow
Like a sloth
That's my plan

No plans
No goals
Just to drift

Most people
Will hate me
Well they hated
Jesus too

It's A Mean Old World
Nothing I can do

And as they spend their lives
Meeting deadlines and goals

I just sit around
And grow old

I'm poor
And I don't care

As I drove
In the darkness
I saw the colored lights
Of the fair

There I am
Sitting over there

Im a tired
******* of bones

And
Im also born to lose

But everybody
Wants to win
I hear it on
The radio and the news

And its sometimes fun
To love people
When you get
Apathy
Or comtempt
In return

A

Human Life
Is incredibly dull
And monotonous
At times

Never wanted a career

Never cared to do
Much of anything

I don't have a **** body
But I guess I don't care
You saw me
Laying on a log
Over there

What Would Life Be
WIthout Goals?

The shirt read

Well, It would be
Life Without Goals

And that would be my life

I have principles
But not goals

It's a world that doesn't care
A world that isn't fair

And I'm laughing
Yes I'm laughing

At my unattractive body
At these long limbs

Yes I'm laughing
Iim laughing

As I watch women
Pleasure themselves
On Chaturbate cams

I'm laughing
I'm laughing

Laughing at a body
That will not change
Into the form I desire

I'm laughing
I'm laughing

At my unfulfilled
****** desires

Yes I'm laughing
At a world
That doesn't care

And you saw me standing
Under a tree over there

I'm laughing
At the mistakes
Man makes over
And over again

Trillions of dollars
In debt piled
High to the sky

I don't flirt with women
I don't even try

I sat alone
I write these poems
Listening to U2

There is nothing
I can do
Except
Keep on
Keeping On

And as I walked
Into the gym

Did I see her
Hit the ****?

Medicinal marijuana perhaps
She was parking in the slot
For the handicapped

People keep asking
"How are you?"

My heart rate is fine
I look at the clock
It tells the time

And every now and then
I have a sip of wine

You made it to the gym
You sat on the bike
Now step three would be
To actually pedal

That would be exercise
What people typically do
At a gym

I love relaxing at the gym too

I'm just saying though
You should actually workout
At the gym sometimes

What is it
About my life
That makes it
Difficult at times?

I guess my akward body
And more importantly
Loneliness I guess

I am an Adult Miniature
Which means
I kinda sort am an adult

But too poor
To live by own
And support myself

But I do the things adults do
Like workout
And I sometimes go to work

And I feel kind of
Awkward sometimes

I will watch a movie now
Because I don't
Know any women
To hang out with

Well this is my life
The life of
An adult miniature

Rest In Peace
Michael C. Ruppert
(1951-2014)

I said a prayer
For you

I watched your documentary
That came out in 2009
And became interested
In your life

You had a good message
For human beings I thought

You talked about how
You walked with your dog
And saw how many smiles
You could get
On your walk

You talked about people
Being self-sufficient
And being able
To grow their own food

Then you went
And ended your own life

Why Michael?

You inspired me
And I won't give up

It's life that does
The killing

And nothing is ever fair

And I feel deformed
And trapped

And I'm standing over there

And I think I have
Alot of problems

And I don't know why

And sometimes I'll just cry

I look up at the sky

I hate that my left side
Is stronger than my right

And I'm tired of trying
Why do I even bother
Why do I even fight

And my head is on the right side
Of my body

Not in the middle
Where it is supposed to be

I guess it *****
To be me

And I walk here
And walk there
People blab and blab
But few really care

And I lift weights
Go to phsyical therapy
But nothing changes for me

My left back still
A bit larger than my right

And I don't know
Whether to
Laugh or cry

I certainly can
Be a lonely
And miserable guy

Nothing to do
Nothing to see

Who am i?
Woe is me

It's all the same
What a bore

Life seems
Not to have
Much meaning anymore

Sometimes i would just
Like to leave
This miserable earth

Live on another planet

I don't mean
To look
At ******
And pornographic
Images on the internet

But because I have
Never had a girlfriend
My needs are never met

Better not to dream
Of caring or
Loving women at all

I'll always be alone
Oh the misery of it all

I move kind of slow
And I'm not sure why
I do not know

Perhaps it is
The repetitiveness
Of this absurd show

Nowhere to rush
Nowhere to go

There was
A woman
At the gym

So strong and ****
Who deadlifts
Almost as twice as me

Kind and compassionate
What could be wrong
About breastfeeding
From her

All day long

I'm here to tell you
That there is
Really nothing

On this planet
To get excited about

Friends are fun
Nature is beautiful

But it's kind of
One big empty place

And people say this
And that

And here comes
Another day

Am I doing okay?

I spent alot of time alone
And I write these poems

I'm on my own schedule
Head in the clouds

And now I'm watching
Old Bond movies

Why?
Not sure why

Questions are usually
Followed by more questions

I would like
To go to Tibet
But I'm so poor

So I'll spend
In the local mountains

I'm not looking
For a full time job

Part time
Suits me fine

And I'm not moving out
I'll be here
Until society collapses
Or the end of days

Or until I'm old
Whichever of those three
Comes first

Oh you know
Life is some type of joke

I stopped trying
To make sense of life
A long time ago

One time
Followed by
The next time

Oh so strange
Do you know?

And in this body
I feel akward

My existence is absurd

It was nice to see
A friend
At the gym

We talked about
Our families
And how they have been

I don't feel that comfortable
In my own skin

Watched a video
About Tibetan Yogis

They are at peace
They let things be

And the therapist
Provided no answers

But it was fun
To visit with her

Pet the kitty cat
And listen to it pur

Now the previous
Four lines
Are not connected

In any logical way

And I am not connected
As I die another day

The world
Has not made any plans

Nor is it trying to meet
A deadline
Or a goal

It simply orbits
Around a sun

We do our thing here
And one day
We'll be done