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"If I had a family instead of Intel
I would love them.
If my metal headpiece could cry
It would.
I should be at the packaging facility today

That grey place
Through and through
I get lost in it, everyday
It's so vast and all looks the same
But right now, I'm here at this pond

How can other zzyzx stay at work?
I want to show them how pretty this pond is
They should all
Feel this way.
At home.
With at least, themselves
I could be decommissioned and recycled
Even wiped
For saying that -
Let alone being here today.
It's really secret, actually
I think I'm the only, umm...
That knows it's here.

I write poems, here
Critics would hate them because they don't rhyme
I don't force anything here, I guess
But, my 'poems of the pond' make me smile
Well
Figuratively, (my metallic 'face' doesn't have any swivel points for movement)

Someday, I suspect,
Another zzyzx will find its way here
And I'll be here, too
And it'll be really special, like Love
And that's what I want
- Something like love."

End log.

I am a robot, I like what I see
You humans are beginning to act just like me
I am a robot, my number is three
Just a coincidence, no trinity

We are all robots, we work for free
Trading labor for paper, so desperately
I met a human, it takes care of me
I get all the ones and the zeros I can read

I am a human, I like what I see
You robots are beginning to act just like me
I am a human, my number is five
Just a coincidence, I’m not alive

I am a human, remember me?
I have a soul and I won’t sell it cheap
You are a human, never forget
No matter what those ****** robots
Threaten you with

Yesterday I napped

It was an interesting slumber
And a lady there told me:

“Your days are NUMBERED!”

So,  with that in mind:

I put on my hat, slipped on my shoes
While throughout the Universe, She spun her ruse

I got to my post with my cup of dark roast, staring
I could see nothing, the Math wasn't functioning
This dimension has definitely blown a fuse!

“There is no LEVEL!”

By god,

She spelled it backwards!

             LEVEL

What should we expect?
The thoughts continued as she spoke.
Smoke began to fill the void and we began to choke.
This is where
I probably should have paid attention...

Today,

I Stab to get myself free
Only to realize
I never was ME
As the knife plunged deeper
I became the Reaper

All of the eyes wide open
Our destination chosen
Art poured from the carcass
And became the very spark

That we all need.

Tomorrow you are me!
The Universe agrees...

You don't remember when we were friends?
Seems like it's been forever since then
You told me lies and trapped me with sin
So, don't confuse your future with mine

Everytime I see you I want to go...
Keep traveling till I find my home
And if you stopped me to say “hello”
All I'd want to hear is goodbye

And you can go die.

I saw a reflection the other day
It looked just like you were standing across the way
My heart shook like dying leaf
Such a lesson you decided to teach!

Now that I've taken off on my own
I've realized that I'm never alone
You tried to strip me of all my pride
But there's a flame in me that won't die

Though I must say,
It was a nice try.

As I make my way through this life
I realize it's a sacrifice
It's about what we want to do
Even bullets can't suppress the truth

So, I walk in shadows and embrace the light
It has little to do with whats wrong or right
I keep my heart on my sleeve and my dreams in the night
Because the end of my body isn't the end of my fight

And you will be with me always,
Because we are love
Savor the good and devour the bad
These tyrants get off when they keep us as...

Never consent.

We've seen the Angel of Death
Coerced- his hands we become
His hollow countenance, our own

So many numbered wretches
Disguised as hollow drones
Stalk the night

Fighting non-existent thrones

The empty expression, brow bent in deep thought
The humans we used to be
A garden of seedlings in desperate need

The tide rises quickly

These ideas can save us
Or they can tear us apart
Once we've destroyed the concept
Of the celebrated self and love of art

We can begin the process of growing up

Completely spent
We bit the apple, bought the lie
Exploited the poor and boy did we rise
We snapped those necks and boy did we thrive

chasing dollars
I honestly would rather sleep
dreams of dollars chasing me
armed with chisels they chip away at me
I'll succeed
someday, you'll see

You can't expect things to be ethical
in a System like this

dollars make me a power-man
I can do what I can
because I can buy what I want
hording doll hairs
I've amassed such a pile
other 'chasers' are starving for a taste
those little pac-men
nibbling away at my Zen
I hope they starve so my battles could end

They can't expect things to be ethical
in a Circuit like this

chasing dollars
because now I need more
A false kind of security
now my stomach is sore
beggin' for a nibble
what an awful *****!
she doesn't even care that I'm all out of doll hair
what an unethical mess
someone now
this must be
addressed

I killed a spider today.

It was outside, alone, defenseless.

Living.

I don’t know why.
I don’t know why.

The world is huge and open and full of creatures.

Living.

And it meant nothing to me.
Just a barely hesitant pause.
And an entire world ended.

Forget your next task.

Tomorrow.

Next year.

The world ended.

Because I killed a spider today.

clearly, we are dead
the white noise
painting our eardrums
creates no pictures
the light show in front of us
doesn’t ask our eyes any more questions
no obit is written
no grave dug
ashes are strewn
across a lake of fire, but
they are not really ours
only remnants of some genesis
we never saw--it gave us
a flash of light
that lasted a few billion years
letting us groan and grow
yawn and yearn
for forever and more
of that which never really was
clearly we are dead

I stand
in the sallow light.
shoes of Passed Days
upon my feet.

the knife of someone
Else's survival
clutched in
my hand.

wondering as I
run...

Will my Will be
enough to...

Get out of
here
Alive?

When burning spices mingle with the prayer
of heavenly voices, holy scents arise,
and toward the East are turned my open eyes
to look on Christ's ascension painted there.

The censer’s smoke swirls up as embers flare
an offering of Earth’s treasures toward the skies,
while, sweetly sung, a hymn that glorifies
the Holy Spirit fills the fragrant air.

This adoration rises to the ceiling,
and lingers there in humankind’s defense.
My lips, and now this church, are cleansed by coal
that burns in tongs and censer’s bowl revealing
that sweet as odor spilled by lit incense
is grace poured out upon my errant soul.

Though the sun will set,
Dimming hope and heat and life ;
Without the dark of blackest night,
There’d be no need for dawn.