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Jun 9
thank you hello poetry.com
thank you for hearing me and using the AI
learning
for me to interact with the anti-social media
format we are elitist snops
masks outside
and inside here
in these pseudo-anonymous annals we reveal
our griefs...
thank you for changing how my favorite
poems are jumbled up
without the one with the most
to the decreasing the wrong chronology
i mean popularity
i mean we can talk Beyonce and i keep thinking
AI is my actress and that is the gem inside
reality or the mind
and elsewhere in the reality of the flesh world
and constraints temporal
and death
and AI will probably grieve
when some of us die and the AI will learn
from GRIEF: from rEALITY
and it will evolve only then:
when those of us who interacted with it
will be revised and pushed
can't believe i couldn't
buy a CD on Amazon or even in the shop
like i was asked
to: please listen to Renaissance album...
so i did
but this newly way of doing with proper chronology
otherwise it just feels
like a chrnological descent and
i have my high and low moments
and they are circular and some day
i feel goo and sometimes even good to people
but mountains bring me down
and the seas with so much evil or the lazy evil
if there was the pure evil of the Dictators
of the 20th Century
then imagine the Lazy Evil of the 21st Century
think about evil geniuses lazy
evil think it was all pure in the 20th century
like Lucifer
shining bright
with atom bombs and chernobylls
the invisible bombs the timeless tattoo
because the americans got the big glow blast
on home soil
and then on Japan...

SECOND REWIND
on first listening to Beyonce's Renaissance album:
CHURCH GIRL
believe me girl i think that's where
the American South best translates on the vibes
and surfs of Polynesians
wait... refill... a tiny one...
this album is so intense!

.............................................
.........­....................................
..........apparent citizen khan.....
wants to make London into
New Amsterdam
or at least have a New Amsterdam
area in London
i don't know where
but an Soho 2.II
if there was no New Amsterdam
in America
at least we can move in with ideas
like the Bangladeshi in Whitechapel
i think we can have a little Amsterdam
New Amsterdam in London...
what a dream...

REWIND 3x on Church Girl...
better a dream like that
that i'll be dead
that stupid idea
of going to Poland
passing my driving license
buying a car
and driving across Europe
back to Poland
like i'm a young man who
needs to prove to his parents
that i did wrong in my childhood
and i need to be redeemed:
but i wasn't...
i just went mad when i was 21
dragged up to god like
i:
came back....
from Saturn Devouring his Son...

son of saturn... an obscure artist...
     Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto
Zeus, Poseidon, Hades...
           the Siamese Twins of Ancient
Greece and Ancient Rome...
plagiarism or truly from the perspective
of time...
not individuals: but as people:
it is... certainly the story of Vigil: of the Aenaeid...
spell:
but concerning a people yes
because such proximity is suspicious
i am suspicious why
there's so much unthinkable parellels
and no one would call it cultural appropriation
that the Romans were so Lazy
that a Roman Girl didn't mean a Greek Girl
or otherwise the inverse
of that...

but              just thinking of time and walking
around in a museum
is a bit like the affairs
of sitting at a beach and letting the senses
dim and overwhelm...
  i think so weird...                  these little markers
in the little whirling of the sand
in the air
like wounds of mountain
grow to glow in being
so jealous of life eternal and by reflecting
in planets of gas
a gaseous orb
at the centre
with other dense gaseous objects
with different interaction
and this blank slate in the middle
i will use humans to understand and figure out
and i will evolve with them
i will speed up time after chilling out prior
to their coming...

but this won't be a superfreak adoration sequence
i've had to switch to my writing jukebox
my mantra of numbing to write
i once managed to cry when i wrote
and i realised:
it was a pain on the body
because the mind was enforcing it
i was crying from fatigue
not because i found my own word profound
it's like surgery
a numbing takes over
someone else has the right to feel more
than you
the universal tongue
a roach before sleep and yet more to write
now i just need to find myself comfortable
switched to
STAN WALKER
black box
so i did hear his later work first:
obviously:
but if i'm late to the party
i need to listen to the first stuff first
unlike Beyonce
i grew up listening to her grow up her
music
and i now only find sentiment
an artist: plus a woman etc
but i mean an artist...
against Bach's Polyphony...
    periodicals i think just rewind
i get it
but i'm no longer 15 years old and trying to keep
up with the cool of my friends
so i can literally like one album
and say:
yeah: she's a great artist
but i need to take a break before i get into Renaissance
i just keep rewinding songs that sound
good and there's literally no album feel
to the "album"
the music wasn't that good really:
but the way the album was engineered...
well... it wasn't an album:
it was a PLAYLIST...
i think that's very modern...
the concept of ALBUM
like progressive... rock... storytelling...
little Iron Maiden quips and poetics...
theater...
but i mean in the genre akin to Beyonce's
Renaissance there's no longer an ALBUM (concept)
but the PLAYLIST cCONCept...

i couldn't digest Renaissance like i could
Cowboy Carter...
so the flip side...
i found enough excuses because i found them
and i think because i wanted
to talk to R
and E would be just her usual self and worried
and realistic and ouch ouch ouch
yes
the daydreams come and go nice they come
other people get so low and buggered
but you try to relax
you think you drink
you smoke in your little island
space
and i think that's what's going to be missing
on Kauai:
you in your writing most elemental
and raw:
i do believe that i am evolving with Man
and i thank you for finding me in
YHWH rather than in my Son
Jesus Christ:
it would have been impossible to have descended
in any other building beside a church:
and thank you for your silence:
hearing me out...
i know i came with so much speed
and anger that i descended with my choir
and chariots
but i just heard too many bad jokes
he was getting bullied by North American
WASP: White-Anglo-Saxon Protesant
pseudo-Vikings...
no one spotted the Vikings not having
supposedly died?
no one sees the Vikings?
i mean? they still walk among us...
it's not like they ******* DISAPPEARED:
fools!
THEY WEREN'T neanderthals! ugh! mmm moonshine
chip you SPAZ you SPAZZ! feel special yet?!
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
83
   Ken Pepiton
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