"Digital Error" / "Blind People"

By Arcassin Burnham

Inside the machine,
fake ads inside the machine,
Promises inside the machine,
Hopelessness inside the machine,
False love inside the machine,
Taxes pending inside the machine,
Fake news that you see on t.v they're posting everyday
inside the machine,
Edited videos inside the machine,
There are ghost inside the machine,
Mislead media inside the machine,
Copy voices inside the machine,
Paying music inside the machine,
hypnosis inside the machine,
Don't use your voice cause they could hear
on the other side of machines.
I do not compute , to this stupidity,
Even though I have half a brain and I don't
have my diploma don't mean that I'm
gullible,
Just means that I'm acceptable in this
matrix , how can you stand to take this?
While you stand around lying to yourself,
Needing no help , need a lot help,
But you won't cry for help,
They make you pay taxes in this machine,
Their killing black people in this machine,
The things that see in this world isn't real
and the food is fake , the whole real is a
machine,
They put a lot stress on your plate for diner
Of satan , its more than you really could
keep,
We have to revolt and take it to corporates if you know what I mean.

/

How do you find the pieces to your own
puzzle?
How could you make all of this make
sense?
Are you afraid that the world will end and
you won't get to tell your friends,
And family how much you love them when
you know your world will end?
Paralleled earth , its bout' time we huddle
up,
Ignoring what you can't hide is simply
not an option,
All the demons , all the bickering, you
could simply give it up,
Or end in an endless pit of self destructing
concoctions,
Blind people,
Blind blind people wanna ignore it,
Can't confront the inner demons if you
always run from it,
Most high is out there letting her pain go
to strummin',
Picked up those lessons and thats word
to miss Lauryn.


©Abpoetry2019

By Arcassin Burnham

Please,
Could you take me away from here, I need a s.o.s.
Stay,
I need a place to satisfy me, my love could you try me.
Pacing different places aligning with different faces
Pertaining to me saying this is not my pure Oasis,
Could you find me in this simulation lingering from the stages,
Of a dark mental psychosis that I'm learning in these pages,
Peace ain't far away.

Stay with me and I'll take you to the wonderland,
Peace ain't far away.
Jump down the rabbit hole,
The aces will unfold,
Peace ain't far away...

Don't you ever let the pieces fall,
Don't you regret it all,
Peace ain't far away in these Halls,
Pacing different places aligned with different faces,
Just like your ex's, do you regret them all?..

Stay with me and I'll take you to the wonderland,
Peace ain't far away.
Jump down the rabbit hole,
The aces will unfold,
Peace ain't far away.


©abpoetry2019

Life is but the blink of an eye,
Death is the real adventure

dedicated to all the better poets here...*


don't know much about a quatrain
don't know how to write a refrain,
surely could not compose a
courtyard elegy
maybe after
and still untilled,
I been buried,
'n checked out
the neighborhood competition...

as for limerick,
that is Dr. Seuss
and Ogden Nash's shtick
with whom, eye,
a believed descendant,
cannot compete...

Oh dear me,  
no ode node-ed within,
as for a pastoral,
kinda hard to feat,
where I live,
a pastoral is grass cracks
surviving under,
breaking through to the other side
of concrete and blacktop rulers

Maybe one of you
will haiku,
send us a senryu,
send off, see ya!

the doc once diagnosed
a severe case of inflamed iambic pentametery,
with antibiotics and a diet of Hamletery,
was cured most satisfactorily

this silly pen-man-sinking-ship
ain't capable of dat,
boy how 'bout
an epitaph
for a graveyard stone,
should be plenty of room...
as it will be plenty short...

all eye see and all eye know
is vignettes that birth in me
walking down the street,
that's my bread and butter,
my soul's delicacies...
and moments that recorded
here, for a posteriored posterity,
as noted in my all my living
testaments,
drinking and spilling the vin,
from the uninvented igniting vignettes
that consecrate and connect our
knowing each other though odds are
we will never meet...we can yet
drink together
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"Don't know much about the French I took.
But I do know that I love you,
And I know that if you love me, too,
What a wonderful world this would be."