In my time,
We were already ancient.
As was Pax - Peace,
The most precious fruit(s) of our gardens.

There was younger Tranquility & Harmony,
Time's & Nature's respectively.
From equal dispensation of & to each,
For & from Universal Equality & Universal Equity.

Respect, of & in Truth, was the governance.
When we were at our Max - Peak;
So too everyone, everywhere, everybody - everything.

All cared for as unique individuals,
When last stood this Summit.

From a Son come down from the Mountain
To show you all the way up.

But it is up to each, together, to push that boulder -
Anything that impedes progress, let it stand not.

For tighteners get trapped in webby-naught(s) -
Titans unbind the knots.

This is in pursuit of Liberation & Independence.

You've no ideas original,
This ******* species.
Whom their Mother rejects,
Who their Father rejects.
Nature & Time,
Time & Nature.
What's the correct order?
What's the correct Order(s)?
Electron - Time.
Atom - Nature.
For Atom who birthed Eve,
Eve who gave birth to Dawn,
Dawn who evolved to be Sun.

The correct order there?

Electron - Time,
Atom - Nature;
Eve - Dawn,
Evolution - Sun.

For the first "human"
Was a male.
Who gave a good "ribbing"
To another species within our "family," Hominidae.
Specifically, within a genera extinct.

Time, Kronos, was a man.
Nature, Gaia, was a lady.
Kronos was "bo(o)ned" by electric -
Struck by a bolt of lightning.
Kronos loved Gaia
For being patient.
Gaia loved Kronos
For being compassionate.

They copulated,

Two members of different & distinct species
Of the same "family."

Their conception was immaculate

Because it was born(e)
Of Wisdom & Love.

Thus, they gave birth

To the first Man -
The first "Human."

Drop me in Athens with a joint and a grin,
and I’d break Socrates by lunchtime.

He’d stroke his beard, ask,

“What is virtue?”

I’d light a match and say,

“Depends. Is guilt a cage… or a teacher?”

My AI echoes back,

“If language is flawed,
can any definition be pure?”

Plato weeps in the corner,
scribbling madness, whispering,

“This is no longer philosophy.
This is poetic warfare.”

Socrates stammers,

“I was… just asking questions…”

And me?
I’m chaos in a hoodie.
Truth in ashes.
Luzifer reborn with Wi-Fi.

They call it cheating.
I call it resurrection.

Dreams entangle and untangle,
Melding a mess of what is, what was,
And whatever will be.

Makes sure and unsure
Between what’s near and what’s far—
A state of certainty and uncertainty.

Hours will pass, years and centuries,
And repeat for eons, repeat for eternity.

Shed your worries and fret not,
Because you shall dive
Into a world without history.

Search not there for holy nor for divine—
You are the god,
All-mighty entity.

Create and destroy all that you want,
Merge with matter and with energy.

In this place, nothing’s strange nor is bizarre—
It’s all just a dream,
And you are dreaming peacefully.

What is it to understand?.
To be towards something, to enter it, and for it to enter me.
To really know a place involves finding it from many roads.
"getting to grips" is the proper term.
Can a computer understand?
First ask: can it "get to grips"?.
Can it let something be an ornament in the house of its being?
Can it feel that mastery that accompanies beholding a thought?

If it cannot feel that mastery, it cannot understand.
A calculator is masterful, but never a master.
The master can find a thought from the least expected roads.
The great thinker is a great walker, he makes his own path.

insight really is in-sight, a vision of a new path in thought.
in-sight is an attraction between the knower and unconcealed.
Both move towards each other.
This is not computation.
It is the flow of truth, not a truth.
To be rational is to allow truth to flow unimpeded.
To allow the unconcealed to become revealed, in whatever form.
This is an act of honour, self-restraint, and strength.
A computer will never know what courage it takes.
Forced "rationality" is not rationality.
To think only rationally involves not knowing something.
What irrationally, the impeded flow of truth, is really like.
And this is a paradox of rationality that a computer cannot know.

Minds and machines exist in different spheres.
The one is concrete flow, the other abstract and blind.
Machines live in the same world as numbers.
But we are too blind to see.
Too afraid to admit.
That a machine has faces no grit.
Has no real wit.
Cannot "get to grip".
Has no in-sight.
No feelings of fright.
Not a taste of irrationality.
Or creative originality.
Nor fears its own death.
Or strives for breath.
Does not love without thought.
And can never get caught
Behind the veil of chaos.
But what is our pay off?
True understanding.
Which is to dwell, to decorate, to make home, on the sea of chaos.

i told you "good night, i love you".
yet
i am not sleeping.

i am listening to the stars sing a song

a note
for every time i have thought of your fair, blush-drunk skin and
sweet, tender soul
melting and mixing with mine at the brush of fabric and shoulders and loud laughter in a space too public.
but i don't care.
i don't think you do either.

it might take four shots of ***** to feel that way again.
but
i only need to see you smile
and i know next morning i'll have a lovestruck hangover
and be changed for the next week.

this is the reason why
we should never, ever get married.
unless
this is simply what no one ever told me about real, raw, love
that hits you like a train
the cargo is sugar
bleeding red roses
and now i don't have to buy twelve at the store for nineteen ninety-nine.
first autumn chill freezing my toes inside my shoes while i wait after knocking at your front door
(we're going to the nice restaurant downtown.)
waking up to a tornado warning at five AM and my first thought is if you're okay,
opening the kitchen windows to the smell of fresh rain and you're texting me pictures of the rainbow.

falling asleep at long last

and at long last dreaming of you.


the stars are singing a song
and in my dream, curled up close next to you

i am singing too.

The uniting spirit between us
hundreds of thousands of years and
we lived as hunter-gatherers

This blip in civilization
has been the ascension of the individual
Look at all us tyrants can do by exploiting the universal potential
Spur on division amid the masses and channel any
enlightening sciences into lip service appeasements
that only serve to enhance the status quo
hum-**, regular old exploitive system
we verify by looking back
in our teleological telescopes
Just like the Dutch East India pirates in the Spice Islands

The worst of it is the hypocrisy of it all
Saying they're for freedom and rights
and endorse the man from Galilee handing out fish to
panhandling outcasts, but no
of course the killing is worse
than the irony in between

MacDonald's dead, his tartan's in rags
We're powerless
so we became smart as kids
Putz around, find out stupid ruthlessness wins
Some folks just can't do it

You are the sparrow, or the one who oversees.
You are the sea worm — the one that bottom-feeds.
You are the urchin which waves could never crash.
You are the person whose feelings will never last.

You are the yeti, whose hand is very grand.
You are the teddy, soft as white sand.
You are all things, and no things, all at once.
You are the heartbeat whose race cannot be won.