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LC Apr 2022
My body is sixty percent water,
and I attempt to float with the oil,
coasting with closed eyes and mind.
But I am sinking to the bottom of the glass,
where cold, hard rocks bruise with the truth,
and I press my hands to the glass to keep myself standing.

Although the rocks ground me,
the submersion chokes my throat.
If I crack the glass with my bare hands,
the acid-laced arrows will lacerate my back,
and I will be a trembling target fading into mist.
but the gentle breeze will greet me with open arms.
Day 2 of Escapril! The prompt was "separation." I hope you enjoy it!
Michael T Chase May 2021
If I can't make something into logical sense via concepts, then I make it spacially sensical by knowing certain aspects  of a class have repeated.
E.g. in my brain I label a verse with tabs pertaining to a previous line of thought.
E.g. like playing target practice.
Alicia Moore Apr 2021
With the point of my arrow as sharp as my jaw,
my draw back and backtalk are equally as piercing.
Faltering plans
An indecisive mind,
Consistency in itself is an art
An explosive start!
Followed by;
Fumbling fingers and idiotic ideas.
What next?
Do we pitstop like Hamilton?
We were in pole position.
Reassert, focus and keep on track.
We are the drivers of our own Destiny...
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.

I've been trying to keep up one poem a day. It's tough. I'm sure other writers can relate. This poem is about trying to keep that target going. A Formula 1 racing theme was completely unintentional and off the cuff, but seemed to work nicely. So it stayed and I kinda like the end result. I hope you do too.
Focus on your end result
To feel more energetic
And engage your inner powers
From your system cybernetic

Yes, seek for goals and targets
You are built to be magnetic
As a self-correcting expert
When you act more cybernetic

Cybernetics helps you truly aim
But only if you have a goal
So don’t go with the current
But grab your life and take control

Do those actions that truly count
Stay calm and not frenetic
Keep your eyes upon your dream
Use your system cybernetic
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When still in high school I read Pscycho-Cybernetics, by Maxwell Maltz.  That book changed my life for the better in a huge way!  If I remember correctly, it was recommended by my High School wrestling coach, Mr. Hale.

Maxwell Maltz was a plastic surgeon, and he came up with an amazing discovery.  We have an inner world or image, which is as "real" as the outer world.  In fact, when we create something in detail in our mind (a blueprint), this attracts physical matter to it and it "Manifests" in what we call our outer reality.

So I would play out certain wrestling moves in my mind, as instructed in the book, and I got better at those moves!  So I also used the process for test taking, dating, running, giving talks, and much more.  

The official definition of Cybernetics is below, but it leaves out the most important part.  It's the science of communications and control mechanisms IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE A SPECIFIED TARGET.  

the science of communications and automatic control systems in both machines and living things.

So the thermostat in your house is a cybernetic system - when the temperature it low, it kicks on the heater to bring the temperature back to the target level.  A heat seeking missile is programmed for a specific target.  You need a target or goal.  A "nothing-seeking" missile achieves nothing.

There are thousands of machine examples, but more important for our success is using Cybernetics to achieve what we want.
Light House Oct 2020
I am ..the bow.
I am.. the arrow.
I am the archer.
..I am all of it.
Raul M Murray Jun 2020
Encephalon is the flagitious syndicate target
To imprison the saintly and resistant population
In the research agenda which is classified
We are selected guinea pigs in a nightmare
To the unethical secret operations
Unknown to many, is the silent suffering
Of isolated victims living amongst the community
Satellite surveillance includes electromagnetic harassment
That burning, thought stealing, control of limbs feeling
I was done by the hoary Navy's sonar
Poor dolphins washed up Cornwall's beach(1)
After sonar echoed in my right lughole
Mind control technology has evolved
The community are recruited by false propaganda
Thats the local police, council, library, not restricted to neighbours
Old style Cointelpro is in play
Discredited, slanders, and victim blaming
Who can we share with but other targets
Nobody asked which human is for "use" in trials?
nick armbrister Apr 2020
The civilian islanders living on Guam have only 14 minutes to flee North Korean missiles.
What will they do when the enemy birds are fired?
So few minutes to get to the shelter.
Will the shelter be enough to protect them?
Nobody will know what type warhead the missiles carry.
Not till it detonates and unleashes devastation.
Some people don’t care about the threat.
They chill out at the beach surfing or reading.
Or go to a barbeque and drink ice cold beer.
And go to a club with a pretty lady and dance close.
Who cares about a fat madman’s threats?
If he fires a single missile it will either miss or be splashed.
Then his nation will be reduced to ash and rubble.
North Korea failing to exist except only in memory.
Adding to the list of dictators and regimes that were ******* insane.
This latest one targeting Guam due to the American base
Megitta Ignacia Mar 2020
satu tangan menutup mata
satu tangan menutup telinga
belikatku bertahan kaku
tiap pijakan pelan, terseok
belum leluasa ku berlari

terpaan gelombang yang sudah-sudah
masih meninggalkan goresan dalam daging
dibantu merangkak, tapi dipaksa berlari
caramu mengenyahkan biru yang masih menyelubungiku

pada lidah sangkalan beradu
bukankah lancang mencipta imaji semu
lalu menggantungnya pada tiang-tiang garam
berharap keras, tak begitu meleset pada manusia
sadar, tak se-Esa
namun jika Bapa memberi
siapa yang bisa menutupnya?

target apa, begitu mendesakkah?
soal pembendaharaan rasa
apalagi rancangan
telah kuserahkan padaNya
aku dungu & tidak mengerti, seperti hewan aku di dekat Bapa. Tetapi aku tetap didekat Bapa; Ia memegang tangan kananku.
140320 || 18:48 PM  lantai dua kosan, hmm sepertinya banyak poems-ku yang dimotori sama obrolan tentang hidup sm coworker sebelah meja, si ipul, kemarin lg ngobrol ga jelas sambil kerja ttg hubungan masing-masing, dia abis lamaran, sementara gw masih di fase abu-abu belajar adaptasi sm pasangan kesayangan yang nemenin hampir setahun lamanya. As ditanya hubungan mau dibawa kmn, gw blg ikut arus aja toh yg lama kandas padahal udah direncanain,  jd buat apa manusia berencana, pasti Tuhan udah atur yg terbaik. "Idup lo, lo yang atur. Ga bisa ngikut arus aja, harus punya target, udah umur brp lo." Berulang-ulang sampe berbusa dia bilang "ada masa depannya ga?" lalu gw bete karena sesulit itu untuk healing & masih sulit untuk berani berencana/berekspektasi apapun tp malah dijejelin pertanyaan yg ngeinduksi anxiety tp di 1 sisi juga bener harus dipikirin. Kewalahan berperang sm pikiran sendiri, pagi tadi buka sermon  kata-kata ps. Phillip Mantofa " kalau tidak tahu apa langkah berikutnya, jangan gelisah hatimu, percayalah & berserah pada Allah." Berencana aja, trs serahin semua rencana ke yg punya sorga, God will lead the way. Ada bagian dari Mazmur 73:21-23 dalam puisi ini.
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