#chip
Spy pigeon, oh spy pigeon,
perched high across my window
Bio engineered and slave,
Remote robot to unseen
master's master's whims
Chip in brain, camera in eye,
satcoms under its feathers
But Nature still reigns,
for here comes lady pigeon,
and off they flew and never return
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 1:00 AM UTC
If you feel sad depressed anxious breathe walk drink water, squeeze lemon in it bit honey relax. Ask the universe creating powers to show you what you cannot see and what it wants you to see to understand.
Just repeat: "This too shall pass, "rejoice true love never really leaves us it bonds with us if we let it and keep doors open.
Be thankful for what it is there's always a karmic reason for the pain a loss causes. Opportunity arises though when least you expect it.
Only make sure you know what you want for yourself, present and future.
If you fail to visualize the future and write it down,make goals, check points crossroads avert slippery slope if it drags along.
Do not despair. If you feel threatened
You are a winner if aware if such evil lurking.
.how do I know this !? Because I didn't understand the warning signs and lost it all slippery slope style. Don't let it happen to you..
I've never owned a house but made a home for my girls and me nothing though had permanence but one can build bonds in heart mind and spirit soul that last a lifetime.
The dangers of possible slippery slope for my life was once upon a time fortold in our book of life..by my true love warnings about it.
I was just too naive and young to avert such tragedy..
I was saved by my Photographic memory chip; reading all the love bestoad to me did keep me safe.
Love feeling loved, stopped my slippery slope even though all that's saved is my life,as everyone else faded away.
Like a candle light are our dreams and in the vast universe we are but candles in the wind spelling Love.
Beware if you notice your life is being robbed by jealousy envy and greedy entities. Turn the tables.Do something do move, fly away, don't be a sitting duck, for those who envy you wish to destroy you. Don't wait for evildoers culprits yo change by your loving them in their wrong doings
Lead loved one but leave them to choose their path.
Awareness action correct speech and understanding with comoassion is key..
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Moral lesson: For all us heartbroken,-Choose a heart of gold a forgiving heart for a lifetime mate beware of kind men many are there but are evil within. The unkind ride playing hard to be are the real ones owning a heart of gold they hide. Fight for love inside your heart & understand who left you behind and why, so you can fix it, and don't sing like me, "Fall to pieces."
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By: Karijinbba 🌲🗽👪💔🛸🗿
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 11:29 PM UTC
Little chip
bottomless dip
but is it?
Does nature has
a hole or a slit?
Tap in logic
it's ******
For instance dig in
mathematically instill
a finer silicon chip
but where is the slit?
It springs
digital and now AI magic.
Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 6:23 PM UTC
Excuse me, sir
Can I buy a bit of time?
Death day is coming fairly soon
Looking at stars, I could read the signs
Slicing scythes through souls
To leave a hole in my whole being.
Without any modification still,
I feel a broken existence is all they're seeing.
That's not to say this life is shallow
But the targets I am aiming just end up breaking
When my points are sitting hollow.
Sir, if I could have a moment more,
My life fluid dripping from my heart
Puddling the bathroom floor.
No one tends to notice, no one stops
Today, I kick the bucket. Tomorrow, they just mop.
Forgetting to be human
To all other human beings,
Writing cries but no one's reading.
Please, if I could have a second...
Okay, no hand wavering, I get it.
Just let me close my eyes
Drifting into another spectrum.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
i wish my brain has chip
so i can stop repeat
those memories...
my heart is faster beat
my mind still on repeat
i want to take this chip
i want delete a creepy vibe
i wanna change my memory
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
Findings,
menu, commands,
controls and in it a
chip of solace.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
THEY make you feel special-
and then leave as if you were nothing more than a bag of trash.
THEY tear you down without even knowing it-
slowly chipping away the pieces most prized to you.
THEY sink you to the bottom-
and only then do they leave so you’re left drowning;
watching them float back up;
wondering how they manage to be completely fine after wrecking your life.
THEY lie and steal-
parts of your heart and carry it with them as trophies of all the people they’ve hurt.
THEY make empty promises-
they seem solid, but in reality are nothing more than hot air.
THEY are the **** of the earth-
and they reel you, offering you the world knowing that’s exactly what they’re going to strip from you...
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
I search for some decor
to pretty up my house
A headboard, some dead boards
or maybe a couch?
The said so to do it
on public TV
my kitchens not pretty
as pretty as can be
But what will the neighbors
think of my design?
they'll report to the magazine
that it's beautiful and sublime!
Some ship lap, some sconces
all wrapped in a bow
i will trend till tomorrow
then die all alone
Rip it all down
Says Chip and Joanna
They are more popular
Than Hanna Montanna
They live on a ranch
an take millions to make
a spectacular suprise
for a couple to take
We all laugh an cheer
at Chip's child like antics
Which makes great TV
as Joanna gets Frantic!
Do Chip and Joanna really
care about you?
As long as the station
gets ten million views
They tell us to fix it
even though it's not broken
go shop till you drop
and spend every token
Buy that cool sign
made from cheap yellow plastic
The richer get richer
but, our wall looks fantastic!
Do not give in
to the big corporate greed
there are sick, hungry people
and starving mouths to feed
so every cent spent
on the corporate wealth
helps the richer get richer
and we go to stealth
Wake up and see vanity
is causing distress
don't give in to pressure
of this corporate mess!
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
how odd
even quaint
you, the paint chip
that i press against the wall
and have pressed against the wall
(and maybe will press against the wall
but
hopefully not
but
probably
but
hopefully not
but
probably)
and i would like
very much
for you
to stay pressed
holding to that perfect bit
of open space
so shaped to you
and your edges
but instead you lean
outwards
peering
not want to wear uniformity
and so you will
and so how bravely
that you, the paint chip
stand out
so caught in glory
that you don't see
i could make a bag of they, the paint chips
that you don't see
i'll just strip the whole wall
and layer it fresh
with paint
that doesn't talk back
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
In every thought
in every laugh and
every subtle joke with
every step I take
in the morning when I wake
when I turn the key of my home
when I pick up my phone
hoping it's you and I feel a tiny gleam
of hope in my heart... Aching to bloom.
In all things of beauty
every sparkling star.
The shuffle of your stride,
the moonbeam in the dark
The smell of fresh cut grass in the park
The sounds of love surround me and I wonder how I shall escape them when I wake...
And then, in my sleep, they creep in
like thieves, robbing me blind... And I feel you close enough to touch and smell your heat.
These are the ties that truly bind...
No lifestyle, no submission, ********** or ****** act of contrition...
Rather the subtle pressure of your hand on my wrist, professing that while it is over now, it was never casual, it was significant and with hope's most earnest desire.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
My daughter fell in love with a potato,
"A potato.......
My mind was confused and my face was a picture...
of why would someone ever love a potato?
I asked this myself in my head then out loud.
My darling how have you a fondness for a potato?
*He is the only one for me he is so soft and never
has a chip on his shoulder..*
A chip? really, how did you meet my little lady.
He was just mulling around in a mash pit,
The music was the spud rock and he was my root.
I will have to meet you new boyfriend,
Dad, I love Barry, he even let me wear his jacket
it was so fluffy inside...
Fathers out there would have the same look on
their face as I do now!!!!!
"OK, as I was waiting impatiently to see this lad.
She walked in hand in hand, I just gave the daddy
look, hi Barry he stared in a starch looking gaze.
my daughter spoke "I'll just get my bag,
I spoke in my sternest voice,
"Barry if you don't treat my daughter right,
"Lets just say ill mash you up, understand....
And then they left not the gentlemen of before
no jacket to lend her, just walking out the door
like he had just been roasted by my words...
Hours had past worry in my thoughts then my
daughter came back, tears in her eyes.
"What ever was the matter my darling?
*"He had steamed off because I wanted to know
why he never leant me his jacket,*
"He said I was being a dumpling with him,
*"So I told him you were right and that he had
a chip on his shoulder, he replied I was fried,*
I told her that potato's can be a little mashed, and
a chip they will always have, because you cant change
a potato they will always have a little starch inside...
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
So maybe we can hide,
all the others meet
over on the better side.
Maybe all these chips in me
are just because we're tired.
So maybe we're out of time,
all our love, it fleets
over to the other side.
Maybe all these chips in me
are caused by our desire.
So maybe we have younger hours,
where we broke one day
yet never gave up to the cowards.
Maybe all these chips in me
were made by who we are.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
Make me feel like somebody new,
Somebody that wakes up and doesn’t feel as though they convey the weight of the world
on their remarkably un-muscular shoulders.
Make me feel like somebody who does have muscular shoulders,
at least then, the daily scuffle may feel somewhat manageable.
Allow me to wake up, make up and persevere with my day.
Let me feel as though every word that emanates from my mouth
was not the wrong thing to say.
When the tone of my voice seems stupidly louder than intended,
and I push away people I’m lucky to have befriended.
I’m not always like this.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
Rolled into town
With a chip on my shoulder
Big as a boulder
Footloose and free
I went to my woman
I stood there and told her
I thought we should fold her
Now it's just me
Love isn't easy
It's more than a game
You play what you're dealt
And there's no one to blame
Do something wrong
It's more of the same
Love isn't easy for me
NO....Love isn't easy for me
Needed some time
Found an old city bar
me and my guitar
Had two shots and a beer
Had me a drink
From an old, cracked fruit jar
Thick as coal tar
What it was, wasn't clear
Love isn't easy
It's more than a game
The players may change
The result's still the same
Think too hard on it
It'll drive you insane
Love isn't easy for me
NO...Love isn't easy for me
Went to the jukebox
Put some cash in
It was just then
my phone, signalled me
My ex said hey baby
Let's try it again
I counted to ten
It's my guitar and me
Love isn't easy
It's a new kind of hell
You think you're ok
But, you never can tell
Instead of in love
I wish I'd just fell
Love isn't easy for me
NO...Love isn't easy for me
Rolled into town
With a chip on my shoulder
Big as a boulder
Footloose and free
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
caked with wet empty dread
gnawing for moist marrow
i see white lies in your eyes boy (child) clown with lobotomy ice picks
driven through (dripping)
he screams at me (crawling on ceiling)
the grand cosmic joke
no one's laughing (head turns)
ugly dead frozen little boy girl *****
(who is really the specimen)
i **** it (her) {him} [me]
raw till no longer can hear death rattle
raw sour note (bleeding)
bone chips
saw you eat me in my dreams
fried raw and ******
(my liver and onions get you drunk)
pounding some incessant f note
on **** little black dress keys
till dust till dusk till we do part
silly tell tale heart
only haven't buried me yet
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
I want to be your chocolate chips.
Frankly, you are the cookie.
You are plain and sweet,
Perfect really.
You accept any topping or ingredient.
She is a box of raisins.
You two could mix
Be a great team
But she doesn't make you pop.
She can't accentuate your true sweetness
Your beautiful simplicity
Your strength. I want to be your chocolate chips
I want to go through the fire with you
Melt into you
Like she never could.
And I want to make you shine
Because the sweetness in me might just bring out the perfection in you.
So I guess what I am trying to say
Is that if you want to have raisins
I could have that cookie too
But I'm really craving chocolate chip.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Strep throat. Out of nowhere really. I went to a meeting on Friday, interviewed at PaperSource on Saturday afternoon, and then just slightly later an awful toothache. I never suspected anything so out of the ordinary to occur. Saturday night, two to four a.m.ish, i thought it was caffeine pills, or not drinking enough water, or even, worst of the worst, an attack of hypochondria. I kept lighting up Marlboros though, tasty red branded things that make writer's mouths happy. Two days in and I'm pretty sure my ***** are a fever below my body, droopy like snoopy. Super soft droopy ***** that's a sure sign of a fever or a great BJ they taught us in 6th grade science, and I wasn't getting my favorite ice cream social.
I hadn't talked to the gf in a couple days, and missing her company I made the phone call only discover that my voice had turned into a baby turtle shouting English from the bottom of a stuffed baked potato. Garbled. Discussing. Useless. I promptly hung up, and began texting. But it was too late she heard me and called back, and I had to give it all I had to put together a few words.
An hour later I was dropped off at the ER, the benefits of Medicaid at 30 is never being able to just go to the doctor's office. Within 2 hours they told me it was strep. Four nurses, two residents, one first day resident, and a 2nd year resident, and the ER doctor for a swab and a spray, and the take home Z-pack.
Then she said she'd come over even though I was sick. That's real love. "If I get sick from you, it's still worth it." 3 days on antibiotics, no more sore throat, I feel great- I think tomorrow I'll be having an ice cream social for someone who I love dearly. Maybe we'll even skip the ice cream.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC