Could it be
We
Are the Artificial Intelligence

satisfaction of pain
too many
glass walls

D  eliver

E  ach

S  oul

T  hrough

I  nevitable

N  atural

Y  earning

Dawn breaks quickly
How fragile the day ahead

gentle is the wind
softly screaming
as the sun dies

At the end of the pier
She's looking at me
A smile on her face
Shall I stay
Shall I leave

cascading through the storm surge
I reach for the vine
but drown in my addiction

Take time to breathe and enjoy
Don't forget
If you believe in reincarnation
This is your afterlife

pity lives unowned
lost at sea
forever alone

in the darkness
I sit
I wait
for what
I don't know
why are we here
we are surplus to requirements in a world that does not need us
all life has a purpose
except
humans
what do we contribute to the planet but grief
war
destruction
self interest
nothing of value to the existence of Earth
and yet
we have the arrogance to suggest we are the solution
GO FIGURE

the good life is a state of mind
relax a while see what you find
when you get the feeling right
you could be anywhere
from exotic lands
to your favourite chair

the vault is closed
leave now
my patience wears thin

Brought from the past
This future is not mine
Afraid to speak
It does not align
Brought from the past
I can't help but be here
Afraid to be me
This future insincere

P atience
U nderstanding
T olerance
I s
N on - existent


B uffoon
O r
R eally
I ncredibly
S mart


M eets
A ll
C riteria
R equired
O f
N apolean


B lasting
I nto
D emocratic
E ctoplasm
N ow


M adam
E xacts
R evenge
K eeping
E veryone
L our


T he
R esult's
U ntenable
M r
P resident

Dracula
Discovered
Deep
Decisions
Drain
Dramatically

In the beginning there was silence
Oh for the old days!

P             U            T             more into your life
a              n            o
t              d             l
i               e            e
e              r             r
n              s            a
c               t            n
e               a           c
                n            e
                d
              ­   i
                n
                g

Nothing but the truth we're told to believe
Shameless smiling faces unable to deceive
With their 24 hour views
Giving me 21st century blues

The fate of the hopeful....

                                               S    creaming

                                               T    owards

                                               A    ltered

                                               R    eality

Twilight sun
Air cold
Exhale life

Just suppose
Now
Is everything

behold the departure of summer
plays into autumns hands
the green is turning
winter leaves me cold

W   hat's
O   ur
R   ole
L   ife ?
D  eath ?

With a pen the artist creates their own truth

Earth - Goes on

(What is not broken cannot be fixed)

Man - Does not

(Who will defend us from ourselves)



The world will outlast generations.

When will computers decide we are redundant

J  oin
U p

S ave
T he
I  nnocent

C hoose
E mpathy

Red, green, yellow, blue
What are colours but a point of view

I appear to have misplaced my future
I knew where it was until recently
But now
I can't find it anywhere

Embrace the shadows for that is where natural beauty resides

J  oin
U p

S ave
T he
I  nnocent

C hoose
E mpathy

life should be lived
fleeting as the morning sun
ignore the doctrine
ignore no one
accept as is
'til the inevitable departure
the closure of night
the reveal of rapture?

Regrettably
Time
Doesn't
Alter
Reality

From the mirror's point of view
Truth or disguise
Drunk on images
The hangover effect
Relief or excuse

star burned moon
darkness is bleak
my breath is gone

D espite
E verything
A pparently
T his
H urts

Blue collar
White collar
Noose

purest intention
distraction exists
resist focus

Don't ......  Start
                   Terrifying
                    Ordinary
                     People

D oes
E very
S ingle
I ndividual
G et
N oticed
A ssessed
T agged
E very
D ay

How sad not to experience the design of nature if you are constantly looking for the sun

best step back
the world is crashing
the sky is crack'd
sea has gone weird
plants inverting
air insincere
people converting

best step back
it's not making sense
teach don't tell
alien unwell
i've lost track
no going back

Observing from space
All they see is failed intelligence driven by deluded hierarchy

To journey
To touch the language
To translate the invisible sword

The morning sun shines brightly on my pillow
That palm tree smell is coming on through my window
The sky is clear
No clouds in sight
That amber glow
Spreading its light
Yes
I think
It's going to be

A Beautiful Day

Sun in the morning
Heralds night
Elsewhere

Ahead is a clearing
Once designated for pleasure
Families, when they existed, would enjoy
The moment
Never to think it would end
Time was no longer a luxury
All was well in this world
The stirring of memories

views of the giraffe
kept by the elephant
freed by the wolf

Dreams fizzle out
Relinquished
Reborn

Begone all the nay sayers
I have risen to be me
No more will I be passed over
No truth I will not see
For life is mine
And I must live
As this is the only time I can give
To those who are sighing
What about tomorrow
Live like you're dying
Self pity
Is
Sorrow