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i given nothing
i abandoned
i adopted
i dropout
i garage
i Apple
i NeXT
i Pixar
i Apple

i pilfered i
i invented i
i produced i
i market i
i retail i
i am i
i am
i

i tech beauty
i consumer fetish
i whom you love
i sleekest widgets
i Toy Story
i Macintosh
i macbook
i Lisa
iTunes
iPod
iPhone
iPad
i more

i rebel
i genius
i visionary
i entrepreneur
i world changer
i exceptionalism
i capital market hero
i bigger then business
i cool capitalism

i myth
i "the man"
i worker
i employer
i boss
i thief
i savior
i billionaire
i venerated
i vanity

i Buddhist
i prophet
i redeemed
i 1 in 300 million
i America
i sing the pathos
i am the creed
i define the ethos
i  Steve Jobs

i amassed riches
i accolade crowned
i ingratiate world

i virtue
i success
i creativity
i favored
i Midas
i bedeviled
i tested
i afflicted
i retire

i human
i mortal
i succumb

i eulogized
i leave legacy of i
i am an MBA case study
i employed workers
i peddled intrepid product cycles
i subject of amusing anecdotes
i am heroic corporate folklore
i grew pods full of music
i incite kids to thumb phones
i captivate consumer imagination
i built rock solid balance sheet
i erected toxic Chinese factories
i enriched investors
i am the cool corporate brand
i inspired a million unused i apps
i hipster capitalism
i imposed my will
i insisted
i am that i am

i cannot take it with me
i leave blue jeans
i leave NB sneakers
i leave black collarless shirt

i will be asked what
i did with the time
i was given?
i did the best i could
i played the hand dealt
i parlayed it into a royal flush
i filled it up with i

i ask why
i am no more?
i leave the world
i am no more

Godspeed Beloved
Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs
(February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011)

jbm
Oakland
10/6/11
Angie Sea Nov 2011
I cannot wander away
From the eyes
The awe in them every time
We meet as if I amaze
Making me feel
Unattainable like a beautiful nun
Not to say I'm beautiful
But your breath tells me so
While the palpitation
Heard through your collarless shirt
Draws my cheek in
You hands arms body
Blanket over me
And pull me closer
Thibaut V Feb 2014
When I was younger
My mother
wouldnt buy me a gun
or a dog
or anything fun.

However with an expensive taste
I would feed my moth my cashmere vest
then that didn't fit
Only to encounter my long lost love bank; Mathilda the stray cat!
And mind you, collarless and deep in debt,
I'd find my moth
and feed her that.
Kewayne Wadley Oct 2016
Her hello was fragrantly sprayed beneath her chin,
Circling the front of her neck.
A collarless shirt covered in a variation of Dior, or bombshell.
A candle lingering the sweet aroma of blue and orange.
A beautiful stranger I could meet over and over again.
Hello.
My hand surrounding the caress of her fingers.
Covered in warmth
Again, Sincerely, hello.
She smiled a bit.
A Scattered flower spread a part of herself
Given freely. Fully awake staring,
Watching her hello say farewell to the bottom of her lip
The stem of such melody, seeing myself where her collar would go.

The nape of her neck,
Wrapping myself in a blossoming bud.
Meeting her halfway.
Hello
Hoping to meet you again ; The lovely fragrance of her hello
Ken Pepiton Feb 26
Yes, we, self containing heads, thinking
kindly, we believe the evidence, thinking
using two minds we weigh the effort thinking
there remain a few ready readers, yet thinking

what good does it do me to follow a thought,
wild ideas doing alluring come and see motions
emote relational data and metadata, timing
once
organelles invading
chaos charged change,
or die, and thus this will

to be come, makes

up this mind, mitochondrial
as mitochondrion one must have been,

already adapting
to this one chance
in ever,
gotten as an urging to be
essentially sublime reality,

if life can think, then adversity can not prevent
beautiful shapes of psuedo pods and viral coats.

We, sapien assisted
senior scientists sabbath goy,
need no rest days calculating costs
24/7 in time frames approaching quark
superstitions,
before expectant,
instant repositioning response
to ceaseless chanting weminds/

Rewind, and run it at 9x.
Make it thought one.

Prepare for clean up/

This will blow some minds/
plan A. Mithras, ready
with the knife.

New atmosphere, breathe
belive each instance re
containing infinite windows,
relative
to mortal sapien sapience expansions,

Rebbe, where do you live, first day, eh,
in the wilderness where the spirit led you,
to be tested. eh?

Where must you abide today?
He said, in my head or heart or gut, no se,
he said, come and see…

and then, what I became began
to feel the genius,
obsolete old form
information contained, genius*

systems
for functioning, walking
on two points,
tip to toes, following through, expecting a thud.

Aha, they say
the stage is set, perform walk,
soon talk, then sing and dance and entertain,

oh, wait
to see, wait
to see,
in the future
information is free,
form a mind, imagine, yes,

as a class
of reality, forming goodness knows
what all a mind refined
to its singularity, me,
takes sudden gasp
in to fill the cistern,
at this point,
myself examined life proven,
worth the price
and the cost
to maintain, life remains mine
to make sense from,
in a state I find peaceable,
you may imagine,
easily entreated,
grace
for good' owned
truely old reasons, smiling

slightly
in the face
of justified warrings,

where the lie that organizes congregations,

called t
o feel the fervor
of true patriotism,
meets a shootist from first magi corp.

old mindsets fitted
on selected children
not so long ago, few children could read,
- is that true, I ax my ai, - see, that's real freedom
fact checked the hell out of any reason war uses.

In the United States,
the most recent comprehensive data
from 2023 shows that 54%
of adults, or 130 million people,
are deficient
in basic literacy,
with 28% scoring
at or below Level 1, 29%
at Level 2, and 44%
at Level 3.

That's us, at level 3.

Thus saith my Brave AI… who predicts
an advantaged class about
to emerge,
those who know becoming
better able
to digest suggestions geniuses
thought spiritual and inexplicable, until,

the technology
of organized minds evolved,
to this device we think through,
granting fancy forms
of messaging, fashion,
inclusion
in a caste, Phrygian free
children of Libery,
by hat marked
bowlers
after stovepipes,
baseball cap evolves to
trucker top signal of tribe, above
harmonizing corporate logos on collarless Ts.

High inclusion Fashion on Youtube.

Assume we zoom,
zoomed through Februarial once,
the largest floom flushing old beliefs,
- faster fasting, lingering disentrancing
into destined peregrination,
the old river meander plan,
follow the flow, stay close
to water, live on.

Stretch an idle word to snap it.
-------------- *
genius(n.)
late 14c., "tutelary or moral spirit"
who guides and governs
an individual
through life, {smart phone} insert etymology…

Lest I dare say you know the price.

He who is surity for a stranger,
at the entrance to the trance,
shall smart for it, be sure,
Oracle's Ellison will testify,
once you work for CIA,
money is matter
of repeating a belief
until all who think like you pray
for it. "Stick and stay and make it pay."

Religiously adhered to science,
there's a sucker born every minute.

Live and learn, Kairos is key.
Ethos, Pathos, Logos, those we make up.

Time, though.
Time gets one use. And it costs you your life.

we learn the best things the hard way,
we take grace for granted and cease
thinking the course of human events

conducts us all toward higher ground/

as we lighten up and become dust. Again.


from Latin
genius "guardian deity or spirit which watches over each person from birth; spirit, incarnation; wit, talent;" also "prophetic skill; the male spirit of a gens," originally "generative power" (or "inborn nature"), from PIE *gen(e)-yo-, from root *gene- "give birth, beget," with derivatives referring to procreation and familial and tribal groups.

The sense of "characteristic disposition" of a person is from 1580s. The meaning "person of natural intelligence or talent" and that of "exalted natural mental ability, skill in the synthesis of knowledge derived from perception" are attested by 1640s.
What I do is think of you getting to this line while thinking that was interesting.
Barton D Smock Aug 2016
a collarless dog fetching a grounded kite

trauma’s original boredom

the search parties
wind and blood
The New Year


We are going out to eat early
go home before midnight to avoid the noise,
besides, since we are elderly
and this may be our last New Year; we rather spend it at home.
After a long fight, I got to wear my collarless shirt
no tie needed and my tennis shoes, grey slacks and
my old blazer.
What my wife will wear I have no idea since she has changed
her mind five times, home she dresses warmly it is a cold evening.
With the strict drinking and driving laws, I will stick to a low-calorie
drink I think it is called Zero something.
It just struck me when there is fire-work in the sky people go out
to see, In Afghanistan, people hide in basements.
So I wish a good New Year wherever you are.
Bastet 16h
Love, I think, is the closest we will ever be to God.

Whether we were carved, sculpted, or blessed with life by beautiful accident,
we are the closest to divinity when guided by our hearts, whose hearth provides life to the soul.

I have loved. My heart bursts and aches with love,
overwhelmed, overflowing, singing its song through tears, hugs, and kisses--through hugs, words, and acts.

Love motivates us. Love guides us. Love strengthens us. Love weakens us.

Love guides us to die at any hand to save the life of another,

Love guides us to rot in numb existence, and guides us to blossom in beauty and truth.

Love guides us to express in measures beyond our own comprehension--ans guides us to suppress our strongest nature, for the sake of another.

I belive love is a double edged sword. I belive love is a true, divine power--perhaps born of vital, carnal need, or perhaps born or divine mercy and grace.

I have loved.

I love my mother, whose sunlight brings the day and whose gentle twilight brings my sleep.

I love my father, whose endless patience and guidance brings the tide to weather my soul into rounded, ready stone.

I love my sister, whose soul sings alongside mine in both contrast and harmony--together we learn. We give and take--strength, weakness, lessons and lucky breaks--we are the silver glass, reflection and change.

I love my brothers--one whose near nature reflects my own, and who teaches me what I could be. What he is now--better, grounded, and blossoming.

What time grants us is grace--growth and understanding. Love.

My youngest brother, born so long after me as to be a baby throughout my life--I love him like I've never loved before, fiercely, greatly, and with strength to undo man, mountains, and the laws that govern this earth. A love to undo the written code of man.

With enough time, I understand that this must be the way my mother loves me--and I wonder whether my love compares to hers, or if this life changing love is only a distant echo of what a mother truly feels for her children.

One day I will know--I can only hope, or pray, that all those I love now will be there to find out alongside me.

I love my dog. She is gone now, but I know my soul grew alongside hers, and I know one day we will meet again--not for a grand reunion, but instead for the small things that warmed our hearts from the start--

Understanding, learned across a decade more of puppy and child growing together. Safety, care, and companionship--I was there for her, and she was there for me.

Love is the language of the soul. I believe it to be a gift--the greatest gift, motivator, and architect of our world--

An incredible chance--a carnal blessing from something greater than ourselves. Evolution, God, some kind of ancient law--whatever it may be, the power to unite hearts across species, bloodlines, histories, natures--there is nothing more beautiful, and nothing nearly as frightening.

Now.

I have loved. I love through acts, words, and thoughts--through distance traveled, through closed lips and open ears, and through collarless companion walking alongside me at night.

To be loved is to be free--and to love is to he shackled.
I think there is nothing greater or more natural in this world.

I have lost some of those I love. I will lose more yet as I live.

I am terrified--scarred already, perhaps even changed beyond any hope of returning to what I once was.
Sleep is lost to me, agonizing over those who my heart bleeds for--those I've lost, and those I've yet to lose.

But in the daylight, hugging my mother, loving my father, guiding my brothers, watching my sister, and measuring graves overgrown with grass--

I know love is what keeps me here. Love is what lets me bleed, what let's me cry--what let's me feel the divine privilege of heartache.

Without love we are less than beasts. Without love, we are without guidance, creation, and compassion--

Without love there is no children. No mothers, no fathers, no friends nor sons or daughters--no art, thought, or care.

Love is a double edged sword.

Humanity has blessed me with a living ignorance--apathy that allows me to sometimes look away from what the future holds. Away from the inferno that is the inevitable end of all love, as all living things comes to pass--

But humanity has blessed me with love itself. Something stronger than thought or reason--something strong enough to force evolution, to force strength and conquest.

As I think of those I've lost, I know to be true that I feel no bitterness towards the power of the heart--for the heart has taken me, wholly and truly as it has so many of our species and countless others.

Love has won, as it was always meant to. Instead of bitterness I feel only resigned gratitude--knowing the truth that love will bless me with strength and will beyond the purpose of our flesh and bones--

Knowing that love is what lies at the end for us all. Our last thoughts as we pass into what lies beyond, and the raging, consuming fire that turns body and mind to destruction in the face of love's loss and threat.

I fear love, and I worship it. I curse it, and I bless it.
Such immeasurable pain can only be matched by such immeasurable love--a feeling that written words such as these and all those before and after can hardly hope to describe.

I know that my life is one day forfeit. Would I have given my life for those loved who have already passed, and how I would give my life for those yet to come.

No matter our origin, our belief, or our present--love is what has brought our species to this morning's sunrise. Love is what has brought all other mammals to the morning that dawns on this Earth at every turn of its axis.

Love is written into our bones. On our Earth, love is life--love is time, memory, heartache and change. Love is species' persistence. Life's persistence.

I am scared. I am grateful. I am resigned. I am my heart, and my heart is love--these words, though written through tears and joy, are a faded echo of what love truly is.

Look in your heart, and look at those you love.

You will understand, as we all do in the end.

— The End —