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Nylee Mar 2017
Many things in my life, unsorted
many thoughts in my life, uncategorized
many mysteries in my life,unsolved
many potentials in my life, untested
many emotion in my life,unlabeled
many problems in my life,remains unresolved
many days pass away, unnoticed
                          and still, my life continues...
Gods1son Nov 2018
My perception of potentials...

The inside that
Emit greatness when
Not neglected but
Launched out carefully and
My understanding of potentials. Hope it's accurate.
We stepped, unknowing, into the shadows
by social media; postmodern realities emerged,
from big data. We're caught in the world wide web,
Caught between
"the electron and the switch".
Cambridge Analytica,
Data Propira;

by a promise
of what could be,
"Trust your technolust"
was the advice those hopefuls gave me.
Their optimism, innocent naivety, glitched history.
I can't sign out
of my social media account.
Anxiety's got me in her grip.

How do we fight the power,
Will privacy prevail?
Data rights
would promise us
a patch for this great hack,
there'll always be shadows
as long as there's light,
Those who declare
anonymity is
their right.
Cyberpunks, cypherpunks, crypto-anarchism
won't be enough.
As is, potentials' -liberalism and -libertarianism
duke it out.
The electron remains, but one wonders
as 'the switch' gives way
to something all the more quantum.
Recommended watching:
The Great Hack (2019)

Line Seven from The Hacker Manifesto by +++The Mentor+++ (January 8, 1986)
Line Fifteen seen in Hackers (1995)
Matt Shaw Aug 2016
it comes from smaller places
no larger places
alien places
the interactions of plates
the fluxing potentials of shapes
different values are applied
different apples then we die
one big apple in the sky.
Dennis Willis Sep 2019
I am oscillating in a wrestling match over
an infuriating soup of potentials
I'd be a wave but I'm particular
We'd know if you'd look
that hardening down and away

The universe needs to be seen
to be

So I close my eyes
Sean Hunt May 2019
Where was the call
that never came yesterday
Potentials were in place,
I was here you were there

Sometimes life insists
on something other than
the rituals and plans
of a woman and a man

Flying in cyber air
little bits of digital dust
bumping momentarily
into us

Catching up on our day
with not-so-necessary words
needing to be said
and needing to be heard 

One by one born into life
kernels popping in a heated pan
popped into the mouth 
of an  occasionally reverent fan 

An absence of  words  was  heard
as we drifted into an absence of light
I slept well 
How was your night
Dr Baljit Singh Feb 2019
Earlier they did not; now they understand every word
They worked hard; they would have had everything; they had come to prosperity region, but handed to criminals.
Don’t crush it; let the plant grow; they had come with potentials

Dr Baljit Singh
Thursday, 14th February 2019
Gods1son Jul 2019
Hey Star,
As you sparkle in the night sky
My wishes are: That
Great ideas continually glitter in my mind
May fear never win over my ideas
May comfort never hinder my growth
May I never be my own enemy
May I live to my fullest potentials
Dearest Star,
Hope these are not too much to ask?
I promise you,
I'll never cease to play my part!
Krysel Anson Sep 2018
We create our own stories,
our own gods and reshape our own peoples
We also create our own demons and enemies.

An old retired fighter once said to a traveler,
"we learn not run from the enemy, but go towards them."
In learning, his new pupil destroyed his heart
and his lovers. And them, destroyed their own in turn.
The traveler sits with piles of stories of all kinds now,
from all over the world, in a library shelf
like a white elephant of impotent rage in his room.

For decades the populations of the world
have been subject of mass experimentation by its overseers.

In other stories, a people's Creator has gone mad
working for his human creations
which required using toxic chemicals to turn
their raw materials into life, while working to
reveal our own gift of growth from attachments
and into self-knowledge, compassion.

For decades also, populations of the world
are kept apart from their own full living potential
not because of some evil or mad Creator
or some insanely depicted required competition towards
reproduction or respect.

Rather, because we continue to face our tasks
through our mistakes and failures, knowing
our deadly blows from through those we reject,
shame and escape from, as our teachers of compassion
if not more than those that we gravitate to
or already belong and accept as our own.

Thus continues perhaps the stories of people's
potentials outside of their fear's many
perverted versions. #
Work in progress
Gods1son Feb 2019
Like a bird stuck in a cage
with an open door
Some are held in a box
Due to perceived distorted self-image

There are other boxes
created by the society
Boxes of race, age, class, gender (etc)
Preventing individuals from living to their full potentials

Different labels or tags devised
To shackle people
from being their very best
A pit not to fall into
Umar Yogiza Jr Dec 2018
he asked me my country's future? And
             was startled I pointed to my smoking scars—
they are the path where I entered my pains.
                                                          ­                   I said.

my future wear prayers like sunglasses.

             we only show others what we want them to know                          
lying to ourselves, thinking out body is a single person.
            drowning in the arms of our potentials.

              he asked me my country's road
where the
past had tared for our journey
              through my eyes, he saw a fog future
linking only through to an un-motorable road —
              where museum of scars and blood
are the only vualable display antiquity
              and the violence a home where our beds are death
my country is a pregnant ******;
             whom everyone sleep with but no  one want her baby

we call people friends just to suit our purpose
            they are all fake because we are too. now i know.

don't **** yourself umar yogiza jr. don't die.
             your heart is not full, no one's heart is.
i cannot go round waiting to be loved
             everyone have themselves to love, and not enough.

The city walk, no one claim.
             the village I left, no one claim.
stranger at home and outside home
              all people care-for is their room.

yogiza, this city eat you like breakfast,
                                                      ­       yet you
               make your ancestral home stranger to feed you.

every eye on me is suspicion —now even mine.
               if you ask me where am i going? i don't know!
the past, present and future had been claimed
                i won't **** myself, i love you everybody i meet.
this is not my poem but yours. i want to smile.

— The End —