our nation stinks.
it smells like rotten pieces of a beast which fought so valiantly
that it died trying
so confounded are we by these passings
we rise up into the streets
we raise our voices and cry out
we sell our souls.
and even so, we move on
because the system itself is not faulty
in fact, it seems to make sense
when in 25 years we shall be free
free to exist in a virtual world
where we will be trained
trained to become that which we were meant to become
trained to be what the inner we wishes to be
from the ground up.
classrooms will become digitalized; as will socialization
work will become more and more automated, and it too will be done from home
and we will visit fantastic worlds as real as the one in which we sit
for this is technology; there's not too much left we can do before the break
artificial intelligence
singularity
two forces combine into a new force, which boggles the primitive mind
and yet now, as i type this message to you across a screen
which fills itself with energy and beams to me a message
am i not one with this machine?
is this machine not me?
for all that it contains, i have filled it
all that it knows, i have told to it
it indeed is me
and not only,
but also those who i know dearly, who have become one with the machine as well
we are the machine; the machine is us
it is not a replication, but a reflection
and further into this ride, we shall find a place to hide with those who are hiding as well
and we will there solve the problems facing us with logical proof and reasoning, because we'll be stronger
and faster, and better; better for the sake of being human beings
for it is our destiny to strive toward greatness
look at your primate arms and tell me i'm mistaken.
language
culture
civilization
we have formed all of these things
all of us
collectively, we are one
and our message rings
HUMANITY
for all that we do
from debate to creation
is be who we are
simple creatures of a planet
which flies around a star
which sends electrical storms
that could indeed wipe us from existence
without a notice; simply ash
our star flies round with other stars, coalescing into a form known as a
galaxy
and our galaxy spins; 200-400 billion strong
600 km/s; that's 372.82 miles per second
with a series of other galaxies
which spin off into a universe which ends
it ends
it all ends
or at least that's what we know now
at least that's what we perceive, from our 3-dimensionality
from our understanding, there could be hundreds or thousands of dimensions which are invisible to us
dimensions that are invariable in number
so incalculable that time becomes incapable of deciphering it's edge
and what about time?
can we surpass time?
it would seem a possibility to exist separated from time
a time traveler, if you will
who could bounce between moments instantaneously; seeing as they were separated
and perhaps, momentarily, this being would pass back into the realm of time
if not only to stir up a little drama in the present before whisking away into cosmic impossibility
but this, as of now, is merely science fiction
so where does that leave us?
are we miserable in our skin, living our lives as slaves within a system which mocks our very existence
through dumbed-down media control and international banking systems which drain our very system of purchase
before we are capable of touching it with our weary, callused hands?
are we content living in a world which drives itself mad with sensationalist propaganda and overt ludicrous behavior
which is aggrandizes as some sort of overt act of humanity
forcing upon the weary travelers upon the globe
a sideshow which encompassed every passing moment
a sideshow which passes for the purpose of attaining greenbacks, which
are very valuable these days, but in a static shock
could depreciate beyond the point of return and force a re-assessment of what money could be
and the debt will keep rising
and the masters will come from the rooftops and take from you
the world that you have crafted for yourself
your niche in this training simulation
in which all your daily turmoil and strife is illuminated
into an individual who can rise above adversity
and still smile at a corny joke
or lose a few hours of sleep over the hopes and dreams of a friend
an individual who can love, and feel, and grow
and learn, and fight, and bleed, and hurt, and cry
who knows as any what it means to be alive
and yet still strive toward a better tomorrow
where problems of today will fade into dark grey
and through the shadowed picture of the place in which we stream
illusions of the mind, to you, from colored picture screens
will come a dream; a conscious collective reality
which will exist as a unified edifice for all humanity
where all creations under the sun have potential and purpose
where we can smile and thank the air for being there for us to breath
but in this time of need, can we wait for the seed of
the externalization process to process, or must
we go into the raging planes of eternal stress
and take the bind that binds the coursing pain through every chest
and beat the drum of righteousness to tones made to inspire
to monitor the progress so the fruit does not go sour
to eternally drift through mystic cosmos as a tour
and emancipate the dying, the rich and the poor
from wheels of turbulent behavior racking right from closed to can't
dissipated manifestations of one who's lost in rant
doses of post-traumatic stress which leave the soldier fated
dealt with the fable but ever questioning, a mind unsated
a lost arithmetic which delves into the darkness of night
a sad calligraphy that never got it's chance in the light
a dark calamity that sent a bridge to conquer unknowns
a wandering chameleon existing in human bones
a vast array of creatures dancing in the pale moon's eyes
a true conspirator who's essence is composed of lies
a bunch of cosmonauts who dehydrated all their lunch
who took a tour around the Earth so they could all have brunch
a snark aristocrat who turns his nostrils up at the dog
who begs for change upon the corner of the clean sidewalk
the toad who licks the feet of each one that he begs to be loved by
every single one who ever sat and opened its third eye
mathematician stuck in patterns that are falsely related
a politician schizophrenic who cannot stop debating
a brash millionaire who only wants to see is a gain
a techo-farmer who gets paid for bio-fuel out of grain
a corporation which pays farmers to be stilted and silenced
a government which infiltrates and scares the public with violence
a bag which floats upon the street which symbolizes the sundry
some hillbilly that exists to only listen to country
and a radio dj who states his views to the people
or a pope who sells all of his wares in shops by the steeple
how about the guy who didn't know which role to pick
and so he picked them all and danced and sang and made a single hit
and now he graces you on your electrical tube
so you can always know exactly what this guy is up to?
we can cohabitate
we can externalize
the individual
who beats the inner caverns of the chest
attempting to surface
