Apocalypse, Ecstasy, Machines and 2012

In ecstasy and joy
Counting down the remaining 36 hours
This has been a remarkable leap year in my life

As I ride on these bi-wheels,
The life force rushing into my nostrils
Tingling my nerves and nourishing my adrenaline rush
+Headhunterz  plays notes of hardness into my inner soul
Earth has never seemed so much a paradise to me as it's been this year!

The pleasing taste of fresh fruit on the tongue
The warm reassuring hug and morning kisses
A pursuit of work for it's own end
Self-awareness and freedom to fulfill my duties
Occasional bliss and moments of trance as I dissolved into rhythm and music
The feeling of satisfaction and gratitude when I finally became aware of my humanness!


Am surrounded by the evolution of our creation at every front
Wearable and Embedded computing
Thinking and Emotional Circuits
Augmented Reality and sentient glass
Machine Learning
And the year of Shinichi Mochizuki!

With zombified tales of another apocalypse that would never come,
In the wake of the night
I've dreamt dreams of grandeur and awe of tomorrow's morning

A morning of ubiquitous computing
The mystical Singularity of Bayesian machines
Mind uploading, self-healing and Time travel
Am delighted at the future we are creating!

In the wake of such ever unceasing threats to advancement
Paradoxical debates on the planet's eco-fate
Fears of increasing mass-mind-programming
Phobias of authority's omnipresence
The apparent curse of capitalism
Still, man strives on
And genius is born every morning, to see humanity through to the next day

I've marked my first quarter of a century of achievement
And If I should die before stepping into the year 2013
I wish to say that 2012 was a very good year!


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The Awesome Creative Art by drosera-sundews

Haiku 36


Vampire blood's drippin on ma veranda
With ogres from Miranda taking me under
As ma body rots to ash, soul fades to gray
On a night with no moon and no means to pray
Cain and Abel, pain of a slain Jezebel
I breathe nothing, walking in this haunted lagoon
In a phase of darkness I can not paraphrase
A malignant existence from the nether space
Performs the last rite on my Burial Site
These are ma last living joys in hindsight
As am possessed by a demonic parasite
Ma eyes are falling out, feels like a Cyclop
Or the slain Fucking Christ on a Mountain top
Insanity is creeping under all humanity
Like a zombie apocalypse blessed with vanity
I place the curse on you, so complete the parity
36 hexagrams and raw calamity
Reading this far affirms your dark depravity.

Bloody Green Paper

The Soul Laments at my Philosophy of Money
The Body begs me unceasingly to fornicate with Her

It just hit me
On the day the Bank closed it's doors on me
That without money, purity of mind is within reach



How clouded I've allowed myself to get
Failing to quiet and think, in the face of my next "Billion Dollars"!

Imagine a trade performed on sole basis of one's intrinsic gem
Abandoning dependence on void figures and fancy green paper
Am more than certain, money would make man a higher being.