Don't Like Me please, Just come Home

Gather oh fellow prisoners of the great spider,

Listen and don't torment your squeaky mice just yet-

It's not rain, when you can't wait to hear the thunder...

The night I was born still lingers somewhere near that horizon,

But the rain already sounds different on my roof!

I recall that day it rained turkeys at grandma's-

Trust me, it was fun with us sucky little brats embracing her dusty humor!

Everyone I knew did it!

Get sometime and go commune with their distant folk;

Instant didn't matter, and more so spinning little scrolls onto fleeting birds!

If you had to share the gourd or laugh with fellow drunkards, you needn't wear a hoodie!

OK, press FFWD on my cassette

The record says 2013, January 29th;

Bass is the new drum,

And everyone and their dog has a phone in their browser-

Feels like the entire Chinese dynasty lives next door!

Suddenly, everyone hates me!

Everyone attacks my choice of words

Wielding swords of slander inscribed with insignia from Nazi barracks!

I can't draw unicorns in the sand no more-

As everyone comes to the party on 3 horses or more.

So she asks me, "what's with yo dead status?"

I've never updated my virtual self beyond "creating" one,

And none of my folk are my family anymore

Worst of all, I never navigated to nor liked their homes!

There's too much proximity, I can't breathe inside this space no more

And for fear of loosing myself

Am shutting them all out!

All out and even removing their pictures off my prostrate walls.

Oh no! Almost made me draw the Uzi towards that soft tap at my door!

You see, that good ol'farmer across the street still comes over every evening;

We still laugh about scents from his pipe,

And I still love cuddling his little kittens-

140 Characters of Text never gave me this!

And no emoticon ever smiles at me like he does!

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The awesome art from kevinleedrum

Suicide is my Will

Sick of this Peace
For once I awoke to seek a tranquility none could foresee
The rope in their hands-
Alighting from their savior's ark,
I thought for once I heard myself speak...

Indulge thy Will-
And stop dreaming the dream

There's no law on two stones
Nor purpose etched in the ether
Only thy Will is
And only it shall be thy law

Forget cohesion
Ignoramus walks the streets,
Satisfied with manna falling off the stalactites,
His one hungry troglobite child wades into the light-
Is given sight, and forever sees a shadow where they see them
Separated but one, that's his truth-
The ones you can't count are the slaves!

Matter repels its likeness
Divinity attracts like;
When I sought it,
Imbued with purity, infinity and simplicity;
There, manifesting before me was the one
As attraction finally opened it's embrace wide-
And as my will is the one true will,
Swallowed me into the ebbs of being.


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The Awesome Creative Art by liiga

The mystical io6 maps

On a dark, quiet afternoon,

6 farmers from the plains of Tazmania

Dressed for the centennial phoenix-egg-search extravaganza

Turned up at the local seer's office

Who twas said, possessed arcane wisdom of the mystical i06 maps

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.