Giving Birth to the Übermensch

First I shall strip myself of the fear
Outgrow memories of a dark and empty christian past
And take me and the mother to a serene Savannah,

Occasionally facing our pride on this delightful voyage chosen thus.

It shall be a 9 months of perspiration and revelation
As I shake my own apriori foundations
Ensuring we both survive the stormy dialectic
A requirement for all with the übermensch potentiality


Am not sure it will cry or just die
But I shall smile on the minute it is born
For a novel and rewarding problem shall have been born
Not for a God uncaring below nor above
But for a man and woman with vision and immaculate love for their new born


Survive it must if indeed it is
For even the frail can not be saved from their own will to death
I shall probably become that parent I've dreamt-
Even though dreams are not to be trusted, the symbols therein I give respect thus

The übermensch must not be slave to our dead fantasies
And it shall at once have the freedom to play, dream and create

Hunting down gnomes and salamanders in the ruins of Atlantis

Constructing legos in the hope of warping space-time

Or merry-making with princes in the gardens of Oz.
I shall nevertheless sneak in Zermelo-Fraenkel and the other 39 axioms beside the cot

As the übermensch must awaken to a certain path 

As long as they haven't become yet

In that regard, I shall be limiting.


Oh hell no! There shall be no nose in its will to become
And if I should see that social beast lurk in the shadows-
Plotting the means to cast its spell of the herd,
I shall personally arise from my casket unlike my Transylvanian brethren
And whether be it noon or the hour of the crying banshee
Drive the stake through them so as to severe the passion between their soul and demon!


I shall impart my teaching be I dead or living:
That truth is relative for the finite, and only absolute for the infinite
Utility lies in the approximate, masters own their formula
Consistency drinks it's curse,
As being consistent and complete is inherently void

Behind, with, ahead and eventually over!

To fly is to grok reason and emotion my child.
Avoid rhetoric, and don't stupidly abstain against nature's laws

God is Dead, but the useful symbol remains
Create your own Gods or men will choke you with theirs

The immortal you seek are those who've embraced death
If your father and mother were humans
Be proud at last.

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.