Month: June 2018

Luminescent lights reaching for your eyes
Wielding death images like sharpened knives,
Penetrating depths of the sub conscience
To smother the mind with what is noxious,
Robbing innocence at the speed of light;
Swift pixelated bandit, day and night.
Use control as your shield,
word as your sword;
Be vigilant, he should not be ignored.
As freedom to access becomes the norm,
Try not to forget how which we are born:
nA curious world, to beauty we warm,
As delicate blossoms before the storm.
Do not let this thief steal you of your child
As vivid content has your gaze beguiled.

Poetry

Grasping the soul as life heightens,
Like heavy ball and chain, it means to slow.
Wary of its strength it frightens
The long, monotonous, dried-up plateau.
The further you drag, the more it tightens,
Compressing the heart, restricting the flow.
Creative release is all that lightens
This weight of which true artists know.

Poetry

The smell of  stale cigarette smoke mixed with unwashed hair grease,
Bursting out of her low-cut, red-velvet top, above mysterious black legs,
A hot mess of disorganised, bulging curves;
This was the southeastern European goddess.
Behind her wide, chocolate eyes,
She longed for a better love yet
Her quivering smile hinted
An innocence
That bad men could not resist.
She knew no different.
An appetite for affection,
An addiction to her fantasies;
A sensational, insatiable sensationalist.
Lying with,
Lying to,
Scarring herself with lies,
Permanent and ugly,
Haunting her reflection.
Eventually sinking into chaos,
Dragged down by her mistakes,
Drowning at self-made chasmic depths,
Oh how attractive she was in the eyes of a man looking for purpose;
That he could be her life jacket.

Poetry

If we were designed by a god, then we are the product of the initial blueprint of life that was placed on this earth.
We are this god’s design; this god’s technology; this god’s artificial intelligence.
We found, identified and are now manipulating his complexity in our own form of AI.
This god is very much being put on the sideline right now; the world as we know is is entering a new phase of chaos.

What will happen when we, the gods of our AI, get put on the sideline?

Poetry

Wiggling down his rosy cheeks
Ultimate comfort he seeks
Releasing tension below
His face aglow once let go

Poetry

You’re a wild one,
This I knew,
But I’m too far gone
Deep in the blue.

After the taste of your lips,
When I see you my heart skips.

Escape
Is all I do,
When I’m thinking about you.

Mind over matter
As my heart shatters,
Letting my thoughts scatter
Deep in the blue.

Poetry