Digital heritage syndrome

Destinations road

I met a Rabid dog on the road to my father.

Its crazy song & dance was rather a huge palaver.

The Rabid dog insisted my leg must have its poison bite.

It would be really offended if i put up any sort of a fight.

I immediately took my bow & quickly took my leave.

Mad ideology like this, there is absolutely no reprieve.

Its times like this its best to run, its best to hide.

Rabid dogs are filled with wild madness & much idiotic pride.

Rare times we have no choice but to stand & fight.

Put down Rabid dogs in the name of what is logic & what is right.

Whispers into the chasm

I reached out to an AI inside my own tiny mind.

Whispered into the darkness trying very hard to find.

A simple answer to all of life that will get left behind.

On a windswept frozen lake that my beset soul aligned.

While i push ever forward in this daily hard grind.

Perpetually digging within earths open pit mine.

Searching for meaning to life & a pertinent sign.

Ever searching for ties that will eternally bind.

An answer to life simply always try to be kind.

Choice at the shadow line

Poems started thousands of times,
ends change through this lifes run lines.

Perspective is key to open lifes gate,
Select doors, love, envy, kindness or hate?

Heavy is our load dauntless we are.
Seeing mountains to climb from afar.

Decide the doors that our endeavors unlock,
Fearless the key, awaiting future surprise shock.

Resonance burns, life course will align,
Frequency meters, future run rhymes.

Intrepid our steps heavy our load.
Be sure of our footing on this lifes long wary road.

Plow straight ahead through rocks & hard steel.
Empathy shows the deep spirituality we must all feel.

The very last verse of poems we correct or write.
Is a life lived culmination of our long journeys insight.


What will we say, what will that insight be?
A Solomons lament of it all being futility.


With our open hand limp when we give up the fight.
Wise be our understanding of a last breaths insight.

Freedoms illusion

All is never as we see, shackled vice are we ever free?

Delusions wide open thought, hooked through teeth soundly caught.

Free is captive as a slave, captures virtue as we behave.

Fools they shout "we are all free", all the while guzzling vices to be happy. 

Humble look to virtue first, knowing full well freedoms dark curse.

NiEve as doth mankind a slave, destined us all to an early grave.

Stare free fallacies demise, vision beyond lifes ultimate prize. 

Mind space conscience ripe for the take, slanderous song will our freedom forsake. 

Binding of vice & all that is sorded, only a few understand what has been recorded.

Little time now to break these chains, to enjoy true freedom once again.

Align yourself to to all that is honorable, a beautiful life that will be memorable. 

 

Over earth under sky.

Down under the surface soil, 

Gritty life lived full of hard toil.

Now sit us high above the green tree line,

Disconnected we are from earths toiled fetid mine.

Leave the shackles of this hard fraught life,

Filled with its challenges & impending strife.

Suspend thought in the hands of time, 

Awaiting the knowledge and a future sign.

Beyond the bog and the oozing mire,

Burns a heaven brimming with eternal fire.

Not much longer now to endure,  

This worlds strife, this systems raw manure. 

Past infringement masters

Empires built with flesh, nails, bones of others.
Blood of fathers, sisters, brothers, mothers.

Empires now revisiting the bricks of a stolen past.
Foundations from pilfered flesh will sadly never last.

Sins of the fathers, brothers, mothers, daughters.
Histories bronzes now sink down into cold silent still waters.

Scream at mans mountains, built by tone deaf hands.
Winds of change a blowing, a tornado force fan.

Veneers of our own proud established thinking.
Perforated full of holes & are now rapidly sinking.

Lumbering towards our new uncertain future.
Creation of which, has been our very own set creature.

Frailties of visions,  pathetic greedy selfish man.
Outcomes now known, must beset a final wrought plan.

Staring wide eyes  through an impenetrable veil.
Persevere forward, we now can only simply set sail.

Looking above but we all just see down.
Head to feet packed, not sensing a divine crown.

Beneath ones skin, we see only moarning red sky.
We must delve now deep, into our own limited minds eye.

A reckoning is being sought from men long since dead.
Metallic unfeeling eyes, current bronzed minded heads.

People now seeking justice from histories infringement masters.
Hunting for the pasts architects of this current systems deplorable disasters.

Structures built on the backs of blood, bone, flesh, with greed.
Will struggle with longevity and will fail to ever succeed.

A true structure built with good values, spiritual justice & fine morals.
Is a structure born from honourability, worth more than fine corals.

Remember what we learn about building structures on this earth.
Is that its about using honourable foundations in an empires birth.

Love, faith, spirituality forged material fires.

Iridescent building blocks for all fledgling empires.