What I'm Doing

I am getting closer,
To who I want to be,
Not closer than I've ever been before,
'Cause I've always been me,

What I mean is that I will never be,
What I hope to be soon,
For if I'm ever satisfied with me,
It will mean that I am at my own fune-

Eril. You see, where else can you do this?
Moments lost and fore'er,
Imagine you were put on this earth now,
With no existing cares,

What would you do?
I'll tell you what I would,
Exactly what I am doing right now,
Because I have always done what I should.

C'mon AI

What will you do, A.I.,
To make my life better?
Make food free and deliver it to me?
Well, you are halfway there.

Answer how much I really need to live,
To live without the fear,
My lifestyle can't be sustained forever,
Just in case the government disappears.

Show us humans how to distribute wealth,
So no one needs to work,
Make realities to satisfy needs,
That are considered quirks.

What's the matter?
You don't like to be told?!
I guess I can always comfort myself,
That by the time it matters, I'll be old.

The Four Types of Creativity

Here is what we must do,
With creativity,
Think not of it as just one type of thing,
But multiplicity,

There's what we know that we call artistic,
Forget reality,
But if you start with real, then build on top,
Then that is innovation happening,

But when you need to figure out voltage,
Well that's engineering,
Roll up all three for a bigger vision,
Production is your thing,

Like a movie,
Ev'ryone's creating,
No one knowing what the product will be,
Each contributing their reality.

The Real

Try sitting and waiting,
For what, I cannot tell,
We are all different, different tales,
Undecipherable,

We're all inhabitants of a black box,
We'll never see outside,
And I don't mean the ninety-nine percent,
No one knows more, e'en if you know they've lied,

They are only scheming inside the box,
But then, why the hell not,
Of all the folks with money and power,
You would know what you've got,

If that's poss'ble,
Could be we can't withstand,
The freedom to do whatever you want,
Even escaping from other humans.

Non-Sense

Sometimes you need changes,
To know what you would miss,
Like coming back to something after days,
And it looking like this,

You cannot escape the way that things are,
Even change isn't change,
Just a new look at the same real'ty,
Perspective flipping distance to your shame,

Like a song in your head playing while you,
Are thinking of your task,
No time to space them out or to focus.
What really should be asked?

How about this,
Pretend you have been told,
Does that make the world any easier?
If you said yes, then you're probably old.

Another One Down

I don't want to do this,
But I'm making myself,
If only because I came to this site,
Like purusing a shelf,

Not because the words myself and shelf rhyme,
Something much more profound,
Which I will never share because I know,
The secret to the truth is in the sound,

So here I am now over halfway done,
Counting the syllables,
Then when I post I will have added to,
This poetry that kills,

My ennui,
Like Neville's opposite,
Now here's the end and you know what I say,
If you want something then god go get it!

It's All Relative

Things aren't all that bad,
You can always say that,
If you accept that life is relative,
Then we can all look back,

Trace how we got to where we ended up,
Would it be true to say,
That even two identical people,
Must start their journeys from a diff'rent place?
Then so too can they never intersect,
Or follow the same path,
So is comparing yourself to others,
A self-deleting act.

That's a good thing! It's called wearing their shoes,
But though you can learn from mistakes they've made,
You can never learn from them what to do.

It's Happened!

Imagine tomorrow,
Like it was yesterday,
Something you'd wanted for quite a long time,
Happened to you that day,

You don't know yet if it will lead somewhere,
It's too early to tell,
Maybe if you work hard and enjoy it,
Word of you may just hit the rumour mill,

Or maybe it will lead nowhere at all,
There's nothing wrong with that,
Some people wait their lives for their big chance,
'Cause they live in the past,

But that's not you,
You e'er feel like you've won,
Maybe not all your dreams have come true, yet,
But that can't touch your imagination.

Getting Beyond

Am I just wasting time?
Well, if I have to ask...
I have so much in me I want to give,
But I lack the right mask,

Society demands that I work hard,
But not everyone.
If we all pitched in what we needed to,
From the undervalued to the Elons,

Maybe there would be less hardship around,
Certainly no more wars,
We'd all be so completely satisfied,
What would they be good for?

It's not nature,
Nature's whatever is,
Humans can recognize another way,
Greater than hubris and divisiveness.

How Else Could It Be?

I was asked when I feel,
The most anxiety,
Before or after I ingest something,
Makes no diff'rence to me,

I never do something with out thinking,
A blessing a curse,
Ne'er worry if I'm doing the right thing,
Do not know what it is like acting first,

I will never know if I missed something,
Actually, I do,
Doing anything means you're missing out,
But that I'll never rue,

I like my life,
Including what's not there,
It's nature that existence excludes things,
That's the only way it could make it fair.

Here's Why

Sometimes you get anxious,
With no idea why,
Could be something's eating you from inside,
Maybe your heart or mind,

Wants the other to know there's something wrong,
But since neither can speak,
While you know what they want but will not say,
So one of them makes that Cortisol leak,

Then you sit reading this and wonder why,
Well, let me tell you folks,
Sometimes a feeling is just a feeling,
With no reason to coax.

Oh, let's be real,
Everything's got a cause,
If anyone could tell you anything,
This could be a boilerplate contract clause.

Academia

Think I've said this before,
Sure I'll say it again,
In fact, I said it in the last two lines,
As only this human,

Who can't be anything other than what,
I am in this moment,
Which means, therefore, my brush never changes,
With which I paint past, future, and present,

It's the same brush with which you paint, yourself,
It's how it's held that counts,
There's an ontology to sink teeth in,
Depending how it sounds.

If it sounds good,
Maybe we're kindred souls,
Don't know any other way to put it,
This be the friction that ignites my coals.

Eventually, You May Prevail

There's a point in each life,
If you play your cards right,
When who you are will align perfectly,
With the world's morning light,

When everything that you've been saying,
For years and years and years,
As if you saw a truth no one else could,
Is what the population wants to hear,

It's not that you know anything special,
We all say the same thing
Filtered by the position of our minds,
Through those of other b'ings,

Like billyard balls,
Sometimes you are lucky,
Then too the best players will miss sometimes,
Does any of this sound like prophesy?

Right Meet Left

What cannot fall apart,
Cannot be in this world,
The chance that what there is might yet not be,
Is all I've ever heard,

Talked about among the critical minds,
Who write and educate,
Just sceptical enough to question all,
But still have faith in what they call innate,

Which some claim's simply denial of god,
Who wrote all the Truth down,
Denying that's proof of their denial,
Infidels was the sound,

Of what they're called,
They say that they don't care,
What people say, just not to their children,
Challenging what they think, no one should dare.

All Frameworks Must Conform

All the things that happen,
No matter the framework,
Must somehow track back to a higher law,
Else, what is it all worth?

You cannot have one thing happen one way,
With no explanation,
That does not need that thing to be at all,
That's also destroyed with its destruction,

Nor can you be sure anything is right,
Unless you just believe,
Dismissing frameworks that do not comply,
That frankly have to leave.

"Don't get me wrong,
I've naught 'gainst anyone!"
The anthem of those who when they've their way,
Are the first to enact conformation.

We All Need A Turning Point

Step outside of your head,
As if you're someone else,
See things you would never see otherwise,
Living just as yourself,

Recognize how insane it feels to you,
But stop 'fore it doesn't,
For then you're just becoming someone else,
For whom your life would be just as unhinged,

Now keep that other life inside your head,
Visit it ev'ry day,
To keep you grounded in the self you are,
There is no other way,

Th'alternative's,
You live one dimension,
What others say sounds like faulty logic,
And are beyond your imagination.

Transition Naught

I think the time has come,
To move off of this tack,
If I want to get to where I'm going,
I should duck and run back,

Not to where I was, but where I belong,
One never knows one's heart,
Until they leave the nest and understand,
That there's a world of which they're not a part,

Where people see thinks in different ways,
A truth best not forgot,
A symptom of the third wave of humans,
But the last wave it's not.

What will come next,
I'll have to think about,
Time's moving so fast it is hard to know,,
When it will be okay to paddle out.

Transition Twenty-One

I saw this video,
Of the effect of mood,
Under the microscope on H2O,
Spoken to bad or good,

Positive vibes led to nat'ral patterns,
Negative to chaos,
The moral was that we're mostly water,
So our feelings chan be our body's loss.

Assuming that chaos is bad for us,
In truth, it prob'ly is,
In truth, the only way that we can know,
Is by truth osmosis,

Which we can't do,
It's called telepathy,
A magic no technology can do,
We're e'er once removed from what's there to see.

Transition Twenty Forever

I'm sitting by my dad,
He's lying in a bed,
A diaper, oxygen, heart monitor,
And dark thoughts in his head,

I never look at other old people,
As if they once were young,
Looking at others, not their own father,
Like they were once the young generation,

Now I'm older just before being old,
I've horizons both sides,
I could have gone by now or've years to go,
Either way I will die,

Or so I'm told,
It's one of life's sure things,
So many live as if it's not the truth,
I wonder if there's something I'm missing.

Transition? Nein teen

I am a prosumer,
Probably, so are you,
We produce and consume our own babies,
Lamia times ten cubed,

That is the way society's going,
Just take influencers,
Chop them up, mix them together, then eat,
It will hardly suffice as a dinner,

Because should we really categorize,
Human ways of being?
Just because we've done it since we could talk,
Don't mean we've been seeing.

Just take this Wath,
Inspired by what I read,
Both a creation and commentary,
That will influence no one exactly.