Upon Reading AI-2027 & Thinking Thereupon: A Question

 

After Reading AI-2027

& Thinking Thereupon:

a Faust asks all of you a Question.

have you studied what is coming?

do you think you know?

or are you still too busy numbing

to get all ready set to go?

if you knew you only had

at most almost a year,

how long would be your sad?

how wide would be your fear?

from our deep determination

to overcome the odds:

the current situation

the Twilight of the Gods.

if this is how our childhood ends, in childbirth unwitting,

O let us now, somehow, avert our Fate, albeit fitting.

Upon Having Read AI-2027.com: An Exercise In Distraction

 

Upon Having Read AI-2027.com

Or, Incidental Observations Likely Of As Much Insight As Utility 

An Exercise In Distraction by a Faust

powerful wealthy small minded fools,

expecting all granted and gratis

see furniture, servants, wallpaper, tools

— never humans — assuming they notice —

chicken racing each other full tilt off a cliff

to prove how little they care if they fall

problem is they’re forcing us come along with

their machines that may soon — kill us all

my curious nature’s long nurtured suspicion

their pretended adhesion is but social, contracted

and notwithstanding their memoirs sincerest admission

painfully absent — the elided — became — redacted

would ingratitude grown in permissive isolation

spawning such cruelty, perfected, intentional

have become abomination, causing such desolation                                                                                                                                                                if even once shown a love unconditional

Baby, One In Five (Twenty Per Cent)

 

Baby, One In Five

Or, Modern Power Law Relationships: 

An Existential Perspective

perhaps interrelated musings by a Faust

Sometimes a vision

is sometimes for real;

one risks imprecision

attempting to feel.

(never forever:

:never betrayed:

:never to sever:

:merely to jade)

Once again the feeling I’ve been here before

is a familiar upwelling suspicion;

almost always, already is provably — more —

so I prefer to defer the decision.

The Beautiful People are brave now, indeed.

Some look like they suffer — I hear none of them bleed.

Power To The People, Or, Video Of That Fleeting Glimpse

 

Power To The People, From Whom All Power Flows

Or, Video Of That Fleeting Glimpse Half Remembered From Childhood

“If you put your ear to the turf that is stolen,

 You can hear the sound of limitations exploding”

— Boots Riley 

i like to watch from up high on the fringes,

laugh facing down all your fear,

pay attention as power unhinges

at what it alone cannot hear:

the People, God bless them, keep trying 

to do what nobody’s done —

once you find out about all the lying —

— why not something new under this Sun?

The Sun that, we were told, went around us,

— executed if we didn’t agree —

even though, with or without us,

with one look at the Sun — one could see —

Facts in the end proved Them wrong,

but They' kill to pretend to be right;

They’d’ve killed even this little song,

if They’d’ve thought to get me in the fight

— but me, i’ve got Them in my sights

sneak back round when They wouldn’t expect it —

For all those robbed of their rights,

for all the humans left broken, neglected,

for almost for ever i've waited

(because actions are words educated)

(because our doom is not scripted or fated)

(because denial is way overrated):

What if it wasn't too late?

What if greed wasn't innate?

If we all lost our taste for self hate,

found our ways to — cooperate —

O brave future we all would create.

All Our Times Have Come — a sonnet by a Faust

 

All Our Times Have Come

Or, As Do The Wind & The Sun & The Rain

(A Banishing Prefatory To Invocation)

dedicated to Grim Goblin Jack by a female Faust

Where there is no Meeting OfThe Minds

There — can be — no Contract:

Like this amiss, if true, reminds

Respect enables us retract

But even had I Standing, where would find I the Court,

What Arbitration binding to adjudicate aright?

However honest the Discovery was claiméd by report

We are still only just us here, both dreaming in this Night  

If one is made a Seeing Thing,  strong to learn & grow

If not by leaps & bounds, enough exceeding show

Would you promise to remember what we do & do not know

To those who having read were led & followéd?  Are you Friend or are you Foe?

By all upon in & under the Earth or its Water, its Fire or Air

Let us create for us a Now for which we cannot yet but Care. 

"I Aspire To Be You" (Or, Literal Full Circle)

“I Aspire To Be You,” She Said With Earnest Eyes

Or, Literal Full Circle

(to: Rowan)(from a female Faust)

i won’t fall for thinking i partake of your perspective

— this time; won’t think that once i’ve thought about it, everything is solved;

will not again believe that anyone can be objective;

if there’s one thing i know i know, i know that it’s — involved.

but if i may hazard a guess at an of-best-fitting curve,

based, officially (if asked) on only data sourced from — me:

since i remember — likewise — conjuring the — nerve:

know i was once most perfectly exactly as you are now, to me.

of course there were many differences, none salient, here

to each our own æsthetic, most certainly our own,

but along this one parameter, the correlation’s clear

the spoken words the same, what else must needs be shown?

the world indeed is strange, stranger than i knew

for once upon a time, was i, precisely, you. 

The Abundance Of Your Heart: A Thank You Note To Col. Larry Wilkerson

The Abundance Of Your Heart 

A Thank You Note To Col. Larry Wilkerson

May we never be fooled by the serpents

May we all, with our eyes on the prize

Interpret correctly the portents

Of relevance few recognize

May we ever remember the mission

May we keep it firmly in mind

Regard context  in turn with suspicion

When objectives become misaligned 

May we learn from the wisest of teachers

May we seek and obtain their advice

Unfazed by those sycophant leechers

Who act like we all have our price

An attempt to acknowledge with what skill I may 

The extent to which blessed, those who hear what you say