An Affinity, poem

Why?

Why is it that I see from the eyes

of the homeless,
of wants and needs,
in a land of plenty.

Maybe some were
middle class, and others have nots,
values of the American dream were
over inflated the value for some,
empty….

Or maybe an desperate need
of freedom from society.

I don’t know, but their numbers
are growing.

5th and Broadway

Made a light post
my home,
leaning against it in

lingerie
or fishnets,

seein’ all yah
folks go by
intent on your business

some smile and say hello
some ask my rate.

others with rudeness
shun me, and ask me to repent.

what I do, I would do
for free,

but how else would
a gal like me make a livin’?

But when you all go home
at night,

I’m humpin’ the post….

Dust

Once, twice and maybe

a score,

I gave my heart….

None were malicious,

But somehow,

Inexplicably,

They would,

Drop my heart,

Which shattered,

Then,

On the floor,

They’d grind their heels

Into the pieces,

‘Til all that was left

Was dust….

I’ve put it back together,

But it went slowly

Using a microscope,

Matching grain to grain,

Until I just finished it yesterday.

I’ve sat,

Staring at it

On it’s pedestal,

and

Unsure what to do….

I put it in

A steel box in a

Fortress,

Guarded by a

Dragon…..

Man In the Gutter

There’s a man name Civility,

slowly being covered in

snow.

Slowly, the snow melts

on tattered, stained, woolens

in dark colors, holes in his shoes.

Walkers pass him by,

some glance at him, while others see

a lump of cloths.

Civility struggles to sit up,

and bids them a hello,

a good morning, a good evening

as the sky darkens and the street lights come on,

A shadow from the darkness

moves from a broken,

a glinted of steel in a

gloved hand,

towards a man in a gutter….

From: Stone & Temple

10.24.2020

So folks, anyone out there believes we live in a “artificial’ simulation”?

Come, come, don’t be shy.

We live in age where we can exchange ideas on a net work that spans the world and space itself.

I mean, why not?

I’m a YouTuber, meaning I watch a lot of interesting stuff concerning things like existence and its nature

One video is “Why You’re Probably Not a Simulation”, by Cool Worlds, September 4th, 2020.

I think the question should be not whether we live in a simulated reality but how best we hack both possibilities.

If this reality is real, we would still pursue ways to augment it, through concepts like science or religion.

If stimulated, it gives humanity a new view towards upgrading our existence so to speak. To hack the simulation itself.

So, no worries as they say San Diego.

As for me, I’m busy hacking this reality, because what else I’m to do besides work a 9 to 5 job.

I makes life fun and gives me hope.

Awe

Awe…

of raw being without thought,
Intense energy
of horrors and joy.

Sometimes overwhelming.

I imagined orgies and being gangbanded
as ultimate experience,
while experience told me
I was a fool
having traveled with
far less numbers.

It’s the essence,
not the bounty
of the fruit.

10.22.2020

Here is a pleasant thought….

What if you received dreams that tell the future, especially dreams that warn of you off from bad decisions, and find that you can’t change that future, no matter what you do?

And what does that say about the concept of free will?

I have come to the conclusion that I receive these dreams not so that I can change my decisions, but t o be prepared for that future when it becomes the present.

And when the present becomes the present, I use my will power to survive and thrive, because it may be literally all that I can do.