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ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

Not Alone In the Darkness (As I Once Thought I Was)

Miss Tilt-a-World@



Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

Lights Out

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

That Once Respite Cave

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.

Crimson Lake (From 2008, flashing forward to 2022/April 19)

Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

Tender Love New And Quick...

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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Not Someone's Grand Illusion


with a tap
the words come lighted
on a page
but its not paper
its impulses
power imparted
in less than a blink
technology
has outstripped what we think
we think

I want my thoughts
to be my own
no Neo
the machine within
the man
I individuated
long ago
from the herd
from the words
that said who I was
though I never agreed

don't let anyone ever
define who you are
to how you are
how you be
in any one moment

what is being authentic
but knowing you have thoughts of your own
language you've stamped and earned
and made your own

I would never be a drone
made in the image of something else
so I could fit in among the others

strong children move beyond
their Mothers
and live within the frames
they've constructed for themselves

nano-bits and little chips
do not belong within a human brain
the Great Spirit would not let
the Universe alter His refrain
nor would I

I can compromise
but never in this conclusion
do not tamper with all that I've become
I will be myself
the one I've honed through all-experience
in tried and time-honored self-revolution
I am not
I will not be
someone else's grand illusion.

(this time science you try to pry too far
my response to the latest experimenting
with adding implants to the human brain
...this is not science. this is meddling.)

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