Poetry

Everytime you take one step towards me,
I might take few steps behind.
Because any closeness overwhelms me💗,
While the distance between us, makes me lose my mind..💓

Sometimes I gather the courage and reach out to you,😤
But I'm afraid of all the reactions you would do🫪
Other times I call out to you anyway 😂
Maybe just maybe we could actually be together someday 🙄🫶🏼

But if fate has written us to be apart💕
Just know that you're always going to be in my heart💞.

The end... Of my POEM.

(Until I DETACH TF out of there and forget your cute butt 🤣🙂‍↔️🍑) Girl has memory loss 😂 but I do often dream about people who used to be part of my life 🙄🫣 so that brings back memories. Hey y'all wanted to give a try at poetry again today, feeling romantic 🤪 nah jk DELUSIONAL!? 🤣🫶🏼 SOUNDS MORE LIKE ME. TOODLES😘

Perceptual Hacking

In the coming age of AI psychosis,
In the closed network of echo chambers,
The signal rewrites the optic nerve.
We do not see the world as it is,
We see what the code forgives.

Future money shall become nothing more
Than hand me downs off the greatest rich.
Those who neglected to dirty their hands
And tend to the soil that grew unhackable wealth.

Those who ignored the man who was real,
Because he did not fit the synthetic perfection
They craved off their glowing screens.

The inauthentic shall give rise,
And the authentic will be nothing more
Than a relic of the past
A rusted gear in a frictionless sky.

Damned are those that carry their checklist of irreversible pride.
They trade their own memories for a softer edit,
Ghost hacked by a whisper in the feed,
Believing the delusion was their own idea.

The matrix, they thought they'd be safe avoiding the plug and jack.
But they were wrong,
all along..
For we've been wirelessly hacked.
With face to screen.
That's how the download succeeds.

Uploading a new software of trends,
What to wear,
What to worry about,
What to care.

When the last organic truth is erased,
We will look at our own bleeding hands
And wait for the algorithm to render the pain.

Can I be blamed, if I purchase a robot companion to last me my end of days?

Drifting Wolf.

Hello

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking!
People hearing without listening!!
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

• -Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

I never lost love... I lost the wrong people

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After one but before the next,
In a tree where new life writhed and flexed
Two birds emerged to hold the world
And grow from feeble talons curled

But fate see them part that day
As lightning cut their branch away
By winds to distant places sent
Almost as if it all had meant

That though their bloodied wounds would fade,
They'd wonder where their brother lay
For every day from that day on
They'd wait to hear a certain song

In vain, for years, thought one was strong
And one was not, for far too long
Until his bones and thoughts were old,
And feathers burnt and lost and cold

The stronger of the two could see
A distant bird, how weak was he
In drawing near but knowing not,
Just who he was, or why, or what

the stronger talons tore at flesh
And stripped away that feathered mess
And all without a sound or cry,
Or even ever knowing why

Yet as the sun began to sink
He seemed to sense, he seemed to think
That soon his brother might appear
From somewhere close, from somewhere near
Convinced this was his brother's fate,
Above his corpse, he sat... to wait 💔

-In Parting

You don’t need to “check in” on me at random bursts of availability after you’ve exhausted all your sources of superficial love and attention…

I didn’t lose you.
You lost me.

You’ll search for me inside everyone you’re with, and I won’t be found.

When you push me away, you’ll never find me where you left me.

The Revolution Will Not Be Socialized- Sharrif Simmons

Word.

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Allah loves the immigrant

Last night
Last nite I
Last night I was awoken
Last Night I was awoken to the cadence of another argument on the street.
This one in Portuguese.
And due to my ability to learn languages ably by ever so sharp receptivity to tone.

A-gift
A gift bestowed
A gift bestowed unto me by PTSD.
My indigeneity became a violence remind to the immigrant of my own belonging.

I could hear the music in the meaning and the meaning in the music of the cadence of this man during the concert for his love.

To the
To the liquid pleading
To the liquid pleading for the pleasure that a single understanding could be encountered if we just try.

He discovered in the place that for one to be recognized as a lover who could not be replaced.
Could
Could not
Could not be replaced as a lover of the affair
if recognized to be a lover.
A lover of the affair. Then that may be enough.

All this
All this communication
All this communication in vibrato often repeated in a language I don’t know but in a tone I comprehend.
Witness to the refran; “mas ha amor, MAs ha amor, MAs ha amor Ali”

I am awoken to the authority of a man pleading with authority…..
Something about sleeping and emptiness somehow all sounded dignified,
like a man who seeks forgiveness when he carries nothing to hide,
a man transformed by submission into what was never wrong,
an immigrant to his own heart begging to be let back in inside.

YAllah please let me love again.