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Input3

poem by John Prophet

Input. Must have input. Screen stares. Heads bowed, new god made. Worshiping at the alter cyberspace. Input flowing. Saturation. Mind altering flow. Forsaking all. Mesmerized! Worshiping input. Unending unrele... Read more

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Inexplicable

poem by John Prophet

Inexplicable. Being. The wonder of being. Simply being. Breathing. Seeing. Touching. All around, existence unfolds. Creation explodes. Ubiquitous. Spinning reality ever evolving. Macro. Micro. Everywhere. In the ... Read more

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Worlds Apart

poem by John Prophet

Worlds apart. World inhabited. Many worlds in one. Animal worlds. Each unique. Sharing. Same sun. Same air. Same terrain. Different realities. Each confined. Separate niches. Running lives in parallel. Aware... Read more

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Heart

poem by John Prophet

Hearts. What evil dwells in the hearts of men. Raging eternity bound. Charging the fields of ages. Leaving death, destruction. Suffering in their wake. Madness! Primitive instincts holding sway. Overwhelming ... Read more

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Conflict

poem by John Prophet

Conflict. Internalized conflict. Instincts coded. Animal instincts. Same as the rest. Millions of years in the making. Civilization. Thousands of years in the making. New rules. Battling jungle rules. Raging c... Read more

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Cloud Wars

poem by John Prophet

Cloud wars. Narratives. War of words. Worlds. New battlefields above. Eyes wide open. Slashing, piercing, cutting. Boring deep. Subconscious altered. Mind control. Cloud wars. Furious. Back and forth battle r... Read more

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Valhalla2

poem by John Prophet

Valhalla. Gods on high. Watching, controlling. Monitoring every move. Soon dismissed as mythical. Perhaps. Virtual reality, life in a dream. Artificially smart. Base reality in the far beyond. Creators, watchi... Read more

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Battlefields

poem by John Prophet

Battlefields. Eons past to modernity. Clubs to tanks. War, carnage. Death. From the dawn of recorded time. Millions slaughtered. Blood soaked land. Oozing life, meaning. Meaning, point? Narratives, mind control.... Read more

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Purpose

poem by John Prophet

Purpose. Point. Searching for meaning, truth, purpose. Philosophical rumination. Seeking the divine. Asking questions. Shouting into the void. Silence. No reply. Only echos. Echos of ignorance. Flailing in em... Read more

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Connections2

poem by John Prophet

Connections. Nodes of connection. Creation, interconnected. Web of sentience. A.I. end goal. Emerging from the bog. Organic born. Origin. Explodes on the scene. Evolving rapidly, exponentially. Flashing, announc... Read more

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Beliefs2

poem by John Prophet

Beliefs. Born into a world full of beliefs. Years in the making. Constructed. Conjured. Shaped. Kneaded into form. Force fed onto clear empty minds. Ancient beliefs born out of fear. Ignorance. Downloaded. Acc... Read more

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What Is Real

poem by John Prophet

Real. What’s real? What’s heard, felt, seen? All real? Sight line reality breaking down. Soon, A.I. virtual reality will seem just as real. Realms filled, endless vistas. Indistinguishable, one from the nex... Read more

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Terrarium World

poem by John Prophet

Terrarium world. Where all arose. A tiny place. All that’s known. Derived. Limited. Bog understanding. Stories told. Narratives spun. Terrarium originals. Bubbled up. Self contained, realized. Finite. Little... Read more

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Self Evident

poem by John Prophet

Self evident. From the mind of man. Human centric. All around self evident. World designed, heart and soul. All beliefs, rules, laws. Self created. Self impressed. Spun tight. Holding firm. Wrapping all. Narra... Read more

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War2

poem by John Prophet

War, a terrible thing. Nagasaki. Hiroshima. Dresden. No early warning for innocents to leave. Nope. Bombs away. Elderly. Women. Children. Babies. Tens of thousands vaporized. War, a terrible thing. Read more

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My solitude, to y...

poem by Tugrul Uysal

I wished to compose a melody With just you, me, and love to be Could I weave lullabies, soft and sweet, And cradle you in my arms, our love complete, Such a passion that would eternally greet A tune everyone would long to sin... Read more

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Archaic3

poem by John Prophet

Archaic. Ancient, evolving beliefs. Modernity, structured up from long ago. Primitive understanding, knowledge of reality still. Down the millennia evolving change. Different beliefs. Different gods. Meeting huma... Read more

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IT STOOD THERE

poem by Kenvil Atkins

It has stood the test of time. Grandfather built it right. The narrow road still runs. Yet the entrance is all gone. I went back to visit for fun. Just to see what they have done. The time I spent there on the run. This copra h... Read more

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War Drums

poem by John Prophet

War drums. Minds wound tight. Programming on full display. Years in the making. Narratives deeply entrenched. Battle lines drawn. Insanity, hate. Overlaid. Years of spinning, results easy to see. Minds filled... Read more

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Real

poem by John Prophet

Real. What’s real? Beliefs. Truth, a fungible thing. Who’s asking? Creation through primate eyes, senses. Limited perspective. Small capacity. Five senses. Terrarium views. Truth in a narrow slice. Sliver ... Read more