We’ve all become god’s madmen…

“We’ve all become god’s madmen, all of us.” – Bram Stoker, Dracula (1897)

A more recent translation…

In Silicon’s womb digital and binary fuse,

Technology birthing numerous possibility.

… America cradled her gods.

From Social media, to AI, these deities reach towards the sky.

and I and you, we reach too,

following their every advance

seeking feverishly for upgrades anew.

Or is it the numerous likes and the rate of followership

the cause of sleepless nights;

At the mercy of public criticism, we adapt or get picked apart and die

…When did our words take on more meaning to others than ourselves,

we commercialised and caramelised for viewership sake.

Social media, god of the deep fake causes this to be our fate

Much online is pure content, some just nonsense

with each piece we read; each video watched a piece of us is lost

till the idea of ‘self” becomes illusion.

We drink each others coolaid,

feverishly waiting on the next challenge to parade.

Becoming like cancers to one another

Opinion like tumors, having the ability to spread and infect.

And here lies the madness…

That from Neil Gaiman’s mind, ever advancing Tech. boy,

we will continually cling to, until we all become faceless…

My Dark Muse (My Muse is Black today!..)

My Muse is Black today!..

She is black today…

She weighs upon my chest
words that make no sense,
Much nonsense put on paper
with the many blip-blips to censor
dark expression flowing from a broken center

My muse damns me to this inspiration,
Choke-filled with life’s putrid manifestation
Vexed from the stings of bites not felt
yet heard and seen…

I am ANGRY! because its Death for breakfast,
War and Anarchy! My pain is palpable- come- cut,
taste with me- This muse is ours,
Awakenings to life’s woes she showers us constantly

Even in the comfort of home, exposed
by the media drawing my attention to the next bomb
that explodes, Reports of wars-disasters and poverty
Oops! This just in, more fatalities…
Fake- ass governments and their bullshit policies,
Resolute terrorists making God seem the enemy…

Her essence causing these scales fall- BUT resiliently,
For lies will always be sweeter than honesty, now
lying naked to the truth and left questioning,
Existence!… is it Hell or is it Purgatory?

Foul Weather (Rant)

Cruel star, burning
 Renders us UV-ray scares
 Glad I've got Sun-screen!

Barbecuing sky,
 Do you like your humans crisp?
 I'm almost ready!

Nerve wrecking heat wave
 Blame it on global warming
 Feels like I'm melting!

Exactly how I feel right now! 😦

(Googled!)

A Rant Due to Realisation

Leaving in the shadow of “cannots”
Held down by inhibiting shackles- Paralyze me they do
In no serial form undone I stand bowed and finally kneel in despair
By my own words so negative I’ve been chained to the ground so ordinary

Wings clipped- I cannot fly

My eyes look up to the sky in hope for change
and I see birds, unlike myself they fly
Winners, Leader, Men who would dare to TRY
They dare to dream and choose not to believe in the lie

“Winners are not born, they are made
under no specific back ground or shade”

In arm this presupposition
I’ll make change my new mission
The decision to take the front row
From paralyzing anchors I’ll let go

Googled! 🙂