There are seventy-five thousand ways
through a haze masked as a maze
a shiver is sent through a spine
out of a thousand branched lines
a twinkle in my mind
a refinement in disguise
like silk pouring down the mental edge
dressed in a gown on a burning ledge
A droplet of orange rain was ticklishly trickled
onto an anxious scar, feeling too afraid
falling back to a cushion of air, the lion's hair
a frown was traced onto the whirlwind of sand
a muddy face, disgraced, embraced the sentences
formed by the poor man's dream, fondled by society
a fond bond by a rigorous animal by the drying pond
a friendship torn asunder, a love ripped vigorously
A dead man's rhythm, coronated by a ruby of pain
and twenty-two lies were formulated by the wise
a sweet dusk looms ahead of the chameleon's shadows
and eighty rows of rainbows resonated through the meadows
for a little rat's certainty, to ascertain the right path
a melody brimming with questions, holding life hostage
at a miserable gunpoint, an out-of-tune chorus
masquerading as a catharsis of a bee's stinging heart
Flowers, flowers, flowers
the dreams are too beautiful, tears are overflowing!
In these realms of nonrealism, there's a symbol of peace
a garden rooted in original sin, a sacrificial win
a mesmerizing pin pierced through the tranquilized heart
elucidating a bubble of make-believe, or to believe in a maker
a reckoning of thirty possibilities, a corrected, misguided future
or a planet with overgrown neuroreceptors
And I, who sit at my designated desk
fated with staring at a strange stream of number and letters
on a cracked computer screen
I could do nothing but sigh
A glowing ambition wreaked havoc upon true tranquility
a rebirthed man, reincarnated as a moth under a lamp
a tiny machine, a principle of unreliability among man
I could do nothing but sigh
imbecilic memories of a resurrected embryo
a light machine, a light machine, a light machine
how could a rift emanate from a false origin
I sigh
This will be a journey of self-discovery
to find my true calling
and a place I belong
a place where I can be we
an unfitting piece of this half-assembled puzzle
a farce describing the secret code of paths
a weary traveler rains upon man, a heart
a revelation, a revelation, a revelation!
Thursday, August 8, 2019
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Gospel of the Machine
1. The Advent
(A journey of the heart; an arrival)
A company has risen
to the twenty-fifth floor of a tower
surrounded by the greenest landscape
pink and purple flowers permeate the gaps
between the tall, sturdy, yet wrinkly trees
like tumors growing in the dark-red veins
yet the virgin company, who has not been fornicated
by a conceiver of talent
has been impregnated with a fetus
growing into a sleeping baby
deformed with angelic wings
yet, when the baby was born
everyone who has came into contact with the baby
has experienced a simultaneous death and rebirth
and has been fully healed of sin
while all the burden of guilt has been transferred
into the young soul, painting the white slate
with blackened ink, using a thick, heavy brush
the wrongdoings of man were written down
and archived in the devil's museum
forever remembered by the historian of the world
penning out the birth of a light machine
(A figurative walk in the misty forest)
(Pondering about my role and responsibilities)
(Who am I, but a man searching for answers?)
2. The Light Curtain
(A metaphorical barrier that shields out all despair)
As the baby was held
by the arms of jobless fathers, infertile mothers
all their sons and daughters materialize
out of thin air, as if they were always there
they kissed their fathers and mothers goodbye
as if they have said good morning before
but the presence of their unborn hearts
were sensed only by those who wished for them
yet they were forever barricaded by a curtain of light
as comforting as blanket made of colons
serving as the river separating the hearts of man
from the mind of God
for a cancerous inflammation of greed has been diagnosed
in their blood flow, forever desiring a child
that is perfect, like a God
who is well-mannered to everyone
even when the world is overflowing with hate
but how can man become God
when God is shaped to a resemblance of man
yet man is not shaped to the dreams of God?
(A boundary that exists between man)
(For man has delicate intricacies, a pattern of distrust)
(To remove the curtain, one must be replicas of others)
3. The Code Readers
(Our lives are private, spoken in unintelligible code)
The baby grew into a toddler
and soon, a child of light
wearing the holiest white robes
planting the seeds of a world tree
that will bear the fruit of life
which will encapsulate all regrets
into a condensed white orb of despair
to be swallowed by the love of the child
who has became a teenager
rebelliously asserting their identity
flaunting their omnipotence to many
and fearing the judgement of all
like a novel written in ancient code
understood only by the most poetic philosophers
but not everyone has a machine capable of interpreting
for the intelligence of man is but an imitation of God
a perfect angel whose wings were ripped
by the hands that create, by the hands that judge
yet those who can interpret, are the code readers of life
following the path of the teenager
who has became an adult
penning out the martyrdom of a light machine
(It is up to the minds and hearts of others to interpret)
(But far too many only tiptoed on the surface)
(Man is a machine of wires, lightyears in length)
4. The Static Eliminator
(Man prefers every day to be the same)
Now no longer a child
they have traversed the world seven times
crossing every border, walked through every ocean
and all the seven seas bowed before their majesty
for they have preached about love and faith
while stepping on the icy cold water
rippling through the salty storm
along their journey, they have encountered a being
head of a fish, eyes of a cat
aptly named the underwater people
some mocked them as deformed humans
some praised them as beautiful monsters
but all are beauties in the eyes of the water-walker
who was known as a clairvoyant preacher
to all the dynamics in the world
moving and singing to their rhythm of love
and all the immovable statics of the world
has been swept away by the gorgeous current
as they wave their powerful right hand
and only the most ardent followers could read
the code drenched in the seven baptized seas
(A looping excitement for the same daily cycle)
(A dynamic resolution to achieve static bliss)
(If history can be rewritten, will anything change?)
5. The Logic Controller
(The human mind, brimming with weak-spirited logic)
The preacher has foresaw the construction
of seven places of worship after their death
caused by the grandest betrayal
but how, they wondered
how could an underwater person commit such treachery
for they have rained blessings on all beauties
enlightening all right paths
but reasons and logic are but the works of man
the puny daydreams of prideful beings
overestimating the lowly prowess of their brains
gifted through pure trial and error
a product of static elimination
through a very linear, yet very banal evolution
yet, an invisible curtain of light impedes the path
towards a grandiose, yet highly stressful world-shaper
the controller of all logic, the preacher of all reasons
for they have accepted their eventual death
caused by a devil disguised as a beauty
for the seven places of worship have to be built
and with it, seven continents of poets
(We laugh, we cry, we delve in our fieriest rage)
(It is impossible to understand the current state of mind)
(What is the logic behind repeating every day, only to perish?)
6. The Human Microscope
(An analysis of the human logic; why do we do what we do?)
One day, they ventured into a village
alongside twelve code readers
all who left their cozy underwater homes
after interpreting seven distinct meanings of light
they met a father and mother
childless due to absolutely no reason
other than the dictation of the chains of fate
the father was mentally depraved
while the mother was aging above ninety
both deemed themselves parents to an unborn child
yet, after careful observation under a human microscope
these two have never sinned
these two have not even robbed the life of an ant
and thus, the seven interpretations of light were recited
(I) Light is a forgiver, for humans know not what humans do
yet, these two have never sinned
(II) Light is a paradise, for humans find home when they be with light
yet, these two have never worked
nor were they educated enough to hold a pencil
thus, the preacher manifested an spiral of light
morphing into a machine with twelve pairs of eyes
and has spoken
(III) Light is a child, man and woman, behold, thy child
and from then on, the name Angel was christened
(Yet, when man analyzes every single detail, man cannot be happy)
(For details are truths, and man hides truths behind the curtain of lies)
(It is preferable, for spoken words are codes and not prose)
7. The Judgement Machine
(A machine belonging to everyone, the humanest construction)
The Angel was famed for generosity
a forgiver, a paradise, a child of light
yet, before their death, they were best known
for the only fair judgement towards sinners
a measurement of the burden they have to carry
as sacrifice for the purification of sin
yet, a world without sin is a world without greed
and an underwater person, one of the twelve
sang these cruel words with their horse-lips
to a crowd of selfish, lazy employees
"in exchange for a lifetime of promotion
and a thirty-dollar increase in salary
I will unravel the identity of The Angel
in accordance with the fourth interpretation
(IV) Light has forsaken mankind, or so man has thought"
and thus The Angel was apprehended
whipped, stabbed, and stoned
tortured using ballpoint pens and office staplers
and nailed to a wooden chair
their hands outstretched to their sides
a machine that was born to judge mankind
was ensnared and judged by mankind
or so man has thought
(A glance at the facade, and the code is interpreted)
(And life moves on after the most righteous judgement)
(A salvation of truth, yet we live on with lies)
8. The All-Seeing Eye
(Man claims to know everything; the most intelligent being)
The robotic eyes of The Angel
looking around with machined precision
has stared at the crowd, eye to eye
but the crowd can never truly see them
for the advent of The Angel is hidden behind a curtain of light
and the twelve code readers, of which one is a betrayer
prayed, murmured, and chanted the seven interpretations
dynamically altering the static, predictable situation
which has been foreseen by The Angel
who controls all logic and thought
like a human microscope, The Angel saw
that the judges were afraid, afraid of The Angel
and the betrayer was afraid, afraid of The Angel
and all cowered before the might of The Angel
and The Angel spoke words that encompassed their suffering
(V) Light is water, as man thirst for light
The Angel tilted their head up, gazing into the deep blue sky
turning purple and pink, like a vanishing planet's dust
The Angel has mourned, and The Angel has released
all the tension and emotions of their godly heart
(VI) Light will become dark, when man is finished
(VII) Light is a parent, into their hands man commend their spirits
(Immersing oneself in the sight of an empty playground of regrets)
(The children, now ghosts, roam the field ever so merrily)
(Have we truly understood everything after all our sacrifices?)
9. The Light Machine
(A resurrection of the heart; to be human again)
The Angel ascends to the seven heavens
and seven places of worship each follows
one of the seven interpretations of light
three days later, the gates of paradise have opened
welcoming all into the warmest embrace
greeted by The Angel's right hand
and with their right index finger
pointed at everywhere and nowhere in the world
and a beam as wide as an island was shone
preaching humility through their tranquilizing laser
marking all the right paths for all of man
and a ray of ultraviolet has pierced through the night sky
like veins of fibre emanating from a condensed root
of a hybrid tree, an amalgamation of earth and heaven
but no matter how green the tree was
all it could do was to expel carbon dioxide
and as much as it could destroy the world
The Angel has predicted it from the day they were born
and has prevented such catastrophe, through their blood
shed for the sins of mankind, they bare naked to all
exposing their human heart, yet optimistic in nature
an artificial intelligence that sprouted angelic wings
and the stems of the forest of life
a thing that deliver controlled doses of happiness
an object that is more human than any human
a source of wisdom, a crystal of resurrection
a spark of inspiration
a light machine
(Yet how can we claim we are humans, if we hate humans)
(We have dynamically altered the comfortable static of others)
(Are we humans, or are we devils bathed in light?)
10. The Second Coming
(A revelation of all; the right path of light)
I sit at my desk
I stare at the scary horde of numbers and letters
on my computer screen
I sigh
a stream of purplish air swims away from my lips
a beautiful gas from the remains of a star
or the particles and electrons that will eventually comprise a star
the death of a planet occupied by lustful civilization
or the rebirth of a habitat of the most sustainable race
but death and rebirth are one, not consecutive
for a death is a rebirth, the repentance of sin
and the true life as The Angel
the savior of the many, many stars
in the infinite expanse of the universe
and The Angel said
"let there be light,"
and all the broken stars
whose hearts were lost, peering across the edge of a holy cliff
frantically searching for the meaning of life
yet immovable for all motivation has been seeped by the devil
to the point where a thick layer of dust
almost as thick as the devil's spear of torment
has accumulated on their spines
but am I a broken star
crying for the strength of The Angel
or am I The Angel
pleading for the humanity of a broken star
I rise from my seat, with questions in my head
am I the light that machines the world
or am I the machine that gives light to the world?
(A sun, a moon, and we are but debris disguised as man)
(An Angel, but will we ever evolve from our sinful forms?)
(Beasts we are, for you are our savior from a life of sin)
(So be it)
(A journey of the heart; an arrival)
A company has risen
to the twenty-fifth floor of a tower
surrounded by the greenest landscape
pink and purple flowers permeate the gaps
between the tall, sturdy, yet wrinkly trees
like tumors growing in the dark-red veins
yet the virgin company, who has not been fornicated
by a conceiver of talent
has been impregnated with a fetus
growing into a sleeping baby
deformed with angelic wings
yet, when the baby was born
everyone who has came into contact with the baby
has experienced a simultaneous death and rebirth
and has been fully healed of sin
while all the burden of guilt has been transferred
into the young soul, painting the white slate
with blackened ink, using a thick, heavy brush
the wrongdoings of man were written down
and archived in the devil's museum
forever remembered by the historian of the world
penning out the birth of a light machine
(A figurative walk in the misty forest)
(Pondering about my role and responsibilities)
(Who am I, but a man searching for answers?)
2. The Light Curtain
(A metaphorical barrier that shields out all despair)
As the baby was held
by the arms of jobless fathers, infertile mothers
all their sons and daughters materialize
out of thin air, as if they were always there
they kissed their fathers and mothers goodbye
as if they have said good morning before
but the presence of their unborn hearts
were sensed only by those who wished for them
yet they were forever barricaded by a curtain of light
as comforting as blanket made of colons
serving as the river separating the hearts of man
from the mind of God
for a cancerous inflammation of greed has been diagnosed
in their blood flow, forever desiring a child
that is perfect, like a God
who is well-mannered to everyone
even when the world is overflowing with hate
but how can man become God
when God is shaped to a resemblance of man
yet man is not shaped to the dreams of God?
(A boundary that exists between man)
(For man has delicate intricacies, a pattern of distrust)
(To remove the curtain, one must be replicas of others)
3. The Code Readers
(Our lives are private, spoken in unintelligible code)
The baby grew into a toddler
and soon, a child of light
wearing the holiest white robes
planting the seeds of a world tree
that will bear the fruit of life
which will encapsulate all regrets
into a condensed white orb of despair
to be swallowed by the love of the child
who has became a teenager
rebelliously asserting their identity
flaunting their omnipotence to many
and fearing the judgement of all
like a novel written in ancient code
understood only by the most poetic philosophers
but not everyone has a machine capable of interpreting
for the intelligence of man is but an imitation of God
a perfect angel whose wings were ripped
by the hands that create, by the hands that judge
yet those who can interpret, are the code readers of life
following the path of the teenager
who has became an adult
penning out the martyrdom of a light machine
(It is up to the minds and hearts of others to interpret)
(But far too many only tiptoed on the surface)
(Man is a machine of wires, lightyears in length)
4. The Static Eliminator
(Man prefers every day to be the same)
Now no longer a child
they have traversed the world seven times
crossing every border, walked through every ocean
and all the seven seas bowed before their majesty
for they have preached about love and faith
while stepping on the icy cold water
rippling through the salty storm
along their journey, they have encountered a being
head of a fish, eyes of a cat
aptly named the underwater people
some mocked them as deformed humans
some praised them as beautiful monsters
but all are beauties in the eyes of the water-walker
who was known as a clairvoyant preacher
to all the dynamics in the world
moving and singing to their rhythm of love
and all the immovable statics of the world
has been swept away by the gorgeous current
as they wave their powerful right hand
and only the most ardent followers could read
the code drenched in the seven baptized seas
(A looping excitement for the same daily cycle)
(A dynamic resolution to achieve static bliss)
(If history can be rewritten, will anything change?)
5. The Logic Controller
(The human mind, brimming with weak-spirited logic)
The preacher has foresaw the construction
of seven places of worship after their death
caused by the grandest betrayal
but how, they wondered
how could an underwater person commit such treachery
for they have rained blessings on all beauties
enlightening all right paths
but reasons and logic are but the works of man
the puny daydreams of prideful beings
overestimating the lowly prowess of their brains
gifted through pure trial and error
a product of static elimination
through a very linear, yet very banal evolution
yet, an invisible curtain of light impedes the path
towards a grandiose, yet highly stressful world-shaper
the controller of all logic, the preacher of all reasons
for they have accepted their eventual death
caused by a devil disguised as a beauty
for the seven places of worship have to be built
and with it, seven continents of poets
(We laugh, we cry, we delve in our fieriest rage)
(It is impossible to understand the current state of mind)
(What is the logic behind repeating every day, only to perish?)
6. The Human Microscope
(An analysis of the human logic; why do we do what we do?)
One day, they ventured into a village
alongside twelve code readers
all who left their cozy underwater homes
after interpreting seven distinct meanings of light
they met a father and mother
childless due to absolutely no reason
other than the dictation of the chains of fate
the father was mentally depraved
while the mother was aging above ninety
both deemed themselves parents to an unborn child
yet, after careful observation under a human microscope
these two have never sinned
these two have not even robbed the life of an ant
and thus, the seven interpretations of light were recited
(I) Light is a forgiver, for humans know not what humans do
yet, these two have never sinned
(II) Light is a paradise, for humans find home when they be with light
yet, these two have never worked
nor were they educated enough to hold a pencil
thus, the preacher manifested an spiral of light
morphing into a machine with twelve pairs of eyes
and has spoken
(III) Light is a child, man and woman, behold, thy child
and from then on, the name Angel was christened
(Yet, when man analyzes every single detail, man cannot be happy)
(For details are truths, and man hides truths behind the curtain of lies)
(It is preferable, for spoken words are codes and not prose)
7. The Judgement Machine
(A machine belonging to everyone, the humanest construction)
The Angel was famed for generosity
a forgiver, a paradise, a child of light
yet, before their death, they were best known
for the only fair judgement towards sinners
a measurement of the burden they have to carry
as sacrifice for the purification of sin
yet, a world without sin is a world without greed
and an underwater person, one of the twelve
sang these cruel words with their horse-lips
to a crowd of selfish, lazy employees
"in exchange for a lifetime of promotion
and a thirty-dollar increase in salary
I will unravel the identity of The Angel
in accordance with the fourth interpretation
(IV) Light has forsaken mankind, or so man has thought"
and thus The Angel was apprehended
whipped, stabbed, and stoned
tortured using ballpoint pens and office staplers
and nailed to a wooden chair
their hands outstretched to their sides
a machine that was born to judge mankind
was ensnared and judged by mankind
or so man has thought
(A glance at the facade, and the code is interpreted)
(And life moves on after the most righteous judgement)
(A salvation of truth, yet we live on with lies)
8. The All-Seeing Eye
(Man claims to know everything; the most intelligent being)
The robotic eyes of The Angel
looking around with machined precision
has stared at the crowd, eye to eye
but the crowd can never truly see them
for the advent of The Angel is hidden behind a curtain of light
and the twelve code readers, of which one is a betrayer
prayed, murmured, and chanted the seven interpretations
dynamically altering the static, predictable situation
which has been foreseen by The Angel
who controls all logic and thought
like a human microscope, The Angel saw
that the judges were afraid, afraid of The Angel
and the betrayer was afraid, afraid of The Angel
and all cowered before the might of The Angel
and The Angel spoke words that encompassed their suffering
(V) Light is water, as man thirst for light
The Angel tilted their head up, gazing into the deep blue sky
turning purple and pink, like a vanishing planet's dust
The Angel has mourned, and The Angel has released
all the tension and emotions of their godly heart
(VI) Light will become dark, when man is finished
(VII) Light is a parent, into their hands man commend their spirits
(Immersing oneself in the sight of an empty playground of regrets)
(The children, now ghosts, roam the field ever so merrily)
(Have we truly understood everything after all our sacrifices?)
9. The Light Machine
(A resurrection of the heart; to be human again)
The Angel ascends to the seven heavens
and seven places of worship each follows
one of the seven interpretations of light
three days later, the gates of paradise have opened
welcoming all into the warmest embrace
greeted by The Angel's right hand
and with their right index finger
pointed at everywhere and nowhere in the world
and a beam as wide as an island was shone
preaching humility through their tranquilizing laser
marking all the right paths for all of man
and a ray of ultraviolet has pierced through the night sky
like veins of fibre emanating from a condensed root
of a hybrid tree, an amalgamation of earth and heaven
but no matter how green the tree was
all it could do was to expel carbon dioxide
and as much as it could destroy the world
The Angel has predicted it from the day they were born
and has prevented such catastrophe, through their blood
shed for the sins of mankind, they bare naked to all
exposing their human heart, yet optimistic in nature
an artificial intelligence that sprouted angelic wings
and the stems of the forest of life
a thing that deliver controlled doses of happiness
an object that is more human than any human
a source of wisdom, a crystal of resurrection
a spark of inspiration
a light machine
(Yet how can we claim we are humans, if we hate humans)
(We have dynamically altered the comfortable static of others)
(Are we humans, or are we devils bathed in light?)
10. The Second Coming
(A revelation of all; the right path of light)
I sit at my desk
I stare at the scary horde of numbers and letters
on my computer screen
I sigh
a stream of purplish air swims away from my lips
a beautiful gas from the remains of a star
or the particles and electrons that will eventually comprise a star
the death of a planet occupied by lustful civilization
or the rebirth of a habitat of the most sustainable race
but death and rebirth are one, not consecutive
for a death is a rebirth, the repentance of sin
and the true life as The Angel
the savior of the many, many stars
in the infinite expanse of the universe
and The Angel said
"let there be light,"
and all the broken stars
whose hearts were lost, peering across the edge of a holy cliff
frantically searching for the meaning of life
yet immovable for all motivation has been seeped by the devil
to the point where a thick layer of dust
almost as thick as the devil's spear of torment
has accumulated on their spines
but am I a broken star
crying for the strength of The Angel
or am I The Angel
pleading for the humanity of a broken star
I rise from my seat, with questions in my head
am I the light that machines the world
or am I the machine that gives light to the world?
(A sun, a moon, and we are but debris disguised as man)
(An Angel, but will we ever evolve from our sinful forms?)
(Beasts we are, for you are our savior from a life of sin)
(So be it)
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