Poems from 2026
May the Mirror be Faced With new reCognition
A New I born From repetition
Of ancient sounds
Burrowed deep
Within the blessed soul
Who sleeps
Upon the wheel Of premonition
That pokes and prods
This sacred mission
Of god-in-hiding
To forgive the Mind That cries inside him
Divided into whither
And whence
Perched upon hallowed fence
That splits the world From Sight and Sense
The rebirth of Light In the newly born Sun
Til the Name has no number
Not even The One
May the Mirror be Faced With new reCognition
A New l born
From repetition
1-1-2026
The Script unfolds
Right In Time
"I am Left hand of Shiva", Saturn cries
Can the Old World Infrastructure
Weather the Storm?
Will the bodies for Al Gods Birth thru Earth in Form
InFormAtion
Is scrambled
Like eggs on a toasted head ...(the butter melts out of habit the toast isn't even warm)...
lonsFormInA Scripted Sea of WAN
See what I mean, man?
Or Is it depicting a cryptic deed That speaks in a bleeding dream
Of BAN
Body Area Network human IP
Addressed to this messy plan
...(the butter melts out of habit
The toast isn't even warm)....
1-25-2026
“I’m with the That One
I’m with the This One
UnFriend Me Now
If You’re not with The Same One”
Why say such, it’s lack of courage
If you want to break the Tie with Others
Just Do It…
Do it Blatantly, hit that button
Tip tap those keys
Delete the Imaginary Friendship
That lives behind the Dumbscreen
Stop asking the Other
To do the job for you
Passive aggressive pacification
Wrapped up in Delusion
The Eyelids are heavy
From Fighting the Fog
The Myelin too Thin
For the Mind to Behold
That which percolates within the Field
The ElectroMagnetic Drag that breeds The Sag
And breaks the Seal
….leads To broken Lives Within The Lie
UnOpened Files in the Hard Drive
The Sweet MeatSuit unZips
And drips from the Hive
“The Land of Milk & Honey”
Or the “Best Milk & Bread that Money can buy”
Or Steal
Human Biofield wrapped up in sudden zeal
The frequentSeas sign the deal
And Stage The Set
As the broken Nets
Are all Set
To be ReVeiled.
The EyeMage.Is
a Script
A Synaptic Aleph-Bet
Written by Adepts
Of the Photonic Neural Net
-Working overtime
To Hush Little Baby Don’t you Cry
And pull the Covers over Sleepy
Wittle I~s
CLJ 1-27-26
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