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Under the dark sky of 2025, where the Genetic Basin pulses
like an overloaded server beneath the shadows of a Sulimi,
my thoughts flow like a faulty algorithm through 6G networks,
whistling beneath faces lit by screens, with AirPods in ears,
running through Amazon Go, crushing biodegradable packaging,
in a digital chaos colder than the melted ice of the Arctic.
Faces of extinguished moons, scrolling TikTok under artificial neon,
with quantum phones vibrating in pockets, lost AI messages,
in the metaverses of a world forgetting to breathe under the gray sky.
Baneasa Mall, now an NFT hub, with free tokens fluttering,
like false stars, bots from online marketplaces invading,
shouting "IT'S FREE!", grabbing synthetic meat, solar energy by the box.
The autonomous bus rattles like a faulty drone, shaken,
where the Suleni virtually trample each other to be the first to board in AR,
to be the first to descend, to sit, crawling slowly through VR, but dashing,
like panthers at the "drop" of a rare NFT—a grotesque dance under the sky,
gray with climate change, under lost AI rhythms.
The Church of the "Holy Sepulchre", a 4K live stream, with digital bags,
sprinting at bayonet, ready to overturn a sanctified NFT, shouting,
"Sirrr, we're in line too!"—a knowing but blind mob,
under pixelated vaults of forgetfulness, under the heavy sky of 2025.
On graphene slabs, between cleaning robots and 3D printers,
I ask: those who built Opera, Roman baths, divine statues,
would they have crawled on nanotube floors for virtual energy?
The master whispers: "These were brought, heating with biofuel,
on trodden floors, with straw under the gray sky!" Today, assistance,
robotic parking, digital muddle, quantum discord, discipline,
under AI sanctions, like Pavlov's algorithm—a metaverse of oblivion.
Under the dim light of a holographic screen, I see the Sulimea as a shadow,
hybrid, with neural implants, unsporty digital fauns, lost.
In quantified globalization, wings broken by AI, stars melted in carbon clouds,
a drained Genetic Basin under the rhythms of an AI mimicking
Inna's voice—my melancholy is a lost code, an eternal bug, a dream,
magic under silent slabs, where Chess Pieces no longer see, and I remain, blind,
under the sky of 2025, an echo of a millennium shattered into ashes.
Beauty from the Inside-Out
We have searched for unfading and true beauty in unsearchable places.
It is unfortunately to most of us, we have ears but cannot hear-we have eyes but we cannot see
We have become nonentities due to ideas and influence that persuaded us that beauty is the outward appearance, short skirts, makeup’s, high heel shoes, hip stars and all that.
We have been fooled and still perpetuating in outer of reality,
But now I understand, that the creator of beauty, knows its purpose and he defines its source and function, This is the Beauty is from the inside-out.
You are beautiful-I see your beauty from inside–out, my African Queen, yes you are beautiful
I have searched for unfading and true beauty, from mountain to the highest mountain, from the sea to the deepest sea. The beauty that is premier and brighter to lighten my dark moments and my dark path, The beauty that can never be influenced by western cultures, civilization or globalization, the beauty of African Queen. - Original from its birth, its quality and value never diminish, It Can never be bought, neither can it be sold, it is priceless……And only attained by them that understand its source. This is the beauty from the inside-out
You are beautiful-I see your beauty from inside–out, my African Queen, yes you are beautiful
I have searched for unfading and true beauty for decades; Finally, I have arrived at its source,
You are beautiful; don’t let them lie to you, perfect as you beyond man, s imagination
Fearful and wonderfully made, divinely designed just to be you-as you are-on other
How beautiful you are! My Darling, your pure heart spritz forth to the outside,
Your heartbeat speaks the mystery language only known in the world of True Love,
Your eyes behind your veil are as white as dove’s, bringing out the message from the inside.
Your mouth speaks forth the words of healing from the inside to the broken hearted. Your lips drop sweetness and entice me to deep heavenly kisses. Milk and Honey are under your tongue; Your legs describe the pillars of joy to my soul. Your body is like polished Ivory-decorated with diamond and gold, Oh My love, Oh my love-you have the beauty from the inside-out.
You are beautiful-I see your beauty from inside–out, my African Queen, yes you are beautiful
When the 21st century stepped into its third decade, the major tone of the world sharply switched. Internecine confrontation, cartelism and calumniation snaffled the high pitch, while comprehension, cooperation and cosmopolitanism, like ill-adapting burdens and nuisances, are inexorably pitched out of the era's finickier and finickier register.
The last 4 years, principally accountable for the bend toward such trend, has a clear pattern.
Since the moment that pussy-grabber grabbed the oval office through foreign fix, everything seemed to have been predetermined.
Needless to argue: just as a train steering along its normal route suddenly swerved into an appalling aberration under multiple symptoms of systematic failure, poped up a chain of bizzare behaviors: a row of willful withdrawals from multiple international organizations and treaties, barefaced dunning over allies for protection fees, capricious veer of trade vanes highlighting haphasard jitters of tariff rates toward countries of utterly different natures and qualities, pussyfooting pace toward putin and patronizing pose before pals as well as other unpredictable hitches and glitches in the making and implementation of policies or even nondescript whimsical whistles that had perplexed many politicians, publicists and observers who believe U.S to have relapsed into isolationism, that is, paying more attentions to or becoming exclusively occupied in its own business with less or without interventions or concerns upon external matters. Many uttered criticism over this phlegmatic position, pointing out it was the isolationism that had connived at the fascist aggrandizement and caused the inadequacy of vigilance in the pearl harbor incident before it finally gave way to requisite engagement. But I have to say the wording of isolationism is simply unfitting nowadays. One can prove this by drawing a comparison between the degree of globalization of recent times and that before world war 2. As we take a glimpse back to the period around 1940, we can find that oversea entities and links were relatively meagre and the corresponding influence and leverage upon other countries relatively negligible. At that time, pursuing isolationism was more or less of a certain venial aspect.
Alarm clock screams, it's time to rise,
bye bye sleepy dreams, into the lows from last night's highs,
ready yourself for the line or the cubicle cage,
tell yourself you'll be fine, while you silently rage,
what new rules will come today,
avoiding the fools and the sheep that bray,
newsmen divide and your social feed echoes,
be careful with your pride or you're suffering woes,
reach for the dial and your favorite noise,
mile after mile with a secret weapon of choice,
how much longer can you keep it up,
bosses are getting younger, bereft of common sense in their coffee cup,
peso and the rupee got more value than the dollar,
dwindling value of a college degree, into the streets they scream and holler,
women acting like men and men becoming women,
asinine feelings are destroying the true feminine,
can't afford the things you want to buy,
living on a shoestring brings a heavy sigh,
us and them have increasing identity,
moans from bedlam have become normality,
T.V shows have lost the plot,
anything goes, it's nothing but rot,
advert breaks are just for big Parma,
they've got the pills for your latest drama,
another fresh face in the workplace,
someone's son or daughter sent for the slaughter,
the old are pushed aside and the youth have no pride,
tradition has begun to crumble, careful where you tread, you may tumble,
no respect for the true and too much ego for the false,
skies and seas no longer blue, people too quick to highlight your faults,
isms and phobias are handed out,
while ancient axioms are argued about,
can't help worrying about people,
hurrying and scurrying and running up the big steep hill,
so many fragile egos seeking likes and clicks,
just beggars with an empty bag of tricks,
frettin' and sweatin' what you're not gettin',
no one cares you're not thrivin' or gettin' thin,
for a cheeseburger and fries is a quick and easy meal,
instant gratification is the prize, gotta satiate the current feel,
local store sells things from foreign soil,
globalization has many hells, but who really cares of anothers sweat and cheaper toil,
keep on, keeping on, with no true goal in sight,
you're a king or a queen, not a pawn, deep down you know life isn't right.
the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend.
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance in abuse of power, plus republicans' acquiescence, plunges to a state perversely putrescent,
in consequence, honest individuals wizened while tower of liar and mar-a-lago mire tumescent.
High as the staff's passions hit, perfectly as their patiences fit, more than half at last have to quit.
What has ground away every panjandrum's wit and grit?
His inopportune blah-blah and twitter tantrum bit after bit,
the latter a globe-mocked target and also, often a globe-shocking tool kit.
Atmosphere of allies only too calm and bland,
against them, with his single hand,
he stirs up trade wars amid the entire world's guffaws.
Prostrate shall be the security of homeland,
prostrate shall be the competence of diplomatic corps,
bolt upright frontier walls shall stand----
but stand only in his brain, which constantly bolts out lunatic lore.
Pants on fire, collars on fire, hard and fast is this refractory liar.
Really a refractory and prolific liar, really a refractory and lifetime liar,
boasting his lying score higher than the steepest steeple's spire,
never plans to retire, until one day he has to expire.
Nonsense the globalization trend, nonsense what the majority attend,
abandoning all oversea interests and renouncing all international duties are the cause he shall defend.
And the itinerary of isolationism, his pilgrimage route.
Endorsed by none, would he be alone? A point nothing moot.
Epiphanic from Roman catacombs, arms open, ecstatic and naked----an epiphany non-faked----
Nero comes up to embrace him grinnily, like a kindred spirit in long pursuit eventually slaked
acting as his soul mate cum his sole friend
and escorting him all along to his final end.
His final end, Nero's end, that's who could brazen out the mass hoot.
His final end, Hell's end, that's where he takes root.
A couple of appearance and your done
You've passed all the requirements
nonchanlantly you cheer
cause you've finally received the key
to the prison that you've been trapped in for years
You receive your diploma
Now high school's over
Life begins
and the real world starts yanking
you by the throat
letting less air through the hole
pressuring you to be something
to do anything productive
As soon as summer heat hits
you know your gonna need money
cause outside in the real world
it's expensive
and jobs are a necessity
but few are acquirable
So you rely on parents
that are so intolerable
Tryna pave a way
do better than what they say
they want better for you
they want you to achieve
the sun, the earth, and the moon
Competition overseas makes us lose revenue
because of globalization less jobs are attainable
and we sweat and we work hard
tryna earn the paycheck that will
save us from being poor
we want a different score
A different area code
we want better
therefore life after high school
Is simply the beginning
Europe's cold heart
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a nationalist hails from a country evolved naturally
yet no shy absorbing what is useful for other,
there is an unspoken agreement on how people should
behave, which can be strange to others, but fits the national physics.
From our view Macron, in the words of Oscar Wilde
“deep down he is a shallow thinker”
We don't want globality, one culture, one language
on thought, directives from EU. Economic punishment
for those straying rules set by faceless officials
Migrants are welcomed if they can blend in and not
becoming a destructive mob
as we see happens in Sweden, by those who want to change the country to what it is not.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon
it can be avoided by investing in the afflicted countries
but there is a sense economic interest dictate
a large amount of low paid workers
We see how the USA, the beacon of democracy is at heart a tyranny, helped by the opaque Zionism, which want globalization to disfranchise people make them malleable to their agenda
the working class Britain sees this, as do the Germans
alas, the Germans have the burden put on them
by endlessly forced to feel guilty for atrocities that
happened before their lifetime
they know Israel is a malevolent state seeking world
achieved by the death of others
An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion
in northern England on 22nd May 2017
killing at least 22 people and injuring many
there was a massive flash and
then a bang and smoke all around
hundreds of people could be seen
streaming away in confusion and chaos
nobody was getting any sense
it was smoke everywhere and
shoes on the ground from people trying to flee.
it was frantic and unbridled
a little girl and boy
aged about eight or nine distraught
as they couldn't find their dad
all were screaming and running,
dropping their coats and phones,
just scrambling to safety
undoubtedly it was an appalling terrorist attack
and needs to be condemned and denunciated
nuts and bolts littering the ground near blast scene
as a likely terrorist attack
ripped through a crowd of teenagers
the prone bodies of those
who had been wounded and killed,
as well as others who were streaked with blood and
were staggering away from the scene
teenagers were screaming and running
in the aftermath of the blast
parents were frantically attempting
to locate their children and relatives
people were scattered everywhere.
And some of them looked dead also
such a tyrannical doctrine is
an indelible blot on the name of humanity
and a challenge for those
who talk of peace and human rights always
but as an emotional poet, my heart is broken
for those poor children and
for all those families
with an empty house that black night
Blanket coverage in the news media,
brave words by leaders, forests of flowers
at the scenes of attack, forensic reconstruction
by the police, and a return to normalcy
needs no repeating that terrorism knows no borders
and that the globalization of terror is a reality
let's pray to god that all departed souls
may rest in peace
(By Kishan Negi)
An x-ray view of what was before while looking for the after now
Like a resurrection and afterlife on some biblical prophecy
Be aware on the conscious for its under attack by malware
soon to fully develop into a spyware
Your mental is like your software
Operating system needs an upgrade
This virus just gave it a reboot
With simple task manager for putting on a mask
Betterment of the self is a daily update
Because the past is what you have lived and it all crashed
But we need to understand that our attention on affection is being hacked
Being scanned everyday as we usher into the era of the cyborg
Some lifestyles we need to abort
Social interaction is digitalized
friends are stranger on social media
Here was the birth of social distancing
industrialization sign in globalization to confinement
Can’t we see the danger!?, people have become invisible
Let put aside propaganda its not in this piece’s agenda
In an atmosphere filled with uncertainty
dwells fear of change with a wave of intolerance
A dominant experience at the moment is sense of grief
notion of sadness, despair, helplessness, powerlessness and anger
Fragment of blame, echo chambers of many
Negative escalation of human degradation
Issue is on face mask as the color of the skin
Being policed by leaders with empty promises
It feels like the pandemic took a 360 degrees turn
to make it a worldwide web
In some ways it has come full circle
back to localization, national budget and personal introspect
Everyone is loading their data
refresh the mind on the page
what does history show
Before the hand shakes, people kissed to greet
Here we tap our feet
Gathering set the tone of joy
Togetherness was a remedy now in a memory
We just have to stick as family
unfamiliar at a point of acceptance becomes familiar
Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel I am thirsty for water, this is more or less common and ordinary for many persons. But tonight, after putting an effort into going to sleep for quite a bit of time, the realization came along the way that this is not a mere thirst for water.
A sleepless night is not that big of a deal, the problem is just to tame the influx of dreams in hours of the day!
Dreams come, You come.
When you are no longer,
I feel the scent of our girl, Tushimoni,like a blooming flower.
How deep is the dream of a lifetime?
In the depth of night, this feels like a call of unfathomable water!
“There is a good old film in this name, do you know?” You start to laugh in my imaginary conversation, amused with me, with all my childish yearning.
I know. One night I tried to search for the film to watch it one more time.
Sometimes the death of a reader is inevitable, the same is true for an audience.
Although in English, these lyrics of this song felt surreal in the middle of the night.
"I don't believe in superstars
Organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
The certainty of growing old
That right is right and left is wrong
That north and south can't get along
That east is east, and west is west
And being first is always best "
(I Believe In You
Song by Don Williams)
In a globalizing world, there is emerging globalization of the luxury of sadness!
How effective will be a quotation mark, will all the helplessness?