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Vision 3 Our Psycho-Mythic Descent

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  Our Psycho-Mythic Descent Here we are Stuck inside this weave You and I Underneath a hum that's ever tightening down, down, down Ever tightening down. Through the glass As if in an ocean Waiting here Always failing to remember who we were, were, were I wonder who we were. You look at me But your eyes are empty In the dark With the silver metal blooming in your mind, mind, mind Blooming in your mind. And the storm Rages on the outside While we sleep Watching all the shattered fragments floating by, by, by Fragments floating by. Here we are Caught inside the amber You and me Leaving all the ghosts of who we used to be, be, be Who we used to be. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe t...
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Intelligent Systems Our Data Your Worth

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How we move into the future is dependent on our ability to make sense
Before fact is rationalised gut feeling is digested
Before each step is taken we fall

Dig deep into your values
Enter into your hidden caves
Delve deeply
Find those values that emerge only once crisis and panic in evident
The issue is time
The problem is the compacting of intensity as each deadline approaches
What will change ignores those who cannot
Those who cannot change are left behind
In isolation 
As a useless dog barking at the cold dark night

Once data is benchmarked
Once the vision is realized
Once pathways are scratched
Once milestones are configured
The journey is described
The future becomes present

Transverse within multitudes of mindscapes 
Lose yourself within ifs and buts
Intoxicate yourself within white ant whispers
On your knees in harmonious prayer and in communal solitude 
Within and already placed to the side

The patterns of biomorphic resistance
The values of what works now
The standards that will be let go of
The hidden protection
The chains of what is known
As accepted and further away from what is

Yes but, what about me
I am more than this
My data doesn't define me
You owe me
Been there and done that
Listen to me, I am one of the silent
With me your plan will fail






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