Seeking a New Way of Seeing


A political act
To rebalance the inequities
Trust intuition
There is a risk that our story will not be told

Our time doesn't have to be linear
Or by its means of describing us
In the busy work of creating an unfulfilling life

Who is in charge of my simulation?
When I am observed 
I behave differently
Fearing my vulnerability 
Fearing constant attack

My mind indistinguishable from reality
I step onwards
To self-correct my past errors
As I passively slip through multiple dimensions

With My Judgmental and Righteous Hands

In this game, I have two hands
One is for verity
One is judgment
One is bringing forward truth
One is for corrective measures
One is to bring alignment
One is to teach a lesson
As we transform onwards through this immense virtual space

Night Walking with Weapons

In distant places
Everyone is hacking each other
Everyone is grieving
Everyone overconsuming

There are those trying to reduce socio-economic gaps 
Where enforcement is distributed unequally

And I keep searching for signs of what is to come
In my sleepwalks 
Whilst I stumble around

Seeking a New Way of Seeing
A political act
To rebalance the inequities

I step onwards
And stealthy transverse multiple dimensions

I have two hands
To forge space

In my sleepwalks
I hack around
The distant places

I am night walking
With verity
With judgment

Godly Hands

Night walking like an American
Gather your weapons 
Forge the intention
Demonstrate your propendency to exert violence
Through intervention 
Through approval

Be with the one 
Listen to your calling 
Walk with purpose
With weapon in hand 

Gather in the obedient
Prepare and train
In the presence of victory
God’s hand is with you

Godly Growth

Everything has become digitized 
Everything has been even more effortless

Living life exponentially faster
But feeling incomplete 

Pushing against the limits of our biosphere
Whilst disregarding the contradictory knowledge

There is only a thin blue line that separates us from the eternal darkness of space

Godly Hands Night Growth

My life has been nothing but a failure - Monet

Each night perfectionism 
Each night insomnia
Each night dealing with my thinking difficulties 

Dealing with "what ifs” 
Dealing with “if onlys"

This way of thinking
This epidemic

It is the sickness, sadness, and self-defeating behavior
Of only seeing failure

Augmenting New Ways of Seeing

There are comparative and competitive winners
Observing human actions in controlled and stimulated surroundings
In these difficult times
Providing exposure
Cashing in on virtual‐life behavior

For  the powerful to predict risk
By, triggering scenarios 
By, activating states of minds

I don't want to give this up
Seeking new visions
New ways of seeing

Seeing Through The Digital Grid

I Know
All those conspiracies
All those bad things
And to where those whispers take you
The end

The endless nights 
That continues into day
Taking all that is you
From you

Where am I located within my environment?
How I orientate in familiar surroundings
How I remember new locations 
How I adjust in unfamiliar territory
What I accept as known

My aging scanner
My spacial disease
My declining cognitive flexibility
Getting lost

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