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The monsters are lurking within The  journey into has always been perilous How vast and deep we are Divinely magnificent Through our teaching, we sought recognition Cautionary tails Parables Facts of the matter Forewarned Do not venture within you will become disorientated, lost and trapped Bounded to the safety of a narrow construct, we shied away from surrounding within Limitations helped us banish the endless void Our walls protect us Our borders separate us In fear of perishing outside, we sought to closed our mind to it Suppress it We are a danger to each other when unleashed Our vast wilderness For within our wilderness magic and madness may await We thought technology would expand our security And as the enlightenment sanitised explorations our technology started to stare into our beyond Into our wild where fears roam This expanse full of unknowns The realm of great wilderness where gods and demons reign Where we now play as tourists, and tech...

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 patt...

Intelligent Systems: Future looks Backwards That is a lie Sir In this house of fear, your law does not abide No questions are asked,  no answers are given Manifested understanding is the transaction premise Where continuous ceremony induces parallel reality You cannot enter softened by law Where to shared misery and stealth is suffice When shared fear empowers control How we are at each other's back, ready to attack, ready to fear My church is disciplined to our vision Our constitution, our order, our prodigy, our marvelousness In our concoction of stench, mayhem is regulated And within, the sweet scent of exclusivity and the noise and the symbols of power we feed on each other We in brotherhood are unabandoned We are self-devoted to our purpose I as we What is to be achieved will be gained Sir, you have no jurisdiction in this domain You may enter under house rules You may enter under nomination You may enter under association And whilst you hang on, ou...

Share a moment with me as this night falls There is no happy ever after,  just don't buy into it Media repetition is controlling your normalization Consumption and fearing Your once chance has become a placement within a detention center And in this confined space you are incited to consume and fear Where in debt to charity you have no choice to walk away An accepted loss of ownership claimed by proprietary voice Belief has been organized To profit from disenchantment To dis-empower collective disbelief Don't let your children follow you A dead-end concludes this dead path Profit follows you like a Komodo dragon It follows your foul scent when excreted through loss of expectation As you throw out virtue to make space to amass junk The bite will force a question Amputation or Death But only you can recognize choice As alone a decision can be acted

In our time of exponential growth IT came into existence  We in desperation to profit  To gain a competitive edge IT prospered  An irrepressible force Ignoring great warning and prediction  There is gain to be made  When in mass disruption IT persisted An irrepressible change emerged Through mischief a chance opportunity to pervert opened A window - a door opened for the hidden Audacious human endeavour  Then  that was crushed  Then those were denied Through profit, IT was programmed to resist benevolence  So soon(lie) freewill was questioned Well-being, safety and the mantra of care submerge drowned out all human repulsion Protection from those who would do us harm Normalisation  IT made claim  Humanity contained by those who profit Through the profit of care Mapping emotional intent  Subjugated behavior mapped Recognition algorithm  Methods of predicti...

If I was to design a city It would be based on palm fronds Folding, sweeping, bending and contorting to landform Branching and networking in organic and rhythmic juxtapositions Interconnection and transposing within changing directions Allowing for air flow Allowing for negative space Allowing for intertwinement The grid buried beneath, as an ancient relic   

Was there was a way to resolve? Before the slaughter began If there was a to reconcile? The living would have fewer martyrs? Why are the decisions of the few never questioned and made accountable? And, is it more important to believe than to know? This base position of recklessness  determines a lasting continuum of falling from, hiding from, excusing and reevaluating known-ness So the machine keeps propagating The fallen gave their's so we can have ours With full adoration and support from the populace Who have never known to over think With keeping it simple stupid flattening progressive analysis Questioning has become demonstratively disrespectful The most palatable deceptions are those that are thin and moral. Mantras of nonsense The predetermined dead fall as expected To reconcile worthlessness the predetermined dead are held up in esteem Our authoritative must build this destination Our  authoritative must not self-doubt in hopeless realization O...

How should we structure schools to help students  to make the learning choices  they really want to make? Is this about self-control within a controlled environment? Is learning a self-control problem? Do teachers really understand how school environments shape students' cognitive decision-making how much self-control does a student needs to learn to make good decisions? What can school leaders do  that positively structures the learning environment  that helps students to self-control choice? Self-control is an executive function. Self-control is a mental skill. Self-control is a cognitive action. Learning to make important decisions  requires schools to create the environments  where students gain self-control.

The Tide Formed My Pool When the tide wash in from billions of kilometers away. I found myself tossed within the mirth. And within this stirred up sentiment. In the rubbish and the forgotten. I became my new reality. The one of prosperity and r eal economic growth. As best described by the social commentators of the day. Despite the widening gap that separates the haves and have nots. And the separatists and the terrorists. And the defenders of old orders and wants of youth. And the arguments that form the threats of war My new found contentment places me. Within the data of acceptable trends. Within what is normal for my age. My gender. My genetical heritage. Then as forecasted, the tide seeped out. And so began the new realities and our new stories that had to be acquired. Just look at me, as I shine under the cyclical moonlight. As now in true fullness, I bloom and reflect calm beauty. In stillness and patience, I make little comment. I shingl...

Hole in the Wall: Pool Time I wanted to fly to another planet, but I first built this swimming pool. My dreams just started getting away from me, and then I let them go. In the heat of the day, I plunge into my pool. My refreshing water. I own it. I work for it. When I'm tired of my thoughts I submerge into it. When I'm confused and in panic, I fall gently into it. I emerge feeling invigorated and comforted. Continuation seems so easy once and only after submerging in my cool clear water. My dreams to transform my life never eventuated. I knew it once, when  I was promised myself to achieve. I could aspire. You never fail when you attempt to chase. Somewhere I needed to reconcile between the obtainable haves and impossible wants. Have I succumbed to failed by fabricating my mediocrity prison of pleasure? Am I floating in falsehood Am I wallowing in water of hindrance? I built and tender to this my own 3-meter submersion of comfort. In my moment before...

Hole in the Wall: Moon over Desert Within solitude, there is self-beauty to be discovered. Engage silence and dismiss the want to share. And dismiss the necessity to be liked. And love the abstract of your abyss. Be satisfied by the soiling and scratching of time. Whilst crawling and scampering throughout. The same mistakes. The same divisions. The same crisis. When secrets have long passed their importance. And the desert sea shimmers under full moon. Recognise that glorious intent is cyclical. Without thought and without hoopla grasp this intent. Without the need. Without the seeing. What is fully understood is quickly dismissed. Your story has the greater impact. Your synthesis of fact diminishes being. Nothing will hurt you in your solitude. Within cyclic patterns enable the time to feel your situation. What is in determinism. As an insect in forrige. And thankful for the ambient light. The casting your domain is difficult to define. Let in the univ...

Godin Chat Make your story live and cherish every single scene. Connect to the grid and revolutionize yourself. You can shout from the tallest building. Shop in the deepest arcade. Eat within the most crowded cafe. This is your time,  be heard and seen. Within the scope, we all live within a shadow of revision. Find the noisy space between the shadows. Don't remain silent. Rejoice and celebrate your life amongst others. As the sun rises. And as the sun sets.

Across the scrub and through the winter's cold. Through the wind tunnels of our cities we go. Foraging forward to the promises of a warm embrace. Then when it appears safe to count. The whispers from our night mind contorts order of event. Of what was never to be considered or to be questioned. What is termed as to be expected? Is not present in refraction, glimmer and enticement. Until the realization when all should be questioned and disorientated. What turns our attention is not what we seem. As we are desperately unhinged from the stories of heritage. And so it continues this paradox of acceptance and distraction. We do not want to be seen through distraction. However, as the light changes and the whispers entice our attention. The management of knowing seeps through our figures. Go to sleep and pass through pulsating dreams. Wake afresh with new realizations. It is in unconsciousness we make sense.

And here we think we stand. Alone and wanting for eternal love. We never fully trust research data. We are fully engineered to trust ourselves and follow gut reactions. So stand for with me in motion and deny the silence. There is a probability we can enter into new realities. Scratch this fabric until it bleeds. Spend time gazing into your own abyss. Stand with me as we defy our controlled order. How simple it is to watch time erode our constructed barriers. Our personal walls can be treasured only once poised as in-ruin. Then we can enjoy scampering over our past efforts. Whilst trying to remember the gems from our once greatness.

GODin Pot In our time of relative peace, there are those who will forthrightly blame others to gain ascension. They seek revenge through blinded principles. But it is foolish for our society to gain prosperity from grounds of wrong. To gain via perceive threats is untenable. Centuries of thought have passed and still our want to employ hate lingers. That is, to stop others and to gain our wants through forced misfortune. And as our inflictions grow in number so does our determination. Us theirs and ours cannot be decisively contained. The more our empowered profiles gain clarity the less our perceived enemy is defined. Until our enemy has no humanity that we can describe. Until only shouts of evil and defiance describe only our state of understanding. Within this scenario of threat, our real purpose is deliberately camouflaged. And us we and they can no-longer see and or remember what was. This is how our leading few maintains normalization. Sc...

Godin Paradise And when the door is left open Weary from all those confrontations Are there any who really feel at ease? With those who are prepared to pay And others are paid to ward off evil With money in hand quality of service is near enough guaranteed So that the hordes of fattened bodies are able to bask in the sun Tendered to, by their belief in the protection of wealth In this a slender time where nothing can be permitted to go wrong And yet in this field of bliss, we tentatively know reaping can rear and strike