Synergy

The day my spirit leaves me
I want everyone to celebrate, and not cry
play my favorite music, and do plenty of dancing
remembering me by not crying, but laughing

As my father had said to us once, dance at the end
and cry at the beginning, is how life should be
for all of the suffering that’s in between
and when your life is all done, you would have learned
your outcome in life, is how well you discern…

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Poetic Pain

Reading a post, my heart took a tumble
why such a connection, to your heart’s reflection

Wisdom teaching, from the very beginning
difficult times, lead to our lessons in life
the big picture unknown, but please don’t worry
the beauty in art, is not in a hurry

The perils are there, to reflect and adjust
the negative concept, is only in trust
for you have the power, to alter with courage
releasing to pen, what you consider disparage

To your surprise, many resonate
with your emotional artwork
that you so poetically state

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Ego Dilemma

Hearing others and observing their ways
constant complaining and hatred in their faces
verbal vibrations sent out into the world
not knowing it comes back, to settle a score

“I was just venting”—but was it all true
not a single embellishment to impress me of you?
not putting angles on the words that you speak
that one day may return, causing your soul to be weak

Don’t create a bad past, by not dealing with the present
don’t let the sun go down without reflection
and then, follow up with a loving action

When you learn to love life
through the good and the bad
your loving response to all situations
demonstrates you have finally reached an internal greatness
you no longer cater to your worst enemy
and that is known as, the ego entity

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Near Future?

I have to poke fun at the thought of artificial intelligence (AI).  I recently read an article on Yahoo (but can’t find it) that the human-like robot (the one made for sex) will be replacing the women.  Uh, excuse me…  They anticipate the courts being petitioned to be able to “marry” their 2.0 version of the blow-up doll.  It’s stated that AI will have the same human rights….so she’ll be collecting a widow’s pension when her hubby dies cause he can’t keep up with her “energy” level….or will this be adjustable?   What will her healthcare bill be like…$40,000 physical?

Please remember I’m just poking at some initial thoughts out there so I wrote a whimsical poem.

Artificial Intelligence, introduced long ago
a prelude to a designated timeline
determined to erase our emotional woes

The warmth of a human, no longer needed
the touch of the skin, igniting in tingles
a kiss on the neck, soft touch of those lips
to whisper I love you, before a warm kiss

The beat of your heart, as I hold you near
the goosebumps of a night, when there is a chill
no more, as a woman—I’m being replaced
but where is the prototype of the man I’ll embrace…

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Hope you had a good laugh.

Here’s the link where I found this featured photo along with an article on Daily Mail:   http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/search.html?s=&authornamef=Richard+Gray+for+MailOnline