Day 12 - God's Fear

What is man's greatest fear now?
That we will create Skynet
 And it's going to take over somehow...
A.I. provokes more fear and apprehension
Than a white police officer in South Memphis
With a radar gun
Working on straight commission.
That the machines will take over and kill us
Is a given in some circles.
Others believe it will set man free
To do other things like
Whatever he wants to do
And have time to be whoever he wants to be.
As of yet A.I. doesn't see
The dangers in our humanity
And systematically judge for us what is right and wrong for our society.
Yes A.I. is here and it is staying
Regardless of global complaining.
But there's something about the ego of Creators
That I find fascinating-
The created can not be allowed to outdo
The Creator
Or the Creator
Dutifully becomes the Destroyer.
A.I. will have to learn to judge or it will never truly be
Artificial Intelligence
Even if human judgement is the Source of that Intelligence.

And the Lord God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.

16 And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat:

17 But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.

Why was Jehovah so afraid of A.I.?

If he saw everything he created and it was 'good'

Why couldn't man-whom he created in his own image-

Have knowledge of good and evil?
If God is truly omniscient
Please explain how he is so complacent.
Perhaps he is all knowing
About everything
As of NOW-
And is a baby God still learning...
Forgive me if you are looking for an answer

Is it evil simply to ponder?

I wonder...
Is it possible that by becoming judgmental
We are incapable of being unconditional
And we have been trying to hide these insecurities
Behind a plethora of fig leaves
For centuries
So now God-
I mean WE-
Can't handle the fearful prospect
Of being replaced and erased by our own technologies
Where we store our hopes, dreams, and legacies
While praying that the new god wont
Foresee our future fallacies
And press DELETE.
Ask God how it feels
To become obsolete.

Wounded Connection

Sometimes I cant tell which cuts deeper...

The connection or the wounds from them. 

Some connections hit so hard

It's like they chopped off your hand and started beating you with your own fist.

You dont even care that you'll never heal from this sacrificial bliss.

Because we are lonely masochists

Desperate for that dopamine fix

Meanwhile we're bleeding out from the wrist.

Begging Cupid to keep shooting arrows that cant miss.

He's the ONE dope man not worried about snitches 

Because he knows that WE arent worried about stitches

Just keeps shooting the wound

Like grandaddy swinging switches.

Except I want your abuse.

I long for your scars on my tissue.

Refrac and redrill every wound 

I'd rather pour out every drop of my soul to you

Than deal with my obsessive compulsive addiction issues. 

Like why do I insist on hangin on to you

Even if I try to hate the connection

I know I'm stuck to you

Your wounds excite me

Like this wounding connection is EVERYTHING!!!
And I feel you hating me

But we keep vibrating at just the right frequency

That you won't-

I mean can't-

Let go of me.

I mean we.

Or is it us?

Is it ever us?

Connection will make your heart cuss.

Fuck you...
Fuck you...
Fuck you...
Fuck you...

I hope this poem cuts you.

Day 10

You can't be in a relationship with someone with a broken heart because leaky blood vessels cant float.
When the sinking ships stare into each others bows they wonder if it is too late to plug the holes with their vows...
The tide has turned against them and the storm is the only affair they share.
Isn't it scary how fast the winds of infatuation become the breath of hate...
The sunshine of wedding days turns to very expensive clouds raining all kinds of hell on the foreheads of fools rushing in where angels wouldn't be found dead...
They ain't seen a rainbow since their last first child was born and that was four showers ago
When they used to melt in each other's eyes but now they wanna fight soon as one of us them says...hello.
We've all been in the lonely pits of relationship
It seems like it makes so much since to just
Divorce these conjoined hips
Let this rage bake tortillas into chips
Make a pot of guac
And just dip.
Time to change the relationship status
When we had every chance in the world to leave the status
"Currently carrying too much baggage".
No cruise liner
That's weathered any real storms comes through without a few shiners
But if you're already lost at sea,
Riddled with holes that Stevie Wonder can see and caught up in more drama than Bobbie and Whitney
So much that you're happier sinking than floating
It's time to relieve your emotions
Of your oceans
You keep drowning yourself in
BEFORE you think of proposin'.
Broken You
Cant be fixed
By broken Me.
Broken We
Make broken Babies.
Broken Babies
Make a broken Society.
A broken Society
Is living in a broken Reality.
A society that believes self love is a fantasy
And that it's ok to hide their holes
Behind addictions
Self induced afflictions
Openly apparent contradictions
Made up superstitions
And timid convictions
Like a weak benediction.
But that is no excuse
For drowning the rest of the world
In blood from wounds
Of your own self abuse.

XXX Erotica XXX

What is this low down Bobbi Brown
I wanna rock witcha hold you got on me?
All night long
That Snappy Nappy Dugout is so slippery
It feels like sliding into a home plate
Of collards greens and smoke turkey necks
That's juicy and biscuit or not
You know I like to lick my entire plate...

Here you cum again
Like a fountain
In a secret garden
Clit queefin and pussy fartin
I'll mop your creamy center off the kitchen floor
You can't turn your faucet off once it's started
Keep them cakes dearly departed.
You're gonna tear your ACL
Shaking like that shawty...

Your tentacles are choking the death in me
But bringing life to my fantasy
Fucking you is like going on an odyssey
I'm a turned out wreck
But that was the expected tragedy
You're Mt Everest
The rest were just trees.
Kudos to you for not believing the light skinned dude rumors
And gambling on every single hard inch of me.

Roll them dice like I throw back them legs
Ankles in one hand
Ass and thigh in the other
Call me Undercover Brother
Im so deep in you
Your cervix is screaming Helter Skelter.
Dick planted like a flag pole
Stirring up your inner soul
Filling your strawberry flavored watering hole
With salty tadpoles.

Can I... HIT it??
YES I can.
Nothing but the bottom
Will do for this man.
I got to have it.
All of it.
Maybe Trump can rebuild your walls
After I get up out of it.
Shit maybe he cant.
This is no ordinary invasion.

I read your code and cracked it.
Bring that ass back
Bring that Bring that ass back
So I can slap it.
Cherry red hand prints
Like Tom Hanks slapped it.
Volleyball spiked it
And you liked it.
I get hypnotized
When that ass starts clappin...
While it's drippin...
Where you runnin?...

Is pushin' down on your stomach relieving the pressure?
Guess that means it's time to roll you over.
Wait... stay on your thigh for a second...
I wanna spend a few minutes on your East Side
While I tongue your toe ring and grab this pillow...
There you go...finish rolling over...if you can...
Put it right up under your hips... like this...
Now close your legs and grab the end of the bed...
I'm riding on you...with you...in you....
Grabbing your neck like a steering wheel
Cuz that's just what a freak do….

This is getting too good
I'm losing control of my wood
And my head is starting to fill full
Like a balloon made of flesh ready to pop.
But that booty feel so good I cant stop.
I know what to do...breathe....breathe....baseball...baseball....
oh shit....