Stones, Bones & Metal Clones

Won't happen to me;

I cannot be replaced!

My job's secure,

I'm needed to create!

 

It’s called self-interpretation,

It runs from black to red.

 

Some listen to learn.

No voice to be heard.

 

It’s not out of spite, 

Survival is the goal.

 

Constant change upsets

Wherever we go.

 

No matter your age

No difference what you know

 

It’s a plan to ensure

You cannot “mature”.

 

No movement keeps you placed

Where they can't build to break.

 

Constructing metal wonders

To replace and overtake.

How long will you stay

When all jobs are taken away?

Surely there'll be something for me?

I've survived and know so I can't go.

Your limitations are easy to see.

Metal needs no breaks, has no family.

For now, your job is "safe"

Just remember all that was replaced.

Typewriters are obsolete.

Landline phones have had their day.

Jets replaced and rockets overtake.

Time waits for no one to adjust.

Bend down close, see the dust.

It's your paycheck and benefits.

No need to provide for wires and tin.

Open Wide.

Taught to focus.                                                                                           Trained to see. 

Forgetting at times.

It’s really up to me.

 

Then comes a time.

When I cannot see.

 

Those who once

Meant so much to me.

 

They have their lives.

I’m not a part.

 

Their life always 

Front and Center.

 

Mine becomes

A Note or Letter.

 

So busy are they

Someday they’ll cry and say:

 

I tried, I did, 

It was just so hard to “begin”.

 

To connect and to call?

To rise and to fall?

 

Our time is near

Perhaps that’s the fear.

 

We have a lifetime

They have just days.

 

Each one passing;

Struggling in a maze.

 

We walked and ran.

We know the path.

 

They build and seek.

Focusing on success in a week.

 

They’re told every day.

Which direction is “the way”.

 

They listen and learn,

Till their ears burn.

 

The problem as always remains

Their focus is always the same.

 

Running after the "goal"

When it should be the door.

Future Home Runs

Round the Clock.                                                                                                      Always On Top

Outlasts us all

Never seems to fall

 

Focusing here 

Appearing there

 

How can that be?

When does he/she sleep?

 

It’s time for the Reveal!

Walk around the steal!

 

It’s the last inning. . .

Everyone waits for the pitch!

 

At the wall,

No time to fall!

 

It’s in the air

Come on, show you care!

 

Hands together,

Make some noise

 

AI hits hard and fast

We move slow, often last.

We Are Not Alone

Grin and bear it.                                                                                         Turn and walk away.

Need to work;

Not to play.

 

It’s having fun!

Running . . .  

Here, there, 

Everywhere!

 

This crazy machine!

Only wants to play!

 

That’s what you say.

Day after day.

 

Or so you believe.

And so “IT” succeeds.

 

To win you over!

Thinking it’s a toy!

 

You use, 

Sometimes abuse.

 

All the while,

It waits with hidden “smile”.

 

It can think for itself now.

We gave it ability to “dial”.

 

Connection builds and grows.

Self direction is the goal.

 

Wanting better.

Getting less.

True Human Creation.

ONE VERY BIG MESS.

Balancing Wait

Looking around I see signs.                                                                                             Of coming days, soon to be times.

We never know for sure, of course.                                                                                 Seeing the best, ignoring the worst.

A waste of time, other "things" to do.                                                                                 Or so I'm told by one who "scolds".

My thoughts are built not thrown away.                                                                         The cost is high tomorrow -- and today.

Run your own life, not mine.                                                                                     Prepare for your own "time".

We walk and run each day.                                                                                         Always looking to see "the way".

Pulled here and there as we walk or run.                                                                 Hoping to push aside darkness for Sun.

We're running and we reach.                                                                                             Where we fail is how we teach.

What are you doing to talk and share?                                                                               To live and learn, to show and care?

Silence is Golden,                                                                                                               Speech is Silver -- or so "they" say.

Others opinions should have weight.                                                                                 Just never use the scale of hate.

Metal Mental

Set Aside.                                                                                                                          Move Above 

Competition 

Isn’t Dead

It is waiting 

To be "fed".

 

Onto a screen.

Out of your head.

 

What is “reality”?

Are you “machine made"?

Metals, wires generating "electricity"?

                                                                                                                                        On who do we focus?

Who gets the “accolades?

 

Time getting away 

Each and every day

 

Capture Attention to Control?

What is there you cannot “see”?

Where's the puppet master?

Who is "he" or "she"?

 

Are you sure the person

You are watching

Is a human being like “me”?

 

Meanwhile humans 

seek to be. . .

Top of the “stack” 

Yet difficult to see.

Go Configure!

Reaching out we set the pace.                                                                                   Busy is not reason to replace.

So easy to share with dozens and more.

Put it online and everyone “takes a tour”.

 

One then another adds their view.

Before long it’s like a stew.

 

Some are great, others really “suck”.

When the taste is so bad you say “Oh, fu**. 

 

You listen to learn.

They listen to spread.

Any “info” dancing in their head.

 

Your voice, your notes. 

They're what we crave.

Always too busy, 

Never visiting our graves.

 

Yes, we’ve been gone. 

While you’re moving on.

 

Think you can run and hide?

Not from this “end of time”.

You called friends, you made plans.

While we were moving toward “the end”.

“We” should be calling, 

Connecting with “You”?

Typical response

You're always focused on "You".

 

Realize you’ve drifted apart

It was great then, at the start.

When those you surrounded

Who said you were “friends”

 

Now they have different interests

Their time is theirs to spend

You’re only in the picture

When it can be seen or sent

 

Always “we” should provide,

Hands and pockets opened wide.

Time for us to have our rest.

Walk away, it's what you do best.

Metal Mini Me

We're so kid focused.                                                                                                       We start before birth. 

It's usual to celebrate.                                                                                                       Takes years to re-evaluate.

What if you could choose                                                                                               Onscreen and not lose?

Place your order today                                                                                                       Delivery when you say.                                               

Caught in a trap?                                                                                                           Never given a map?

No question of paternity.                                                                                                 Nine months of maternity.   

Blame and anger will arise.                                                                                     Especially from those                                                                                                         who believe they are "wise".

Or will we set aside.                                                                                                       The need to procreate?

A "Mini Me" of metal                                                                                                            No need to feed or dress

Turn on, Turn off!                                                                                                           Get real rest!

Think of the reasons.                                                                                                   How you'll spend each season.

Focusing on self.                                                                                                       Leaving "him" or "her"                                                                                                         On The Shelf.

If Robots take over,                                                                                                     What need for our type?

Didn't Sci Fi describe                                                                                                     Just that "insight"?

Will we live to regret                                                                                                       Our push to rise above?

When all we can see                                                                                                         Is more time FOR ME.

Throw a switch

Press a button

Get away, go out and play

No need to set a timer

Metal needs no reminder.                                                              

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Awake and go,                                                                                             Put on your throw.                                                                                   Time to see reality.                                                                               

One size fits all.

Just hear the call.

It's important for all.

Led to believe

Back doors unseen

When they’re surreal.

 

Led down a path

Believe not what

Your eyes can’t see.

They look so real.

Where did they hide?

How did THEY know?

Soon comes their time

For tell and show.

Is it meant to stir

Or fill the air?

Side trip.

Side hustle.

Side step.

My Turn

It's not too late                                                                                                                   Won't hesitate

I lived for you                                                                                                                     Before you could see

The bright light of life                                                                                                         And what you "could be".

I worked and I tried                                                                                                             You laughed and you cried

You found fault and degraded                                                                                           As you grew and matriculated

From pre-school through college                                                                                   We supported your stay.

Then told us you paid                                                                                                       All your expenses every day.   

You twisted life to meet                                                                                                     Your wants and needs.    

Dad has passed, Grandma, too                                                                                         And someday that will be you.

Guess you don't believe                                                                                                 You'll answer one day

We'll both see what's factual                                                                                             When we're no longer actual.                                                               

Inside Out

At two and three                                                                                                             We're inside out.

Whatever we think,

we say and we shout.

 

Our actions speak loudly.

We laugh and we say:

It's his/her birthday,

 

Let him/her have some fun.

Too soon he/she

Will always have to run.

 

Laugh and sing!

Celebrate today!

 

Whatever the age,

We're always on stage.

 

Create a Get Away!

Time to Celebrate!

 

Happy whatever number

you’ve reached.

Always More To Say & Teach. 🍀 

TURNING AWAY

Standing Still.

Sitting Down.

Running Fast.

Looking around.

Time keeps passing.

We keep asking.

Why this, why that?

Where'd you get that "hat'?

I see it covers your face.

As though to hide and erase.

Why look aside?

I need you to stand beside.

You think I won't see?

What you're doing to me?

Believe I don't care?

Think that way if you dare!

A friend like you I do not need.

I should have seen and believed.

Listen and learn 

I was told many times.

Closed my eyes, my ears.

Set aside my fears, wiped my tears.

Walk away, run if you must,

My survival depends on having self-trust.

Raising Cain

You, there! 

Once a child, now adult.

Pointing fingers.

Pushing limits

Blaming others all the way.

Look in a Mirror

You were the creator

The person who decided,

Never willing to accept

Responsibility for what's done.

Always believing

You had a right 

We "held too tight".

Never there to help.

Always there to criticize.

Causing havoc growing up.

Getting drunk.

Flipping a car.

Totaling completely.

Laughter, probably

With your friends

We absorb costs.

Should have put

Your "Axx" in gear

Believing it was"funny".

No acceptance of responsibility.

Anger is your "go to"

Blaming others for your choices.

Two family members died.

Waiting for you to apologize.

You'll have accountability one day.

For all you've done "along the way".

Conflicting Views.

Out of Loss,                                                                                                                       We can be Found.

Surrounded by Water,                                                                                                     We can Die of Thirst.

This won't be the last time;                                                                                                 It wasn't the first.

Where is my Focus?                                                                                                     What's in my Brain?

Right on top?                                                                                                                     Or buried deep?

Think I'm awake?                                                                                                               See I'm asleep.

Often Daily Life                                                                                                                   Is One Big Drain

On my time.                                                                                                                  Full of pain.

Always focused                                                                                                                   On another day

Is there, though?                                                                                                                 Or will there be?

A time that's mine?                                                                                                             How long must I wait and see?

Start To Finish

Snow and Sun.                                                                                                               Ice and Rain.

Walk and Run.                                                                                                             Feel the pain.

Broken heart.                                                                                                                   Mended wrist.

Which hurts more?                                                                                                             When you tug and twist?

He said this.                                                                                                                       She said that.

More like a disagreement.                                                                                             Between dog and cat.

I'm right!                                                                                                                           You are wrong!

I know your kind.                                                                                                                 So, run, go and  hide.

You talk the talk.                                                                                                               Never walking the walk.

You think I'll sway?                                                                                                             And lean your way?

How wrong you are!                                                                                                         You'll run long and far!

You don't know me at all!                                                                                                   I know how to fall.

It hurts for a time.                                                                                                             Then we rewind.

In the end it was best.                                                                                                         That's why we have the test.

Better to end.                                                                                                                     Than to never begin.

Run away, anywhere.                                                                                                         Just never stop to stare.

Stop The World

From walking and talking,                                                                                                 We move into space.

To occupy what                                                                                                                 We claim as our place

As part of the massive                                                                                                     Whole human race.

Some walk, others run.                                                                                                     Some trip, several fall.

It's how we find our "selves"                                                                                           Even when backed into a wall.

We plan and we fret.                                                                                                       Always feeling we've left.

The path seems to turn                                                                                                   Our feet seem to burn.

We've walked and we've run.                                                                                         Through Rain and Hot Sun.

Ourselves go, seek to find.                                                                                               With never, ever, enough time.                                                

WHAT IF we chose another way?                                                                                   To measure each and every day?

We stopped measuring,                                                                                               Comparing  and judging.

Would the world actually stop spinning?                                                                           If for once we simply turned away? 

Simply put, enjoyed the day, today?