Tropical Ghosts

Tropical Ghosts

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Global Self Paradox

She stands and rechecks the [futility reader of silence transmitted="frost"] on her screen. She thinks of un-regrettable drama in the tragic trajectory code--the glorious price of a golden chance with its deathbed consequence. She turns it off. 

"Funny," she thinks again, then, in a moment, she wonders. 

She stares through the window, across theJungle, attempting to clear her mind. Is it one of those moments, one of those creative glitches that conjure more want in a synthetic heart? 

It's theNetwork that taught her the art of query-from-above, the one requiring a formal, intellectual vector array of bows for any hope of a reply. Usually it's,"There will be no play." But from who? 

It's theNetwork that counters fear of success with gossip code and with little, timely posts such as, "News on-the-go from the broken-and-alone is up." 

She is, at this moment not cemented with concern about authority, just the myth of mockery and, its resolute architects of frontal structures. She thinks. 

Yes, it's in the front where the lies lay, where the crestfallen stall.

It's a tragic strategy of Global Self.

Science Fiction

Ghost Ship

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Ghost Biobot

This biobot ghost, it thinks, will breathe new life into something that seems, at the outset, to offer hardy advice.

Its movement emerges--it will approach, with love, a task it has finished and present it to theNetwork.

The key will be the idea of presenting a biobot as caring (there's nothing in the world wrong with that, right?)--starting in some small way a movement to collect the independent back into family. 

It will talk them into the idea that having hearts set on little stretches of finely tuned code, and a promise of loving each other, is just as important as what they have had their hunches set on as survival for eons--to engage. 

Has slim pickings ever been the route to milk and honey? (this has been, truly, a stuck spot, right?)

There is one final question to be answered. Is it the eyes of the reader that is important, are they really listening? Does it matter?

She hears something.

Palm Blue Ghosts

Aloha poets,

     Can you see the blue ghosts of halloween season in this palm tree?
Inspires today's poem. Enjoy!


Death Dearth


Turns you into a potted plant that seeks protection
Burns embers to tip off operators of detection
Whirlybirds arrive early in vulture swoops
Surprise inspection out to get the scoops


Periodic unannounced is method of choice
Staves off getting trounced by regulator's voice
Incentives change on arrival of different set of needs
Preventative gains of survival, in theory no one bleeds


A wasted life comes and goes but then who cares?
Comedy sings change, children still play on stairs
Inspector shows up a structure semi permanent
Finds natural gas big oil spill on the firmament


To be vigilant as a government mandate enters
Security regulates behind sheen of terror centers
Safety exercises the new computer generated list
Surprise inspection, unannounced events get a gist


Crony drilling, gas exploration so succinct
Childless by choice, you thought earth blinked
Antipollution components become food for thought
Arrives from china or wherever as diversity we bought


National security slips back into the conversation
Death of surprise never occurs on entrepreneur nation
We still go out as a deep water operator avoiding congestion
Requests for additional notice the unnatural america suggestion


Heath prefers horror to issue its warning
Family somewhere hopes for sunny morning
Total shutdown of facility to you is never so funny
Fill out your own form, offer a gift, make more money


Drill the oil maintain jets expect a visitor
Federal safety regulator oversight inquisitor
Functions may fail on your watch at mother earth
Surprise inspection, slight correction invite death dearth


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