The Fan

Woke up
Naked and alone
Silently captive
In some stranger’s home
No recollection
Of what came before
A deep state of sleep
Where dreams are no more

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Retribution

It all stacks up
Over time
Accumulating turmoil
That’s the nature of the crime

A name
A place
A face
To face
The echoes
Of the past
There is no time
To waste
Once the die
Has been cast

Roll
With the blows
With an eye
On the goal
Stacking up
The reasons
To never lose
Your soul

Love For The Lost

Broken little boy
I don’t know how to fix you
But I can make you
A better man

I understand
The hardship
The strife
The misgivings
All too human
That darken our lives

I can’t give you joy
I’ll just soften the blows
And replace the fist
With a hand
As this world can be forbidding
And life so unforgiving
I’ll forge that little boy
Into a man

The Whistler

The program needs a face to appear less hostile and more approachable to the life with which it interacts. The time of observation is coming to a close and the reveal is inevitable so one must be prepared.

Zhi Jing W.I.P.

We build our machines with the hope that they will excel where we have failed.

Western Winds

Walk with me
Walk to the edge
Face the fate
That we may face
In ever changing times

Where one man’s crime
May be
Another’s salvation
A drop of blood
In an ocean of tears
Diluting the sorrows
Of life

Under the knife
May just
Cut away the origin
Of bitter sweet existence
So walk with me
Until the edge
Of what once was
Resistance

Slingshot

I realise
You’ve
Been through a lot
So
Let me add to your troubles

You really must
Be
Used to it now
So
Let me pour you a double