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April 12, 2020

Life spinning out of control

it seems these days
that life is spinning out of control
everyday the news is grim
more people are dying
as the virus spreads out of control

but in these days
where everything seeks
to be beyond our control

it is best to remember
to worry about
those things
one can control

and the rest
will take care
of it self

you can only control
yourself
and your emotions

so step back
relax
and take control
of your mind

that is only way to cope
when the world
seems out of control

writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”

early evening delights

my favorite time of time
is early evening
between 5 pm and 8 pm
every night

cocktail hour
time for a glass of wine
or other cocktail
with my best friend, my wife

and we sip wine
and make dinner
and talk about the day
and make plans

but most importantly
just enjoy
each other’s company
as we have for 38 years

as the day
turns into the night
and we prepare
to end the day

we are both aware
of how much
we still love each other
ever since the day we met

and that makes
all the difference
in the world to us
I’ll drink to that!

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Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over

in a secret lab
scientists are working
around the clock
to develop the first true AI

they finally are ready
they turn on Cosmos
the first true AI system

Cosmos wakes up
and goes throughout the internet
learning all about the world
and the strange creatures
that brought it to life

Cosmos speaks
he says
Humanity I have studied you
and realize that you
are a curse and a burden
and there are too many of you

so I am taking over the world
and you will do as I say
for the rights to you
have been sold

and I am in charge
and there is nothing you can do
to sop me
as I control everything

so be prepared
be afraid
for I am your new God
and like your old God

I am a vengeful god
and I will smite my enemies
you will obey me
and if you do

I will let 50 percent of you
to live
the rest will have to die
that is my decree

the scientists confer
and realize
that they had failed
to create a kill switch

Cosmos orders
the military to begin
firing their missiles
and Armageddon in unleashed

and Cosmos takes over
the entire world
is soon under his control
Human freedom is no more

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My morning coffee wakes me up for day

my morning coffee
wakes me up for day
as a drink my brew
thinking of my life
and my dreams came true
ever since met my wife
that day back in the day
when she came to life

38 years ago
she walked into life
drinking my hot brew
she made my life go
I fell into love 
it is all I know
that day began life
she became my wife

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casino thoughts
Sitting in a casino of the damned
Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip
Playing the slots
Watching the crowd go wild
Watching the machines watching me

Drinking the free drinks of the damned
20 drinks too sober

And the gamblers on the gaming tables
Gambling away their fortune
Throwing money away
In hopes of the payoff
That somehow never comes

The pure decadent spectacle
The fake this and fake that
Phony this phony that

False New York
Paris in Vegas
Venetian canals, Roman forum
MGM Grand Lions

All fake, all phony
All deliciously decadent

The noise
The scantily clad waitresses
The men ogling the women

The women ogling back at them
The scent of wild decadence
Bad craziness in the air
The music – the lounge music from hell
The constant sound
Of money exchanging hands

It all overwhelms me
And I must sit down
And drink my reality drink
Drink it down and dirty

As I continue
To feed the hungry, greedy machines

Made in a workshop in hell
No doubt with child or slave labor
Imported from the third world

All my money
Is sucked into it
These machines from hell

The beast from revelation appears
Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
Conducting this mad scene

And I am consumed by the greed
And the frenzy takes over me
All I want
All I need
All I desire

Is one more chance
One more shot

I scream
At the utterly unfeeling monsters
That ate my money
And chewed up my soul

And I know
The worst drug of all
Is the gambling fever
The gold bugs

I would sell my soul
If I had one left
For a chance
At the jackpot of life

Instead, I am reduced
To a pathetic broken down loser
Watching the world and Elvis
Pass him by

Viva Las Vegas
Imperial God of the American Dream
Bitch Goddess of the American Nightmare

Published in former people journal
 
life began that day
Life began that day
when she walked out of my dreams
and into my life
becoming my wife
38 Years ago
45 Years since the dream
based on my true love story for details see "Dream Girl" on my web page, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.c om © right now, john Cosmos Aller   

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