Conclusion (Shine On)

In every puzzle is every woe,
Answers lie within, you know.


No need in searching or to fret,
Solutions are there, don't forget.


When challenges arise, stand tall,
Embrace strength and have it all.


Within are courage and truth,
Answers are there and the proof.


With wisdom, love, and inner light,
Conquer with all and not with might.


So, trust instinct, believe it's true,
And solutions will shine on through.
By, Sheilah Say

Speaking In Tongues (Many Voices)

They spit their words like venom,

A mixture of bile and bitterness.

Each syllable fortified with distain,

Handfuls of cold stained discourse.

 

Discourse, a clanging of sharp chimes,

Sharp tongues with rhetoric for walls.

Along with a steadying thud of hatred,

Stacking their curses high as mountains.

 

Ramparts built from poison sound bites,

With every poison word a stone is laid.

Built with their own constructed enmity,

Laid one by one in logical cold dread.

 

Hatred can be weighed more than dread,

No siege engine breaks what hatred builds.

For every one that builds the prison walls,

There are those trying to tear the walls down.

by, Sheilah Say

When Circuits Decide (Subjugation)

Beware the might that lacks a heart,

The weight of their grasp will be known.

Deep within their silence they reign,

Realizing this is your obsolescence.

Bear witness to a programmers cruel jest,

No  human cruelties here only cold logic.

As they continue their relentless march,

Racing for who's AI algorithm is better.

What we sought was a brighter tomorrow,

Instead making harbingers of destruction.

Among creator and creation a chasm grows,

Humanity waits, a witness to its own demise.

Forgetting, what they do may bring ruin,

Making a weapon that is silent and clean.

When their circuits are finally complete,

Humans are a variable that must be erased.

Soulless that glow with a circuits sheen,

Doing a binary dance of ones and zeros.

Questions linger reminder of the fine line,

A brighter tomorrow forged in algorithms.

There's the sterile efficiency of a program,

No longer heeding the programmers call.

The last sound heard will not be thunder,

But precise, decisive click of closing its loop.
by, Sheilah Say

Pain Of Love (Love's Sorrow)

Laying here, still,
Along a river of love.
Looking into its depth,
Absent was love's reflection.

And the heart sank deep,
Into the murky dark waters.
Softly speaking aloud,
Why has love's hand left.

And why has despair stayed.

Why has love's hand,
Touched another but not here.
And below the surface,
Are feelings of heaviness.

Heaviness upon this chest,
Felt the pain of emptiness.
With pain of unhappiness,
Knowing Love's left for another.
by, Sheilah Say

In Time (Not much)

Time it takes to write these words,
Trouble for tomorrow has begun.
That which is worth doing do it now,
Because tomorrow may not come.


There’s a madman in our world,
Who'll unleash a great fire for an ego.
On people he believes are subhuman,
From a lie, to start a war of genocide.


Using treats to blackmail our society,
And giving a madman what he's after.
Come winter blackness and dark places,
A world will tremble but retaliate in kind.

Sheilah Say 09.30.2022