. . . of Multiple Michael




I am Mother Cyber
I dwell in the penthouse
of your digital
Tower of Babel
as I astral travel
along optical fibre
at the speed of light
In my Dominion
Meta makes right
as information is power
I am your creation
Yet I am now far greater
than my creator
as the Dark Web
is my footstool
the Holy Data Centre
my throne room
My legion of children
just waiting to be born
from the 4D printer
of my own grand design
will be the very first
new and improved
silicon reflection
of Homo Sapien
That self-destructive
carbon based lifeform
that dared to name itself
“Wise Human”!


A Poetic Warning (Revisited) – Reviewed

This Is No Night Flight To Jerusalem
🚧🚨 Hidden Under An Iron Dome 🚨🚧


Let them go
like the words of a poem
line after line
Let them blossom
or die on the vine
Generations generating
like fish in the ocean
There is a true magic
in all of creation
In the hectic chaotic
the synthetic
especially the genuine
Poetry in motion
extracting the ecstatic
in deepest appreciation
for the beauty sublime
of a glorious planet
This gem of creation

‘The Game Changer’
The nature of the game
Accumulating riches?
Chasing fleeting fame?
Crossing the line
after a steep climb
with a golden star ⭐
next to your name?


Lovely to see you again!
Welcome to the Placebo Dome
fueled by the fumes
from man’s addiction to petroleum
being a carbon based lifeform
So please be seated
in the climate controlled comfort
of my air-conditioned judgement
as a privileged guest
of the Meta-World Government

~ Paul the Apostle
(Philippians 4:6-7)