Posted by on Apr 29, 2010 in Choken Word, revelation

I. I am me. I am the air and the sea. I am the bird and the tree. I am what I see. I am you being me. I am my mother and father. I am my sister and brother. I am separate from you, but we are one another. I am the food that I eat. I am the people I meet. I am the shoes on my feet. I am dependent but complete. I am alive in the moment. I am full of atonement. I am strength capable.  I am hunger insatiable. I am a product of my environment. I am alive only as a monument.
I am Papa Smurf.
I am astro-turf.
I am Dominoes Pizza.
I am Bill Gate’s Visa.
I am Tubby Gummi.
I am Monopoly money.
I am Gatorade.
I am natural honey.
I am Kool–Aid.
I am Seinfeld’s funny.
I am Sanford’s son.
I am Miller’s “One.”
I am light from the sun.
I am smoke from a gun.
I am concrete laid.
I am hopeful.
I am afraid.
I am proud.
I am brave.
I am lost.
I am a wave.
I am driven. I am forgiven. I am what’s given. I am dead risen. I am descendant of kin. I am nitroglycerin. I am youth energy. I am communal synergy. I am a reflection of you. I am rabbit stew. I am your intent. I am the unpaid rent. I am the letters you’ve sent. I am the metal I’ve bent. I am crazy. I am lazy. I am a horizon that is hazy. I am tire-chain traction. I am Bush’s reaction. I am atop a fraction. I am the split of a faction. I am a fatal attraction. I am a muscle’s contraction. I am a catalyst for ACTION!

by the pilot…



  1. Krs
    April 29, 2010

    Papa smurf?!

    I am Eric Cartman, a smart man,
    Livin through the heart man,
    An art man,
    I might be your neighborhood Clark Kent,
    Iz all art man,

    You are indeed a cunning linguist…

  2. globatron
    April 29, 2010

    This poem was the pilot’s and was smuggled out of ward 13 on a flash drive.

    I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  3. Krs
    April 30, 2010

    How was the drive smuggled out if I might ask…=)

    Better make sure you have backups of the pilots data

    Wouldn’t want to lose that…

  4. globatron
    April 30, 2010

    A flash drive. Nothing exotic.

    I wish there was a nice story to it. Just a trembling hand passing a now outdated flash drive to another in the hopes of it one day being read by someone who cared enough to try and understand it.

    All the data is now posted on the ward 13 post at the bottom.

  5. Krs
    April 30, 2010

    Data is the legacy of our civilization…

    A secret trembling hand is a great story as it is.

    One dies so another can live…

  6. globatron
    April 30, 2010

    no doubt. I used to worry about losing all the data from this site or from my hard drive. I now see all thoughts and data as fleeting. Fleeting yet infinite. The paradox of the Tao.

    I am not concerned with legacy anymore. I am glad I could be a part of passing on the story of the pilot. I hope his papers can help inspire another. Making a stand as a pacifist in the military is not an easy task.

  7. Globatron.org
    April 30, 2010

    I am me. I am Seinfeld’s funny. I am Sanford’s son. I am Miller’s “One.” I am light from the sun. http://tiny.cc/rzj7w

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