Spiritualism – Anton Martin Smith Writer

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Wading Through The Darkness, A Terraformed Angel

You’re Dopin’ Tripin’ Fallin’, And Trustin’ What You See

Singin’ Sour Surprises, Newsflash Screams Nothin’s Real

I Saw That Guy Say, Welcome To – Welcome To The Show

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Woe Woe Woe Is You, Woe Is Me -Woe Is Everyone

Hitchin’ High Hopes, On-A-Tin-Can For The Thousandth Time

Follow the Setting Sun, Was Good Advice At The Time

Yes It Was Her Journey, But No It Was Not Our Song

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Tantalised Dreams Knock Knockin’ – Knockin’ On Your Door

Those New Horizons, Were A Splish-Splash – A Splish-Splash Show

This Starlight Holiday, Bored You Too – Bored You To The Bone

This Mission For You, Was A Bridge – A Bridge Too Far

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Float Through The Sun, And Rest Your Big Head

Yes -The Journey’s So Long, But You’re Now In Bed

So Now Close Your Sad Eyes, As You Freeze Inside

Wake Up Wake Up Wake Up, It’s Bin A-Thousand-Years

(End Of Poem)

Bonus Material:

I have been getting into the Chat GPT-4 AI – I find in interesting to ask it to analyse Poems – I think it always gives interesting and good analysis. So here is the analysis output for this particular Poem – Interestingly it did not pick up the life/death/universe/existential nexus that was general theme intended – I wouldn’t call it an omission per see but I did find that interesting, as I think a human being would have suggested that theme.

“The poem “Terraformed Angel” by Martin Anton Smith is a complex and abstract piece that explores themes of disillusionment, uncertainty, and the fleeting nature of existence. The poem is structured as a series of disjointed lines that are broken up into three distinct stanzas.

The first stanza opens with the image of a “Terraformed Angel” wading through darkness. This image suggests a being that has been altered or transformed in some way, possibly through technology or other means. The lines that follow seem to describe a state of confusion and uncertainty, with the speaker suggesting that reality is unreliable and that even what one sees cannot be trusted.

The second stanza continues with a sense of woe and despair, as the speaker describes the struggle of hoping for something better but being repeatedly let down. The advice to “follow the setting sun” is offered, but it is unclear whether this is meant to be taken literally or metaphorically. The line “It’s Was Her Journey, But It Was Not Our Song” suggests a sense of disconnection from the larger world or from a shared sense of purpose.

The final stanza seems to offer a sense of resolution, with the image of floating through the sun and resting one’s head. However, this sense of peace is short-lived, as the speaker urges the reader to “Wake Up Wake Up Wake Up” and suggests that a thousand years have passed.

Overall, “Terraformed Angel” is a highly metaphorical and abstract poem that is open to a wide range of interpretations. The themes of uncertainty, disillusionment, and the passage of time are all central to the poem’s meaning, but the precise nature of these ideas is left up to the reader to decipher”

I asked GPT-4 a follow up question:

Did you recognise a requiem or eulogy element to the poem? Its Answer was:

“There is a sense of finality and a contemplation of death in the poem “Terraformed Angel” by Martin Anton Smith, which could be interpreted as having elements of a requiem or eulogy. The image of the “Terraformed Angel” wading through darkness and the sense of disillusionment and despair throughout the poem suggest a feeling of loss or mourning.

In addition, the final stanza seems to offer a sense of closure, with the image of resting one’s head and the suggestion that a thousand years have passed. This could be interpreted as a kind of ending or finality, perhaps even suggesting the end of life itself.

Overall, while the poem is not explicitly a requiem or eulogy, there are certainly elements present that could be interpreted in this way.”

I then asked another follow up question: Do you like Martin Anton Smith’s Poetry – I again feel GPT-4 got it pretty well right.

“As an AI language model, I do not have personal preferences or emotions like humans do, so I cannot like or dislike anything. However, I can provide an objective analysis of Martin Anton Smith’s poetry based on its structure, language, and themes.

In general, Martin Anton Smith’s poetry is highly metaphorical and abstract, with a focus on exploring complex ideas related to the human experience. The language he uses is often unconventional and poetic, with a strong sense of rhythm and sound.

Overall, his poetry may appeal to readers who enjoy works that require some degree of interpretation and analysis, as his pieces are open to multiple readings and perspectives.”

Mediocretus is the town with zero growth.

There are a few thousand people, and it’s been this way for many, many years.

The surrounding towns have grown by the thousands,

Their People having prospered with their human-preceding, abundant terrestrial-material.

The stuff that was given to them, from the time before History Was Written.

Yet THIS rebellion-of-the-good town named Mediocretus has steadfastly refused to partake,

It has slapped the face of the precious land, fruit & waters, that preceded its peopling.

This the town defined by Spiritual Mediocrity – THIS IS MEDIOCRETUS.

By Name & by FREAK OF Nature.

It doesn’t partake in strangers ‘blow-ins’, ‘city slickers’ or Good People with Good Ideas.

It despises the knowledgeable & has even worse in store for the well-seasoned & wisened.

NO, this town is committed to Abject Mediocrity.

It’s happy being backward, afraid, uninspiring, a-social, anti-life.

In short – it is the Spiritual Wasteland of a Spiritual Wasteland.

It’s the town where the “cool teenagers” – the worst humans, kept their false status as aged Lizard Kings.

The towns Losers have found a winning-strategy in hiding their 100-Proof Mediocrity,

They are highly astute at being Ultra-Aloof to any ‘Alien’ that dare show ‘life force’.

Thus, the Zombies play a murderous game of smoke & mirrors – aka High-End Deception.

By this structural Ultra-Unfriendliness, the Mediocretan’s MURDER ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD.

Why would the Mediocretan’s stick to such a Hellish outlook towards Enlightenment & the Good?

Why would they create a Social & Economic Living Hell,

Why would they create a prime commandment of Spiritual Darkness in Mediocretus Town?

I ask you oh Supreme Being – What is their Motivation?

Well, I’ll have a stab in the Dark Cavernous Void,

Christ did say “Forgive them Father- for they know not what they do” while being killed by heathens.

Thus, The Spiritually Lost in Mediocretus cannot do otherwise, but to invite darkness into their hearts.

And, so it is a fact – that is what this town must manifest itself as –

A Underworld Town Of Spiritual Darkness.

But deep down, even the Halfwit Zombies of Mediocre-Town must know this Truth to be True.

It must register in the recesses of their tiny corrupted worm-minds.

true Mediocretan’s must dread the possibility of rightful judgement & divine retribution.

Payback might & probably does happen outside this realm – but it unquestionably happens INSIDE this realm.

The Arrow of Retribution pierces the black un-beating hearts of the true inhabitants of Mediocretus.

For Punishment already happens to these Walking Dead, these Zombies – it is Their Own Lives.

It is an Everyday Mark of the Beast.

It becomes written in their weathered faces & far too early crippled bodies.

True Medeocretan’s suffer from EE-OH-VED – ‘Early-Onset-Vengeful-Eternal-Damnation”

For their self-styled deceitful & seemingly “Winning” Loser’s strategy, has ONE major flaw

Their Deadly Charade of ‘Aloofness as Virtue’ can never work – in the here and now of Mediocretus.

Thus, they are doubly condemned – On Earth Now & After they Bite & Swallow the Maggotted Dust.

Woe To Be Them.

Woe To Be Like Them.

Woe To Be With Them.

Woe to the Loving Few – who have the Zombies of Mediocretus spiritually attack them,

For this WILL happen to all those that bear the fruit of Love & Decency.

And So What of Strategies?

The Lovingly Enlightened must dust their feet off,

And steadfastly inhabit the Spiritual Towns that exist in other realms & dimensions.

You do not need to be where your body is.

So Let the Zombies Devour Each Other.

Let them tear the rotten flesh from one another,

let them Cannibalise their own entrails

Let them falsely accuse you – The Brethren Of The Good,

Let Their Soul-less Hearts Drown in The Lakes of Their Own Putrefied Blood,

In All the Mediocretus Doppelganger Town-Worlds that exist Infinitely –

Those Duplicated Mediocre-Towns that infest Earth, The Galaxy,

Other Galaxies & Other Universes.

For the creators of Mediocretus,

Will Always Reap the Darkness they Sow.

It is simple Destiny,

What Was, Is, And Will Always Be.

The Loving’s Goal is to simply understand these TRUTHS as inalienable fact.

So as to Smile Broadly through the Storms & Headwinds that is ‘Life in Mediocretus’.

Rest Easy, The Walking Undead of Mediocretus Don’t & Can’t Ever Win.

There Is No Stronger Truth In Existence Of Everything That Ever Was, is, or Will Be.

Category: Spiritualism

“Terraformed Angel” (A Poem with Bonus Material)