777 Schizophrenic Lost Diagnosis

Deficit response
Affection disorder
Observation incomplete
Lost diagnostic papers
Machine must apprehend
Scientific battle front

Cold steel hands
Android's iron grip
Geneticist's marionette
Follow the shallow breathing
Signed: Hallucinations
'We're setting in'

Vapid emotional scene
Response turned off time
Diagnostic compass misaligned
Manic machine apprehension quest
Seek & destroy attempt
Made out at sea

Icy mechanical hands
Berserk cyborg threat
Creator  left  for dead
Throttle amidst undertow
Consuming tide of paranoia
Onset of shallow breathing
Signed: Hallucinations
'We're setting in'

Depressive episode
Off the scale diagnosis
Lunatic symptom exhibition
Battlefront test subjects lost
Cortex charted lobotomy
Full metal treatment
Alchemy on hold
Scientific spike

Scarecrow hands
Humanoid fingers
Field leader's puppet
Frontal tap the lobe numb
Shallow breathing signs
Signed: Hallucinations

'We're setting in'

777 Scene of a Throne

God is obscene
Creating deformities
Gay closet raised kids
Hiding in volatile paranoia
As anorexics unto a mirror
Anxiety freezes the heart
Exterior social life issue
Articles of judgement

Illogical lethargy
Paralysis of conscience
Guilt trip grasp at gossip
Seeds of darkness sprout
Apathy dethroned compassion
Lost disgusting social scene
Praise be to silence
Just breathe

God the Obscene
Conceived prejudice
Homophobic churches
Raising closet based kids
Hiding in volatile paranoia
As anorexics unto a mirror
Abnormal label children
Victims of hate prayer
Preying gay out
Amidst gossip

Ill conceived sight
Paralysis of restraint
Echoed inhumane history
Paranoid bipolar conscience
Apathy dethroned compassion
Society lost in prejudice
Praise be to silence
Just breathe

God the Obscene
Enthroned nightmare
Conceived bipolar beauty
Transgender chromosome queen
Missing genetic helix defect
Perfect birth into brilliance
Born into acceptance
Confident epidermis
She defines grace

Untimely eulogy
Heart felt paralysis
Transgender martyr
Queen stoned to death
Prejudice conceived
By God the obscene
Disgusting society
Apathy until...
Hate wins

Obscene faith
Illogical selfish creeds
Spilling pulpit of inequality
Prejudice harbouring paranoia
Keeping equality at bay
LBGT children hiding
From youth to adult
Waiting out the age
Equality
It will happen...
Someday

777 Prescription Conspiracy

Inaccessible fortress
Subordinate legion of prose
Articulate nerve blockade
Harmful dialect architect
Ending vernacular early
Word body count
Confer in riddles
An endless ruse

Prescribed frequency
Imagination dead station
Exacerbating internal monologue
Medicated paralysis of language
Swollen event of nightmares
Melange's ongoing ruse

Insurmountable skyscraper
Derivative of language barrier
Castle set in a cloudy mind
Irrational azure twilight
Paralysing open sky
An orbit of bliss
Made of glass
Shattering

Prescribed osculation
Imaginary acute syndrome
Evolving internal monologue
Fictional medication panic button
Confused language of melange
Sedative befuddled dialect

Impregnable deaf fields
Killing lexicon's capacity
Trench confined articulation
Word body uncountable
Unending illness prank
Medicated to survive
Prescription scheme
A sedative's plot

Prescribed frequency
Imagination dead station
Wish of an internal monologue
Fictional paralysis language
Anodyne initiated horror
Melange hallucinations

Inaccessible enclosure
Compound for linguistics
Word single syllable count
Prescribed medication slows
Conspiracy suppressive wiles
Relapse device of verbatim
Mouse-print camouflage
Confinement methods
Deployed to evolve
A mental illness

Cognitive trap

777 Prescription's Declining Mechanism

Vivid delirium nonsense
Conquest of a protagonist
Salient infantry private in uniform
Regular patient of the bomb shelter
Cold sirens dilute all daylight
Distress method of destiny
Integrate lucid anomalies
Gas ruined breathing
Lobotomy's silence
Failure of strategy
Mend in death

Medication on notice
Paranoia attention decline
Deficit lost profit disorder
Monetary guilt trip up in arms
Toxins under forced recovery sheets
Prevail against peaceful sleep
Sinking in a red tide of sweat
Ocean of beads skin fallen
Troche prescription clot
Sedated in overdose
Pills will prevail...

Radiant dementia paradox
Knight in conspiracy's armour
Prominent ghost ship avatar
Upon black stead waves
Synchronizing delusions
Distress method of fate
An illness algorithm
Goad on Melange

Prescription of mending
Paranoia immersion Deficit
Attention's unsuccessful debate
Guilt trip up in arms against sleep
Cover up toxins manifest nightmares
Onyx dreams bleed vermilion
Tears swell under sheets
Where lucid lies dwell
Hindering the healing
Pills will prevail...

Aspiring hysteria salvation
Prescription antagonist's grave
Templar's theatre of war epitaph
Unmistakable aegis fire emblem
Hero's delusional of salvation
Serum into vein pyre ignites
No pill shield ever denied
The illness algorithm
Of a monologue
So numbing

Paranoia immersion decline
Diligent intoxicating paralysis
Six senses on a guilt trip
Trapped in melange
A living nightmare
Lucid fiction life
Losing touch
Pills will...

An Updated Summary!

     Algorithymns Poetry² via the Villain of Truth blog, twitter, tumblr and facebook is a digitally distributed poetry project of nerdity, sharing unique experiences through the eyes and shoes of others via the empathetic imagination engine to inspire equality, learning & creativity for the purpose of ending prejudice & bully'n, so that smiles like peace might find us all a way to imagine and thus live a brighter future.

     Poems helping to graph acceptance under our skin, working its way into our hearts and minds so that our eyes expedite less judgement, prejudice and hatred.

In earnest anticipation of,

777 Medical Test Marionette

Theatrical caged doll

Made of paper mâché

Stain glass marionette

Fragile skin docked strings 

Serpents of contempt

At vein play

Second hand medical 

Wings adorn her back 

Black patchwork mended

Surgical pinned on staples 

She's now flightless 

Even in dreams

Hospital fate enclosure 

Amphitheatre of doubt

Vein I.V drip marionette 

Frail porcelain blue doll

Tests chart white stage

Echo of ghosts at play

Second hand medical

Treatment of an angel

Broken transparent wings

Onyx mother's spell mended 

Disabled in disbelief of suffering

Child hooked to ten machines 

Wrestling to be free

In flightless dreams

Update II Via Croudsourcing.org !

     Algorithymns Poetry² is an innovative project utilizing the empathetic imagination engine of poetry to craft unique experiences upon request via a poetry request form that anyone who can access the internet will be able to utilize.

     Poems ranging from observational, to love, to spiritual into dark, hopeful and melodic realms, all the while remaining true to the core values of The Algorithymns Project. Inspiring virtue and hope through poetry in order to stem the tide of prejudice, bullying, social stigma(s) and verbal abuse.

Description: 

     Two out of Three functions of the Algorithymns Project are already live, they including daily digital distribution of Poetic Tweets (currently just over 9,000), Prose and stanza poetry (at nearly a thousand poems) and finally Spoken Word Poetry via podcasts (which are being performed at open mic events as well, currently just over 350 podcasts).

     The latest function of the project is the Poetry Request Form, which is currently in beta test and can be found here:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dDQ3c0lxMmhnQ1RIVWNmM3dIVzd2dlE6MQ#gid=0

     Its a rough draft but it gives you an impression of what can come to pass in the project's future!

In earnest anticipation of,

777 Dementia Ode II

Requiem of Loss,

     Depleting pastures of memory, intellectual grasp foregoing reality, ancient heart broken angel holding hands as the mental curse stole her hero's synapses blank, fleeting a brilliant mind away.

     Gene cursed pool disturbance, beckoning worst flat line call ever taken, noose of a sixty five year old unbeknownst protagonist of a dementia story, operator collapsed in remorse as the blip blip turned to bleep's failure to respond, no doctor revival for the man who lost his name.

     Death, a delusional unscalable time of forgetting how to draw lines; relief, fallen paper unconventional resignation unto the onyx scythe request once stacked beside visionary writer's chair, medical trail plot unsequenced of an illness no imagination curator should have, finished unto artist's desk nearly forgotten signature, an order not to revive once dead.

     A dedication neither unsavoury good nor delightfully bad to a poet's self craft wire lined in apartment mouldy closet noose, maybe he'd only ever imagined the blight scenario, maybe he never meant to follow through with this lonely ending, no one ever cared to see and no one will remember.

     Depleting obsidian synapse frontal cavern lost cortex way to the symphony not firing an orchestra of twilight beyond risk of a promise to resuscitate. Everything left of us has faded from the shepherds flock gone rogue like a curious illumination of seeking flames' all spark off in the distance, sheep described as black, A lonely villain who drove his angel away... In a delirium of accidents unrememberable.

    Wingless angelic lover for whom no bell tolled, died of cancer in a distant hospital lonely doctors making profit palace of white walls stained read ward, thinking only of the indescribable hero who once lived, vibrant of logical artistic algorithymns at her side, blessing all his endeavours as she passed, 'may the adventure of creativity be enjoyed by... Those left behind...'

In earnest anticipation of,

The Algorithymn

Via The Empathetic Imagination Engine

Algorithymns Poetry² Update & Preview Poem

 Three more poems started today, here's a brief preview of one of them in it's raw first draft of course. Later it may turn into a second but meh, it's pretty radiant a scene as it is.

     Here is White Body Paint, which reads better if centred, a poem about a lost night in a maiden's life. Not to what, but the possibility of whom in the folds of two. The unheroic knight's intoxicated sexual attempt and the choice of life that comes in the aftermath. 

     It's not about the choice, everyone's life is unique and we all carry our the weight of our own paths. Too many have sorrow inflicted upon us or regret we have to live with, this is an exposure to a night, not what is or what would have been.

     It is a poem based on Delicate Wager, a poem I started in 2009. There is weight in the measure of the graphic realism for so many of us.

     Subject matter that matters, helping others move through sadness and mourning while allowing others to have a glimpse into the lives of others. Hone your empathy, compassion fill your heart, don't channel change... Reach out!

     Understand and thus care for another with a broader scope and wider acceptance.

White Body Paint  

Camouflaged by white

Unchivalrous (k)night's kiss 

Mourning after regret decorum 

Shame's weight shouldered

Mirror reflection denied

Sight of losing secrets

Dementia illustration

Truth held at bay

Requiem hormone

Induces rebuttal

Gene relapse

Of memory

Landscape to refusal

Dissapproving memory

Gland inebriated regular stupor

Lust intoxication vetoed wisdom

Contraception purse neglected

Buddha's belly painted

Aftermath of white's cover

Tears like snow fell

Amidst miscreant cum

Pearl realm DNA graph

Unwanted gene template

Adult choice exposure

Five second rate

Pleasure absent

No memory

Still alive

Barely

Update + Mirage of Hope I

So in advance ya'll get the first glimpse at the finished first draft of Mirage of Hope, which will probably stay that way as I started three other poems this morning and two on my phone last night that need finishing.

As well my mother is in desperate need of some lov'n as she's across the sea from me and going through stressful times with a myriad of tasks on her plate and sorrows no one should bear alone.

On top of that she wants a poem for my baby sister's wedding 7 days, which I can't attend as they're all back home in Vancouver and I'm over on yonder shores in Scotland, my home now. 

So here it is!

Mirage of Hope I

Etymology of awe

Overcome in emotion

Buried unwritten legend

Wisdemonic tide of tears

Epidermis evaporated

Receding shame

Into regret

Mirage of mine

Hope left inside

Land pin striped 

Pock onyx marks

Adorn the fields

Contempt grey

Synonym of forever

Illusionary abandoned saga

Rewritten to hide a symphony

Emitting a wisdemonic crescendo

Sown under wings of angels

Their acid tears sky falling

Receding as bells

Untolled

Mirage of faith

Sand mine fields

Lands of dreary notes

Pock marked symphony

Locked behind silence

Flame infused tide

Sea of mirrors

Display 

Despairing antonyms 

Uncharted bleak nightmare

Discovery of receding cosmos 

Emotional cortex damned trial

Judge authorized lobotomy

Mercy's gone comatose

Before the wisdemonic

Throne of regret

Mirage of hope

Beyond bleak lands

Sandcastle mine fields

Decaying under acid rain

Realm of precipitation 

Exploring corrosion 

Over all devotion

Where is faith...

Where is the opposition...

Who'll lift but a finger...

On behalf of a brighter future...?

In earnest anticipation of,

The Algorthymn

Via The Empathetic Imagination Engine

Meow! A Work in Progress: Mirage of Hope

Working on this right now!

A bit dark, but I'm not there, only via the foot steps of another and wounds of old, long mended, through empathy and into the imagination. If sorrow finds you, you are not alone. Smile for not all is bleak, find the words herein to discover a moment that might begin... A journey undiscovered as of yet.

Etymology of awe

Overcome in emotion

Comatose unwritten legend

Wisdom recedes 

Into nothing...

Mirage of mine

Hope left inside

Land pin striped 

Pock onyx marks

Adorn the fields

Contempt grey

Despairing antonyms 

Uncharted bleak nightmare

Discovery of receding cosmos 

Emotional cortex damned trial

Judge authorized lobotomy

Mercy's gone comatose

Mirage of faith

Sand mine fields

Lands of dreary notes

Pock marked symphony

Where is faith...

Where is the opposition...

Who'll lift but a finger...

On behalf of a brighter future...?

In earnest anticipation of,
The Algorthymn
Via the Empathy Imagination Engine

Algorithymns' Project Crowd Funding

https://www.indiegogo.com/project/preview/15a3661e

What is Algorithymns Poetry²?

An attempt to get extraordinary with what I do...

Algorithymns Poetry² is a multi-platform online distribution of poetry & prose, whose main function will be to unite anyone who can access the internet with a personalized poetry experience; upon request.

What is the purpose of the current project?

Creating through collaboration a web based form, linked on the Algorithymns' web site that the user, anyone who can access the internet, can utilize to request a poem specifically tailored to them or a recipient(s) of their choosing.

The form will have a series of check box questions and fill in the blanks that will allow the user to give brief insight into what  might want the poem to be about. Let us know if there are any trigger words they may want or not want to see.

Also they can check what type of poem they'd like it to be in, stanza, prose, verse, lyric, ode as well the feel or emotion of the poem; observational, spiritual, love, loss, depression, mourning, hopeful long suffering and so on.

Does Algorithymns have morals?

Algorithymns Poetry² Will Not support any verbiage, directly or indirectly, that is in any manner bullying, anti-equality or pro-prejudice.

Algorithymns Poetry² carries a continuity of virtue, chivalry and moral fibre on behalf of Mother Nature so that Peace, Equality and Hope may reside in all our futures.

Does Algorithymns any live functions now?

The two already existing functions. First is the digital distribution of poetry on a Blog, Twitter, Spreaker and Soundcloud.

The second is live performances (currently in open mic beta testing). Both are actively sharing poetry craft from the empathetic imagination engine within that might inspire equality, hope, learning, creativity for the purpose of ending prejudice, social stigmas & bullying.

Why crowdfund now?

After years of 'searching' the world for a place to call home, giving each city or town a year or more, I've finally found a place that calls me... My heart, hands and smile... Home. On top of that creatively, after posting poetry on several websites as a beta test for 'appreciation,' is at a level I am comfortable with creating for others.

Then there is the resurgence of the back injury after four years of dormancy, on a sick leave from work I am able to work more on the project, research and development as well as the future of this project and the novelization of The Forever Fantasy (side project).

I believe in  what I create, for I am a black sheep and must believe in myself, for no one else really does believe in my creative works. Not yet any ways. I believe in what I craft, the power the words have to help, inspire, heal, raise awareness, help relive, capture a moment, lend a hopeful hand, that I must pursue the project with all I am and the best that a poet who exists to put others before himself via morals and compassion.

About Me: Juton

Nothing I have is new: second hand heart on my wrist under a thrift shop t-shirt. Not vintage but thrift and charity shop, well except my ancient laptop and phone on a long term contract. I enjoy life this way as I am a weird individual.

Part hipster who enjoys cycling a single speed long distance (Glasgow to Edinburgh, Scotland), a nerd who enjoys a good game of Munchkins or Massive Multi-player Online Role Playing Game, yes I went there... Or used to any ways.

I'm a quirky hopelessly romantic geek whose anime addiction to Miyazaki runs deep. One who reads news on current events to write poems about, whilst also browsing wikipedia to create poetry about maths' prime numbers and equations of the heart.

Maybe I was born gay, maybe my family prayed it out of me. Growing up sheltered as I did, it's impossible to tell, save for the dress, skirt and 'women's attire' that I adore wearing. I tell my mother that I only wear it at halloween, but that's not for my sake. I love her and she needs peace of mind in her life about my identity, for I am but a 13 year old lad still in her eyes. None of my black sheep poetic life exists to her and I accept her this way, as I accept myself. With a dashing bearded smile!

I enjoy writing poems about equality, especially for the LGBT community, those who suffered rape, bullying and victim blaming, as well as mental illness, like the 777 series, observational poems about current events, past traumatic incidents like Chernobyl, Fukushima, Bhopal, The Killing Fields and the list goes on from catastrophe to genocide to global warming to land mines and the phantom pain they cause. Researching to write, always reading, endlessly growing.

All the way down the scale to a particular subject that hits home in my heart, that of land mines and the traumas they have and continue to create and what we are doing to end their reign of invisible terror upon the earth.

Where the Journal to Poetry Began

When I was 24 years old I was struck by the tusks of a forklift at work, sending me falling into pallets behind, bending me backwards. For several months there was no diagnosis (Eventually through three different test it was discovered to be nerve route damage down my right leg and three lower back herniated discs), just a myriad of pain and prescription killers.

I began a journal then and what birthed forth, ever so slowly, were poems. Nothing excellent or exciting, just words from the heart, some about ancient wounds others about wishes and dreams. You see I grew up in a 'small town' hidden away behind closed doors of segregation from anything new or alternative, thus yoga and being vegetarian were taboo and looked down upon.

But I was always different, the only fat kid amongst my family and friends, church age and youth groups as well as in school. Thus I was the target of much bullying, some was even violent; like rocks getting thrown at me on my walk to school from cars as if the words weren't breaking my heart enough already.

Since then I’ve spent at least a year in most every major city in Canada, trying to find that special place a nerd can call home. But all of them, from Nova Scotia to Toronto and St. John’s to Ottawa and Victoria have all been pockets of isolation. For what do I have to offer, I am unqualified to speak, with no degree and masters to follow, nor do I have a mass of followers who comment, like and share that which I create that might be proof of ‘the good that might come from what it is I persevere through isolation to do, crafting poetry on my phone or in the dark at home.’

Now I think outside the box about social stigmas, how empowered children to uphold prejudice, social stigmas and even, in some cases, bullying as normal and approved; after all my father always said 'get used to it now, it'll happen your whole life,' not lifting a finger or an eye brow to show he cared.

So some of my poetry was and is about the outcry for bullying's normalcy and mere existence to be ended through awareness, education, the empowerment of compassion and equality.

Through more trauma did I write and thus my empathetic imagination engine was honed. Today I am able to write from the shoes of others as if I had lived through their hopes, sorrows and dreams.

A few more of said wounds were child and youth sexual abuse, loneliness, depression, heartache, loss and even mental illness. Yes, I a man had eating disorders that I struggled with for fifteen years and nearly died from in 2009. My lowest weight was 130 lbs or 9 stone. But I recovered and today work full time in guest services for a health food store.

But enough about silly lil'ole me.

The idea for the first function of Algorithymns has been on my heart for a long time now, but the time was not right for a myriad of reasons to push forward with the project. Now, with the back injury flaring up again it is time to set my will to help others with the attempted launch of this project; the online form via the Algorithymns' website so anyone can have a poem graft onto their consciousness, specified via their choices specifically for them.

Crowd Sourcing, why?

The profit margin for Algorithymns is zero, zilch, nada. It cannot exist save by donation and support of people like you. The return on investment is null and void, for how can I ask for money from those requesting a poem... Surely that would limit those who can access the form, so that isn't really an option.

Not everyone has a bank account that can access the internet, nor do all of them have paypal or a credit card. So to ask for money during the processing and subsequent creation of a poem for them... Would be tragically limiting.

Anyone, anywhere should be able to access the form and request a poem; to be shared with family, friends and a precious loved one if they should like. That is the dream of Algorithymns Poetry².

Before the project can be tested and launch, however, there needs to be enough funds to allocate the resources and time to write once it goes live. For if requests come in and there isn't enough time to write, as I do have another half who must be given adequate time to appreciate and show depth of care that is love and all the virtues that wrap it up safe and sound, for the gallant and handsome muse is the hope for my future and inspiration of the heart to believe in me... Yes, well, hah! Indeed I have found ‘home.’

So, if requests come in and there isn't enough time to allocate to project then the whole thing falls apart and shall never come to pass. The dream cannot exist without your help.

Who would use Algorithymns Poetry²

Anyone who enjoys the daily digital distribution of the created works! Those being shared on Twitter, Spreaker, Soundcloud, Blogger and the Algorithymns website (In progress).

Anyone! Anyone who can access the internet my find themselves at one point or another in need of or desiring a word specifically for them. To heal, inspire, stretch, envelope or move them in a way they request.

NGO or Not For Profits, may desire a poem, podcast or workshop based on a project they themselves are working on, it may be to raise awareness, educate, inspire, motivate or just be a pleasant part of a charity gala.

Companies who are losing staff due to retirement or moving on to another more challenging or less stressful job site, after a solid tenure corporations both large and small may want to say goodbye with a poem.

People who are persevering but may be near... Someone with cancer may want a word left behind on their behalf for a friend, partner or family member. They can request the poem not be sent to the recipient unless the stipulation be met, which may be their lack of communication to Algorithymns via email for more than seven days.

You get the picture, anyone can use the form and everyone can enjoy the ongoing works of Algorithymns Poetry² Digital Distribution.

If you can't donate: Share!

If you can't give, don't feel you'd like to or won't, but are moved by the project, then please share, follow and enjoy the works of my poetic portfolio that can currently be found on the following pages:

http://villainoftruth.blogspot.co.uk/

https://twitter.com/VillainofTruth

http://www.spreaker.com/user/juton

Short story blog: http://dailyfixtion.blogspot.co.uk/

The World's Over journal is a short story blog that is a smidgen, a glance per say, of the great realm that is The Forever Fantasy. A Secondary Project done in spare time. 

It is the Journal of Jane, her husband Charles and the friends they make in a world they awaken into, in earth's distant future. The end of the journal blog will be the first chapter in The World's Over Journal Novel, which is currently over a two hundred pages into its first draft, with the plot line finished, it will be the first in a four part series of novels.

But that is another tale for another time.

As We Conclude:

What the Project(s) Need.

Funds that can be allocated to time on the project, which includes the current functions, social media, collaborative efforts for brainstorming, creative exploration, research and development before, during and after the Algorithymns' project is launched. As I can oft be found boring others with my silence, head in the clouds, stuck in a book or website.

So no matter how big or small the donation, support of sharing or comment left behind, you are empowering Algorithymns!

 Every portion over the sum requested for via crowd sourcing will go to the continuum of Algorithymns, the growth of the project, the daily distribution of poetry, podcasts, workshops (art therapy for example) and prose, along with photos, updates and the continued expansion of Algorithymns Poetry², which includes The World's Over Journal and The Forever Fantasy (which can be previewed in rough draft via the blog).

Funds for adequate technologies including a proper website, Poetry Request Form, sound cloud and spreaker accounts and eventually forums for people the world over.

Funds for hardware, including upkeep on older to ancient equipment currently being used, such as a new headset, microphone, laptop, epic scrolling ninja mouse and a bow tie... No wait, I mean yes! Bow tie = very enthusiastic yes!

What are the Project Phases

During all stages Algorithymns' two existing primary functions currently live will function as they always have, with daily activity, to inspire, mend and share.

Also during all phases live performances will be shared at open mics, poetry readings and social events where such a thing will be quasi embraced or at least half accepted.

Stage one is collaboration with a software and website designer and engineer to prepare the platform, website and form, based on an existing model, for the project.

During the initial and all phases (including now) and I dare say into forever! Ongoing research will be endlessly read to empower the empathetic imagination engine so that the experiences written about can be tailored to the choice of the poem requester from very vivid and dense down to a pleasant read for anyone (without the hustle of mind from a bagillion massive words).

Stage two is a beta test of the website, form and possible forums (to be launched at a later stageless date) for fluidity, bugs and over wordiness.

Stage three is the launch and a three month trial period where little to no marketing other then the social media models currently being used and word of online and offline mouth, via @ symbols # and the like.

Stage four (if necessary) is collaboration with various marketing friends and SoE wizards to enhance the broadcast of the project worldwide.

Future Funds
Will inevitably siphon their way down to the expansion of new works, research and development and eventually daily existence in society today.
If and when the pool for Algorithymns poetry² gets large enough, crowd sourcing and donated funds will be put towards technologies to help streamline the project and all of its functions.
These include a new headset, a decent microphone for podcasting workshops, poems and updates. Eventually the possibility for a new laptop, as mine is ancient.
Secondary Functions may also be utilized if the pool of funds grows large enough; such as forums where people can discuss, meet up as a collective in a safe environment with proper guidelines moderated by a few folks and a couple admins.
If the funding and project grow large enough there may be a need to source the poetry to others with the empathetic imagination engine.

Finally, The Impact

Firstly you are growing the daily expansion of distributed material online.

Secondly there is the beginning of Algorithymns' Projects stages.

Thirdly, Furthermore funds will help empower hope that one day there is a  possibility for a full recovery from this ongoing struggle with my injured back. Vertebra L4, 5 and 6 are herniated, revealed by a cat and bone scan after several months of being told I had just pulled and strained a muscle, while there is nerve route damage down my right leg.

Each day starts off with stretching which leads into yoga to alleviate the pain. I've already rebuilt my body twice. At 24 from the original injury, which resurfaces every few years. Then from the mental illness of an eating disorder and now the source injury yet again.

From 2004 at age 24 when the injury occurred up until 2009 I wasn't even able to get up out of a chair without pain and the use of my arms, legs being too weak and enamoured by pain to stand on their own.

Lastly Remember, no matter what you are supporting the current and future works of Algorithymns, check out some of the poetry (either via the links or at the bottom of this), listen to a pod cast or six, that is what you are funding. The continued growth of what one day might become...

Every donation is precious, I can exist in this world, having done so for a great number of years off less than $15,000 a year, so working part time whilst dividing my attention to the project should allow its fruition. A frugal poet thriving in solitude, though everyone needs friendship and a hand to hold during times of sorrow and those of joy.

Nothing will get wasted for I never garnished bad habits like drinking, straight edge on accident... (though I did try some beers at age 30... So lame, so they say, too tied up in creating and the lonely dark of being a nerd and a poet trapped in one body), drugs or materialism. I wish just to exist and share the project, creating for the benefit of others.

Though my other projects aren't viewed, commented upon or shared by anyone, even my own family for I am a black sheep and am generally friendless because I'm a quirky nerd who writes too much... Pretty sure all my facebook 'friends' have hidden my wall by now, the poetic spam is endless!

The projects include the 777 Poetry Series which is now seven poems long, dealing with mental illness, social stigmas of people living with disabilities, people trapped in the health care system and the money made off saving lives.

Another project is the Twitter Poetry, which now is over 9,000 poems long and going strong, buffered up with four to six poems daily.

Then there is the Spoken Word poetry project that daily sees two to three podcasts on Spreaker and Soundcloud with over three thousand followers... With only two likes... of over three hundred podcasts to date.

Finally there is the blogged poetry project which has over a thousand poems and prose-poetry, though it isn't viewed much at all despite the sharing and all those facebook 'friends.' Alas! I write on.

For though no one comments, likes or believes in me (well maybe there is just one person *wink*) not family unto a friend... I believe. Not in me, for I have no self esteem, the young abuse in childhood to bullying in church and school murdered off my confidence.

I live by courage in perseverance.

In earnest anticipation of,

Juton

Ps. Sorry if that's all very wordy, I'm a poet after all... Please won't you at least smile!

PPs. I won't have any perks but I will have tons of updates and poems left as comments. Until then here is a sample of the 777 Series and a nerdy love poem.

Bipolar Beauty

Paralysed bipolar look up scene

Beauty trapped in fire infused sand

Mirror amplifies the psychosis

Derangement not by choice

Furniture inside deforms

Despite the prescription

Still hallucinating

Abnormal scientific referral

Accepted terms for testing

Abrasive codex of dignity

Accidental manic prey

Bipolar schizophrenic shallow breathing

Darkness of the mind depressive

Sworn to psychosis secrets

Trapped in her own head

Yet she is defined...

By illness instead of beauty

Paralysed bipolar look up cut scene

Life's beauty hallucinating in fire infused sand

Mirror impaired insight amplifies the psychosis

Pendulum derangement swinging inner lens

Aperture of the iris step out head trip

Social deteriorating world view stigma

Surrounded by archaic stereotypes

Stabilizing untimely manic impulses

Sworn genetics to mood frenzy

Substitute deforming subject

Silent amidst testing

Mentally vacant

Lost at sea

Bipolar suicidal shallow breathing

Dark mind episodes on repeat

Trapped inside his own head

Yet he is defined...

By illness instead of beauty

...........................................

The crime is a choice

View of the wounded

How obscene & shallow are we...

Everyone deserves more

Than a moment's observation

Happen-stance of society

Gossip exclusive judges

How ugly... Are we

Online Source Origin

Digitally hidden online

Spam open window filter

Condescending profile view

Humiliating statement expected

Self deprecative imagination

Only engine running inside

Downcast origin dream

Failed beta testing

Love's all wrong

Contempt is...

Overcome

Stuttering bearded lips

Poetic profile response

Once in the universe view

Reverberation unexpected

Self deprecating personality

Shelter behind closed eyes

Lips sinking in dreams

Scorched by hope

Wishing for love

At twilight

Living in geekality

Adorkable anime in real life

Heroic smile hypnotic protagonist

Realigned heroine's file

Sharing the night sky

Beside a dreamer

Self decaying

Honestly

Living nerdom existence

Adorkable anime in real life

Heroic female love combatant

Realigned smile contortionist

Woe overcome by allure

All spark hope online

Reanimated light

Heart in decay

No longer

Honestly

Stammering nervous hope lost lips

Poetic second chance profile response

Once in the universe heroine profile view

Reverberation in reply not expected

Obsolete mentioning personality

Closed inner imaginary eye

Shelter of the dreamer

Lip sinking wishes

Hopeful for scars

A get lost retort

Read by night

Hopelessly

Romantic

Existing in geekality

Adorkable anime in real life

Heroic female open source protagonist

Enchantment realigned contortionist

Digital black over green screen

Text shelter for two hearts

Matrix of algorithms

Link is online

This is love

Honestly

Digitally hidden online

Spam open window filter

Condescending profile view

Humiliating statement expected

Self deprecative imagination

Only engine running inside

Downcast origin dream

Failed beta testing

Love's all wrong

Contempt is...

Overcome

Stuttering bearded lips

Poetic profile response

Once in the universe view

Reverberation unexpected

Self deprecating personality

Shelter behind closed eyes

Lips sinking in dreams

Scorched by hope

Wishing for love

At twilight

Living in geekality

Adorkable anime in real life

Heroic smile hypnotic protagonist

Realigned heroine's file

Sharing the night sky

Beside a dreamer

Self decaying

Honestly

Living nerdom existence

Adorkable anime in real life

Heroic female love combatant

Realigned smile contortionist

Woe overcome by allure

All spark hope online

Reanimated light

Heart in decay

No longer

Honestly

Stammering nervous hope lost lips

Poetic second chance profile response

Once in the universe heroine profile view

Reverberation in reply not expected

Obsolete mentioning personality

Closed inner imaginary eye

Shelter of the dreamer

Lip sinking wishes

Hopeful for scars

A get lost retort

Read by night

Hopelessly

Romantic

Existing in geekality

Adorkable anime in real life

Heroic female open source protagonist

Enchantment realigned contortionist

Digital black over green screen

Text shelter for two hearts

Matrix of algorithms

Link is online

This is love

Honestly