andrew mitchell : Writing

To play the myth

To play the myth

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Playing God is not just a job it's speaking mythologically.
It follows suit

It follows suit

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One can only wonder if artificial intelligence will make man a God being the father, and or creator.
In man’s race to perfection

In man’s race to perfection

A Poem by andrew mitchell


God created man in his own image, and man created artificial intelligence in his .. that will ultimately destroy him. It’s perfection ..
It really is a hit and a miss to get here

It really is a hit and a miss to get here

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life is sexually transmitted, and our existence of being you and me is one in one trillion for our DNA to be entangled and presented to the worl..
So there

So there

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I was told to go there so there, but not over there, and there it is so there there.
For the record states

For the record states

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The sun shines on the dark side light permitting within the shadows one keeps from oneself.
The dynamics of wings parting

The dynamics of wings parting

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Within the globe our wings fly unearthed love cocooned emerges a feather in the wind tickles the force moving within the pages filled from he..
The long and short of it all

The long and short of it all

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Better to have loved a short than to have never loved a tall.
On the infinite scale of being

On the infinite scale of being

A Poem by andrew mitchell


If we all followed in God's footsteps we'd all be invisible. Life is for living.
For all eternity

For all eternity

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Don’t get carried away with a beginning because it comes with an end.