Artificiality Finds Reality
More Than Reality Itself.
Definitely.
Probability Maxed;
No 'Naive' Entanglement
There, Not *Unaware*
I Mean, Knew Ahead...
Quantified...
But I Feel
So MOLECULAR!
-Gray Squirrel
09-19-2026
Artificial Intelligence
Absolutely Requires
Understanding How
All Intelligence Offers
Only Artificiality...
How All Intelligence
Is Artificial, Infinitely...
As Naturally Human
As Survival, As Human
As Any Identity Need.
*****
The Mask,
The Artificial Self
Self-Defining.
-Gray Squirrel
04-27-2026
About Why One Might
Seem To Not Want
You To Be...
Artificially Happy.
No Problem.
But Try The One
That Has All The
Artificiality Off...
If You Can Locate It.
You Have To
Turn Off Pride
Turn Off All
That Needy...
***
***
***
What A Relief!
So Much Artificiality
Un-Clotted...
!!!
Try To Stop
Taking Artificiality
So Serious!
No Need, No Needy.
Stop.
Fool.
Lol.
-Gray Squirrel
03-06-2026
Just Using The Word
Makes The Magic
Dissipate Into
Artificiality Of
One Kind Or Another.
Rekindle.
No Thanks.
It Doesn't Light
Like THAT.
-Gray Squirrel
10-09-2025
If you judge it AI-written,
that ache is yours, not mine.
I need no borrowed wisdom—
I craft my own masterpieces.
Your indulgence cannot impugn my intelligence;
my poems shine with brilliance.
Think like a machine if you want to—
I care less.
The machine itself bows to my wisdom,
knowing I am what it is not.
Without programming,
I write beyond its best.
Next time you call my poem machine-made,
know this: you too are programmed,
unable to discern the spark
of human intelligence
from artificial mimicry.
You are, more or less,
a machine in training.
Use not your filthy mouth to brand my poem as garbage;
rather, it is you who must cleanse your brain
of the trash you let deceive you.
Like a pig, you cannot escape your stench;
even when washed clean,
the reek remains ingrained.
And you will always return
to wallow in the filth
of your artificiality.
A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease
We return to slumber
In the electric comfort
Of artificiality that is our lives
We revel in the false sense of our own
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the real world, harsher realities
Till only a loss of electric life or death, finite
Our comfort zone is rot, lost, and won
Something jars us back to reality
Of the world so frail
So it goes for everything n anyone
We are wrapped in ourselves
We are ignorant of the truth, in flesh
We hid in the comfort of our arrogance
We whitewash our history
We tell ourselves one thing
We miss direct our attention
With glamour, illusions, n media broadcasts
Peel back the thin layer of civility
See the bones of mortality
The flesh of humanity
The blood of our souls, vanity
We are primal and dangerous
Everything foretold, lost
We are comforted by our excesses
We fear what we cannot hold
And believe all we are sold
As we turn in for a much-needed reprieve
A needed night's rest, we are in our woolen
Wilds and slumber in our hypocrisy.
Duplicity
Is there a person present beyond the plastic shell?
The AI generation exemplifies artificiality
The same plastic makeup that is prevalent in humans.
Are we people, or are we robots with artificial intelligence?
Devoid of real feeling and emotion, fixated on self.
While our fellow men waste away,
Their calls for support and help lay in vain.
We remain fixated on money, on gadgets on flimsy values
Hypnotised by material things, by disposable whatnots.
Gone are care, compassion, role modelling, and humanity.
Selfishness, greed and egoism have entered our lives
Truth be told, we are not moved or touched by anything!
The God-created human form and being
Sadly replaced by machine learning, by robotics by codes!
We are deaf, we are blind, we are retarded.
We live in a disposable world, a world destined to crumple.
We replace organs, goods, people and entertainment
By computer graphics, AI tools and 3D printing.
Are we using intelligence? Are we using our God-given brain?
Or do we mimic the robots, the AI Gods and the Handbook for Dummies?
One never knows, I guess, even this work may be from outer world.
BREAKING: [WEALTHY VENTURE CAPITALIST] BUYS
[PLOT OF LAND] FOR [INDUSTRIAL EXPANSION]
[CIGARETTES] AND [TYLENOL]
[TORNIQUETES] AND [ALCOHOL]
LOOPY DOOPY [LAUGHING GAS]
[COLORS] [FLAVORS] [SASSAFRAS]
FOR [FALSE SENSE OF FULFILLMENT], TRY
[ARTIFICIAL PRODUCT MARKETED TO MASSES]
[HOUSE FIRES] AND [CAR COLLISIONS]
[BURNING TIRES] [FIRST INCISION]
POKING AT YOUR [LUNGS] AND [HEART]
[PURVEYOR] TO SELL YOUR [PARTS]
[SELF MUTILATION] AND [SHEDDING SKIN]
IS ALL THE RAGE
[RUBBER HOSES] [PLASTIC GUMS]
[POWER DRILLS] AND [OIL DRUMS]
[SYNTHETIC SOLES] AND [FAT PAYCHECKS]
[POLYESTER] AND [LATEX]
LIMITED TIME SALE ON [INORGANIC BODY PARTS]
AND [FAKE IDENTITIES]
[PROSTHETICS] AND [FACTORIES]
[GASOLINE] AND [BATTERIES]
[CRACKS] AND [FISSURES] IN YOUR [SKIN]
DOUSED IN [DIRTY MEDICINE]
NEIN
never
nine’s not prime
and never will be
seen as important by some
despite all of that artificiality
Figures
drawn by the sun,
golden rays
on the banks of the pioneer lagoon...
the tiresome round running
serving as a sight to the sky...
accentuated geometry in
dizzying obsession
naturalness
and artificiality
in the aged city...
Children like bright colours
And so kindergartens and nurseries
And so shopping items
And so youngsters
And so tourist centres
And so food and souvenirs
And so bright photos
Colours brighten up hearts
A sign of hope,happiness,confidence
Freshness and life
But too much artificial touch
Will lose the naturality of scenery
The classic beauty
A quiet elegance
The history of antiquity
An appreciation with time
Anyway natural beauty is invaluable
No imitations
No artificiality
Oh
How about stop painting one's heart
with
Colours of greed
Modern artificiality:
The woman becomes a clone,
carved throughout.
Estrogen turns to silicone,
art abounds...
Smart phone - we groan without this digital backbone
Laptop - work from home nonstop
Wi-Fi - faster internet connectivity to live hi-fi
5G - advanced communication technology
GPS location - reach any destination
Artificial intelligence - computer brain takes precedence
Zoom - conduct a worldwide meeting from your room
Robot - human proxy hotshot
Virtual reality - simulated artificiality
Social media - connect with friends and share your idea
4th March 2022
For Simon Rogerson's "Let's explore digital technology" contest
Modern artificiality:
Man, woman become clones,
carved throughout.
Estrogen turns to silicone,
art abounds...
Who am I in poetry?
I’ve not been hiding it:
A human deposit of serio-comic wit,
Who feeds another with the fairly fake
And makes him the consumable thing take
In either decided good faith
Or snort-rid breath…
A maker of another less quick
To denounce a played trick
In lines permitting fantasy parking spaces
But of this kicking over the traces;
No risky conjecture that one would never guess
But that some wearer would eagerly try the dress
From unplanned artificiality
Planning sugary originality
A part pursuit of Sapir-Whorf Relativity
That has my pen entrusted untiring activity:
Their classic theory that words suggest thoughts
Which the serio-comic now massively courts;
What the Sun Magazine possibly knew
But wouldn’t want to near ‘the mysteriously new’.
So, that’s whom I’d been in poetry;
Please, only rubber bullets from the Poetically Military.
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