I write to the minds of naive
Honors of boring bathe
Less understanding than homage
Exactly exceptions students
Lackey of Britain
None request competent understanding
For my illusive quill, as Elizabethian
Mastering forms above fragile die
Pleasing peasants groveling
Yes again I am thus of betters
Swelling satisfaction
American Irish Jazz Women
Nubility afar
Daring silence
Squandered Scottish flem
Welfare is costly to my crown
God scattered them
Civilization began
Government began.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands
Laughing at things as the world pass us by.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Writing us messages that have no bloodline.
Although black oil runs in our veins like water of vegetation
There is a sunstroke in our land.
We dream of cassava songs in the market
We dream of an open vehicle that could bear the tiredness of our souls but we are at the verge of things.
Our chairmen our flag bearers of fences
Translators of black dreams with European mirror.
The white house is open for destitutes, kindred of destitutes that are china in African sun.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again and there is a sunstroke in our land
The scorching heat is against banana groves.
Look and see children on a hungry march in the metallic road.
AI is the ultimate plagiarist
mimicking patterns in human devised data.
Its models needs training on high quality data,
billions and billions of bits and bytes
of high-quality human derived thoughts and information.
But, AI output, with its hallucinations and flaws,
now has begun to flood into the data sources themselves.
Just like inbreeding,
the training becomes regurgitative,
feeding off its own output recycled.
With no way to tell the difference
between original and AI derived stuff,
the models become dumber and dumber
as each model learns from the previous one.
Rehashing the trash, disgorging, re-eating its own sick.
AI is its own Tower of Babel, the omniscient fountain of all insight, capable of all and anything, is fundamentally flawed and inbred.
AI is destined to become a rabble,
a Babel babble, incoherent, useless flotsam and jetsam.
Do you believe in faith,
enough to have faith in your belief?
Do you know enough to know
that you do not know sufficient?
Do you listen or merely talk?
Are there really several radios on the table -
all saying different things?
Like you, from Babel?
Do you wish they would listen
and not babble brashly, brazenly?
You’re one of a couple?
Does the other one merely hear you?
Do you close your ears
but open your mouth?
A confusion of voices?
What a discombobulation!
(25 May 2024)
"A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.”
-Alexander Smith
Everyone is talking,
No one is listening,
It’s an ambience of confusion,
It’s an aura of commotion.
No one understands each other,
It’s a chaotic order,
Violence is brewing,
Appearances are misconstruing.
Words are spoken but not sunken in,
It’s a marvel that hadn’t been seen,
Melee pervades and invades,
Gloom comes in different shades.
We go our different ways,
It’s the rise of dark days,
We go in search of light,
A panacea to the fight.
April 5, 2024.
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Babel: “A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.” Alexander Smith
The preachers preach what they've been taught.
Reporters say what they’ve been told.
The politicians lie and lie.
I watch a tragedy unfold.
On social media I see
some folks who like to blog or play
while bullies bully; haters hate.
“Talk to the hand” they seem to say.
Mean twitters, memes and certain posts
use scalding words - an endless thread
scrolls down as if into a pit
where fire by sparks of hate is fed.
Opinions can be strong, but why
can’t some folks hear the other side -
with peace agree to disagree?
Yet fight they do and then collide.
Insanity is not just lurking.
Madness spits right in our faces
as many blab and jabber on,
heedless of the social graces.
Ears get clogged up; loose tongues flap.
See Babel’s Tower now so high!
We’ve come too far to still believe
that towers climb to touch the sky.
The fire raging underneath it,
spurred on by hate, crawls up each wall.
Violence will overtake us;
Then Babel’s Tower we’ll see fall.
"A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers." by Alexander Smith
Muscle. like beasts, humbled the virtue of humility
Each one showed as though each one was a ruler and not ruled.
Fight for fight's sake, like wild bulls, became the ability
Shouting, yelling, crying, and screaming, as dams got pooled.
Physical, psychic, logical, legal, and divine strength
Resurrected all together as though a lively being
To keep God away, they were ready to go to any length.
They didn't know that from their very selves they were fleeing.
Doesn't the Almighty know the frailty of his creatures?
Isn't a small spark enough to scatter these working bees?
He let them know their strengths and weaknesses in all features
The almighty's anger—who on earth could ever appease?
What else, except the noise of the empty vessels, can thrive?
Could any power except the divine power survive?
BABEL
It was a tower, built to avoid a second flood
Erected in Babylonia, that Nimrod planned
Using bricks made from sun-hardened mud
It was to deny the power of God’s own hand
But to a proud people it made so much sense
A famous tall building that appeared so grand
But the presumption caused God great offence
So made many languages that few understood
Such that no communication made them tense
A punishment inflicted on all as only God could
So peoples now couldn’t understand each other
As their reach for heaven was not seen as good
Dispersed nations and a new obedient priesthood
As in time, all may even repent, as they should
global social media - dialect of babel
Antibiotics
inventions for surgery
more effective and
renown – disinfectants
so germs are deadly affected,
yet disease and poverty
abound – we build our
towers ever higher
loftier into the ground
I've seen that face, I see in crowd
I know that new place, on arrival
I've felt all this familiarity
I know, I know this being
has all been there before.
Past lives, past sense,
past tense, become alive
in present tense,
evoked by the yearning
for context, meaning
in the empty void.
Build them wider, taller
let us reach for the sky
when we run out of bird's
we'll clip angels on the fly
90,000 lb. sperm whale
wandering, searching for
his misplaced tail...
but elite global outlets will
never fail....only us commoners
stuck in the dark, our vehicles
needing, only one gear~ Park!
Enchased in the tower
you speak all languages
I confused further dumb remain.
God had with his finest sensors
Picked the edifice and its sponsors,
Then surfaced to have it videoed.
What angels could have Him radioed!
God,all along Himself radar,
Knew what to do to Man's ladder
And bombs can throw to burst bladder...
Bur-no!-He is always father:
Should God not be man's guide rather?
Men should only sparsely gather,
Save in streams with soaps that lather
No exceptions—Blast Men's Cadre!
And so the Tower kissed Nadir...
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