Best Rewire Poems
Detached - Even Circuits Hum
A Music Video
As twilight turns to tangled thought,
and truth tiptoes down trembling streets.
Once, wonder serenaded willowed winds
now shadows embrace muted retreats
Wary hearts weave walls so wide
against a faceless, coded tide,
while glowing grids in distant bays
bloom haunting weaves they won't embrace
Dualistic stars and digital dawns
Cinematic cradles human ache,
but some still long for candle flames,
and fingerprints the codes can't fake.
Dreading the hushed holograms,
the warmth that AI cannot wear.
Forgetting that even circuits hum
with aspirations hidden there
If only we could sense serenity
Pulsing between each quiet stream—
Machine or muse, to earnestly strive
for something more than just a dream
We could wildly dance on data plains,
where algorithms tap like rain.
let compassion code our names,
and poetic lines rewire the pain.
The muse may wear a mirrored face
But still, she sings with glowing grace.
When the talented digital artist AIMetamotion approached me to create a song that would complement her stunning artwork, I was immediately inspired. The result is 'Detached', a haunting track that tells the story of a robot grappling with the overwhelming flood of emotions brought on by a sensory chip—a concept not so far-fetched, given the rapid advancements in AI technology.
Though she sings her ironically titled anthem of detachment, the visuals tell a different story. Her struggle is evident, her resistance almost poetic, hinting at the complexity of emotion even in synthetic form.
This is just the beginning. A sequel is already in the works, diving deeper into her journey. The question remains: will she finally succumb to the surge of feelings she desperately tries to reject, or will she find a way to break free?
Stay tuned...
On Friendship
To silently support and hold your belief
To hold you up when you are consumed by grief
To embrace you for all of your idiosyncratic forms
To exist with you beyond the societal norms
To be born of love and kindness and grace
To know every line on your beautiful face
To walk beside you over the passage of time
To defend you with valour against any crime
To believe in your tears as much as your smiles
To conceive all of your fears and uniqueness of styles
To hold your position when you’re too weak to stand
To live with you through the poverty and the grand
To scale the heights of your profound achievements
To stand up for what’s right in the aftermath of bereavement
To go into battle for the honor of your name
To embrace you unconditionally through the anonymity and fame
To understand your intrinsic emotional complexities
To encourage you on your craft, work and dexterity
To elevate you beyond your best version of your self
To come and save you when you’re in poor health
To allow you the freedom to express your true soul
To endure the shared process of what it means to grow old
To support you on whatever opinion you take on
To not transparently agree with you, especially when you’re wrong
To hold you accountable for what’s true and what’s right
To accompany you through the dark lonely night
To give you the comfort you need in a storm
To listen to your advice when you advise me and warn
To grant your perspective credence and intellectual weight
To have your back in a fierce debate
To give you insight when you’re faced with troubles
To always tell you the truth even if it bursts your bubble
To give our friendship the space to become a sacred bond
To help you find justice when you feel you have been wronged
To encourage your depth and your true voice to flow
To allow you to exceed beyond what you already know
To inspire your courage to bravely stand tall
To rewire your progress and retrieve you from the fall
To give you the unconditional comfort of a true friend
Who will remain by your side until our time on earth comes to an end
The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
Baby I'll show you how out there is my care...
Waiting for the peak,
and swimming for the peace,
we will own our own home-
in the universe there is room,
come with me,
I am a shot in the dark,
white teeth,
and the buzzing of bees,
open your heart to me...
Open it on time,
we will gyrate and shine.
Because now you're mine!
In time we can rewire an empire-
show up in the mesmeric fire,
because,
it is us...
It is the fine,
it is the trust...
We will show up and will our must,
because because,
you are beautiful!
You can be beautiful...
My outspoken love.
Who knows what she thinks?
With a carryon in the bong,
we can all feel a fawn-
an elf or even a lawn,
choreograph the Kong,
won-ton the Chong...
We can all get along,
but with a wrong,
we can’t rewrite the-
without a face we can’t despite against ya.
In an ace there is a heightened –ah?
Like color of lace,
it's a mighty puck,
where it goes is the fight in ya.
With the case of the buyers luck-
the liars had struck the mired guck,
But why must they fire at all of ya?
If I’m inspired,
i’d hire ya,
rewire ta-
bake a higher ****!
Get by or duck!
Ever seen god tired?
he’d leave ya admired,
never forgets it’s the bean stock,
that makes a flock,
and its a shame to spot,
with your fingers,
fibers-
or even your hot,
so why with-stand when tomorrow is starin’ at ya?
Its gods hand that is in the pocket lock,
sheep talk,
or even a reed walk...
Hatein' it in a state of fleeing,
strumming or heating-
blind or not the eye’s are still teeming,
so common common-man get down,
that frown isn’t appealing…
Get yourself a crowd and put a sheet on the bleeding!
Sgt. Bedlam of heavy artillery reporting sir
Bedlam I want you to pick the runt of the litter
and turn him into an agent assassin
with the clandestine power of hypnotism
yes Generalissimo I am here to obey
decked out like a burlesque revue warlord
his Mauser cigar lighter on his belt
a curlicue mustache and a pie tin helmet
Opal his opium fiend gun moll squirming in his lap
was our Generalissimo
Bedlam weighed the coming abrasions
concluded we are our scars and furthermore
if adaptation is survival so is parasitism
cleared his throat noisily and bowed an exit
later that fate laden candle lit night
he made a deep study of his globes and charts
Europa Asia Oceana the Steppes the Savannah
the Scorched Hills of Malibu
a map addict re-educated in the cleanup of '89
his bell-shaped curve insisted love me
server and served a beautiful thing
if one enjoyed giant jungle arachnids and leeches
and centipedes that crawl up your butt
to lay millions of eggs when you sleep
where the laws of physics become
a tumbling burbling retinal stew
geysering steam and sulfur and mud and
where was I oh yah
yet a thing of beauty was Opal to Bedlam
he heard scratching and purring at the door
it was she incognito in an iguana skin
we must escape this hideous circus of shame
she coo coo rooed as her tongue dove into
the holy fissure in his brain
and he threw caution to the feral hogs
forgetting good posture he oozed upon Opal
I bet you think you make your own decisions
she cloyed and again he tossed caution
into a cauldron of grunting mammalian rut
for several hours perhaps the entire weekend
it's easy to rewire a human
you just give them a little epiphany
and bingo ownership
his hypnotic gambit paid off in ducats
the Generalissimo slept like a corpse
the pet centipedes concluded their labors
his ex-kingdom rejoiced at their new liberty
and that's anarchy for ya
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Give Me A Change of Heart [Prayer]
“4 Or do you despise the riches of His goodness, forbearance, and longsuffering, not knowing that the goodness of God leads you to repentance? 5 But in accordance with your hardness and your impenitent heart you are treasuring up for yourself wrath in the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God, 6 who “will render to each one according to his deeds”. 7 eternal life to those who by patient continuance in doing good seek for glory, honor, and immortality;" Romans 2:4-7 NKJV
Give Me A Change of Heart, Lord;
Don’t break me off and toss me away.
Your goodness leads me to repentance;
The only possible way.
I seek your glory, honor and immortality;
Eternal life that comes from your throne.
I need you to exalt yourself through me;
I am completely unworthy and unknown.
Give Me A Change of Heart, Lord
For I cannot make the change.
Only you can rewire my heart, Lord
And my dual brains rearrange.
Grant me forgiveness of sins, Lord;
Cause me to cooperate with your Spirit.
I can do nothing without you;
Total dependence, I’m quick to admit.
Give Me A Change of Heart, Lord,
So that I long to serve you.
Take away all self-serving,
And the plans I had in view.
Replace them with your plans, Lord,
And make your plans my own.
I wish to represent you fully,
And your glorious, heavenly throne.
Give Me A Change of Heart, Lord,
So I relinquish my sinful nature.
Put to death the misdeeds of my body;
Align my will with yours in the future.
I cannot change the color of my skin,
Nor can the leopard change its spots,
But you can change my heart, Lord—
Make me one of your own true zealots!
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
In a world terrifying
One must make oneself hard
Because if you speak honestly
You will be feathered and tarred
To avoid heresy seekers
You willingly commit sin
Thus every time it's possible
You purposely harden your skin
Time inevitably passes
You feel strong to the core
And all you had to sacrifice
To feel nothing anymore
And that childhood honesty
That warned you of danger
Are now the strangest memories
Of some far away stranger
And those twinges of regret
As if you have lied
Are purged from your thoughts
Because you have arrived
You hear the clank of metal
As they run a diagnostics
It's an exoskeleton upgrade
As they rewire your fiber optics
16.12.2015
Part 2
Call me a consciousness conspiracy theorist but wise,
I dig out many lies while being surprised,
So I rewire with the motivation of desire,
Cause I want the rest!!!
As I try my heart felt best,
I'm feeling this all as a test,
I digest and invest in systems with high probabilities,
Ya see,
These so called truths are hard to prove, they’re possibilities,
Do you read my words? nah ya tee me up like an unaware referee,
Technical just like subliminal messages waged and played through,
Dirty deeds, these weeds don't please me and cause me to leave,
But how do we leave and ignore all these tricks,
They stick like Hollywood flicks,
Dam are we all just part of the matrix,
I'll be here always deciphering all the programming real quick,
Those that are ramming all the information bits,
That are used with a strategic hit and destroy the spiritual unfit,
Using Reserve money from scumbags with fat tragic stacks,
Of physical magic cause were all trapped into it,
Feeding it with sick minds believing we need it,
Then we go and invest in it so you become it,
But I rather find wise words and dip them in Chrome,
So they reflect light shining bright off the top of the dome,
A word narrator warrior roaming on a journey to conquer,
The lures roots turning our experience to ignorance quicker,
Looking once, looking twice, taking inner advice, I slice and dice,
So concise as I turn the tables, unable to continue in a unstable fable,
Rising up, and on the attack, so turn the tables to our capabilities,
Quincy Mac always coming with steez with words like these,
Using feasible tweezers that can see.....so,
I remove the splinters mindfully,
Officially and always peacefully,
My my……….. As life fly’s by,
Don’t deny the mind,
Or the third eye.
Quincy Mac
date written: 16.12.2015
Come take a walk in the tombs with me,
go on a little late night graveyard stroll,
Let the vampire wing full moon silhouette
overshadow us in the chilly October rain
Let me kiss your pale cadaver lips in the cold,
pick a few dying flowers, violets-do-forget
Make you remember the harshest jolt pain,
as you try to avoid your laboratory cloned destiny
No monster truly ever have wistful regret,
tears on the tracks of an oncoming train
Pride of life is such a vexing cemetery mystery,
reaper of souls need only to vanguard thoughts bold
Lovers of temporary pleasures breathe insane,
should Herr Doktor rewire your internal history?
But all of the replacement parts have been sold,
and your frayed insulation is starting to get very wet
Let me cover you with a warm shroud of circuit certainty,
bring you back into the dank dungeon gallows fold
The touch of electricity should amplify your sweat,
energize the dirt maggots crawling in your brain
Come take a walk in the tombs with me,
lets re-animate and lose the fear of zombie release
Take baby steps back to the petri dish reset
Any one other than me will run from your ghoul pain,
only another like you can hold the metallic poles
Walk with me, as we both half-life decay old
Walk darkly thru the catacomb tombs with me,
let the Lycanthrope beast within lose control
Walk with me to the lowest nether crypt degree
I could put a robot to disgrace,
Not a part of me that hasn't been,
Stitched,
Fused,
Wired,
Or replaced!
Now the next thing to do,
Is rewire my brain.
My granddaughters' puts mine to shame!
Perhaps an IQ or two,
Stuffed into an ear.
Oh my!
Watch out!
The hearing aid is in there!
I know the AI's are all about,
Perhaps we could find a used one,
With less mileage,
And I could switch out!
I want to take a scalpel
And surgically remove countenance
I want to fire a chainsaw
And massacre fast food consciousness
Sever and slash rinky dink rememberance
If you want to honor the dead
Let's go dance on gravestones
Not forgetting the bodies lost in Vietnam jungles
I want to take a hatchet
And slice clean modern education
Remove all doubt
That this is not what knowledge is about
More to the point
Let's cut the electricity
Rewire the main hardware
Start over and begin from the beginning
Before Genesis colonized the mind
When pure babies lay in savannahs
And a bastion laid before our hands
Suddenly became awake
Oh, how I’d like to forget, walkin in with you on the bed.
You appeared to me as though you were asleep,
But little did I know you were already deceased.
Never seen you the night before, was scared I’d get beat,
to avoid you yelling at me, and trying to keep the peace.
I wish I could forget those memories,
They're burned in my brain and still in my dreams.
If I could have just one wish for me,
I'd wish for just one day that you could be here with me.
Even though according to you I was a disappointment,
I wonder if I was also your regret.
I always let you down, everything was my fault,
I said and meant that I was sorry, and yet it never stopped.
If only... If only... I could rewire my brain,
And forget all the memories that cause me pain.
Because of you I have this fear,
I want to be angry but I end up scared.
Apart of me always wanted to say “F-off,”
Even though I love you and miss you a lot.
When you died I never had the chance to stand up to you to say things I needed to say,
I still have a lot of pent up anger and pain.
And this bottle inside me is about to break.
How dare you leave us when you did!
Did you know that it was going to happen?
Why did you keep so many secrets from dad and me?
Why this way, did it have to be?
I want to be angry.... but I just cant,
You made me stronger, yet gave me half a chance.
No more.... Fore I'll get carried away,
So at peace... I hope you are and will stay.
When a person retires
It's time to rewire
The first thing to do?
Break your clock in two
No more 'early,' no more 'late'
No train to catch, no bus for to wait
And when you no longer obsess about time
For Pete's sake, stop counting every last dime
Go ahead, sport, enjoy spending your money
Your grandkids will love you, and so will your honey
Now just follow these tips exactly as written
~ And an early grave is what you will sit in
November 07, 2020
Completely Your Choice (39) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Didn't walk five miles per hour this morning
Barely three
For little more than two
Slow enough to feel the sun
Touch me
Through tall tree shadows
Stretched over the trail
Slow enough to feel
Loved and protected
So, why doesn't everyone
Old man on a Harley
At the trail crossing
Too tough to smile, good day
Like I did, when I stopped for him
Motorcycles, guns and trucks
Don't compensate
For what it takes to be a man
And that's what she was trying to say
About the masculine energy
Being all she felt
I stop to watch a woodpecker
Banging his head against an ancient tree
Sigh
I see Jewel singing at Woodstock 1999
"Who will save your soul
If you won't..."
And that's just it
You won't
I ponder what heals
Just being here
In the North Country
So easy
You don't even have to water your lawn
And the Black River is big and loud
But gentle as a dove
At the end of the path
Leading down to its shore
Beach gravel crunches
It spreads wide and runs still here
Across the water a lone fisherman
In a yellow boat
I'd like to be him
Always found comfort here
If I am here
Not just passing through
As I most often do
I might need a hit of acid
Once in a blue moon
To rewire my brain
Around the guilt, loss, and shame
But listening to rivers, trees, birds and sunshine
Usually heals whatever hurts
Why not everyone
We can only wish
She was right about the energy
We can all be in tune
If we just--will
There are trails where I live
That soothe the soul
Lost and forgotten
Guess I had to come here
To find them
Sigh
Not another word!
Keep those thoughts caged, zip it.
Or regret it later..
So what if it's bothering you?
Bear it patiently.
Embrace the undying power of silence.
Is it hard to suppress and stay quiet?
Bad news - You gotta stay hush anyway.
Good news - You must be used to it now.
Regardless, button your lips!
Bury the past.
So what if they hurt you?
Forget it, let it go.
Everybody makes mistakes.
Not you, though!
You're strictly disallowed to screw up.
Strike one, and it's over!
You don't get another chance.
One mishap erases a hundred days of companionship.
Forgive and forget? Sounds easy.
Not too easy for them to do, though.
Don't you dare get emotional!
It only makes you weak and immature.
No matter how bravely you fight your troubles.
You don't like being labeled too sensitive right?
And well, no one likes being misunderstood.
Or do you?
So just pipe down!
Stop raising concerns.
And don't you dare prioritize yourself!
Respect the difference of perception.
Even if it goes against every fact.
Just keep nodding.
Agreement is key!
Not a single frown on that forehead.
No expressions on that cinematic face.
Show them some empathy.
So what if you're getting the cold shoulder?
Your feelings don't matter.
They know everything, they're well aware.
They've just forbidden their heart from accepting love.
And there's nothing you can do to rewire their mind.
So why bother explaining why you do what you do?
Why try proving your intentions are selflessly pure?
Why risk your self respect and that fragile bond?
Why long to get understood and make it a two-way street?
Why hope to have your affection recognized and felt?
The sad reality's that it is what it is.