Police will work for the government, not the community.
They will stalk the homeless, be merciless mercenaries, entrepreneur, agents provocateur.
Women will be bought and sold. Even some of the married ones.
Fissures will line the roads from sinkholes and earthquakes. Walking, driving anywhere will be a hazard.
There will be businesses and homeless street business.
Info and dirty deeds, sold.
Cannibal diners will be the nouveau, patrons will be the next course.
Cyborgs, cybernetics and children will learn to be street savvy.
The Hunger Games will be real.
Running Man will be real.
Prostitution will be done in the open.
Haters of Christians will be narks, in charge.
Satanic priests will be their dignitaries and lords.
Everything you do will be tracked.
Groups will be punished
Non Government sanctioned Militias will be outlawed.
They will no longer hide that Google is a government agent.
Bibles will be considered hate speech propaganda.
Poetry will be filtered through the Government, like the News is.
scientists claim climate change is inevitable
the world is changing
way too fast
and some can't handle the strain
the entitled millennial me generation
are sculpting society
embracing artificial intelligence
and cybernetics in their pursuit of immortality
naive sheep put their trust in smiling shearers
way too fast
I'm amazed at the gullibility of people today
they are so easily led
what is so woke with saying please and thank you
instead of shoving your phone in someone's face
and claiming that it's your right
per freedom of speech
fully protected by the constitution
society is crumbling
frozen glaciers are melting
way too fast
and there is nothing we can do about it
that option is no longer on the table
the future is happening before our eyes
and yet, being solely focused on today
we are blind to it
but that doesn't mean that it's not affecting us
it's all happening
way too fast
In what way will we understand this?
Dopamine candy, groping, stoking doses
Fully arousing in deepest clarity.
Circular selves,
Porous places in and out,
Echo and shout.
Interior spaces
Glowing, fading traces.
Some scary faces,
Some easy embraces.
Liquid, feedback lucid looping,
Temporal and psychic standing,
And stooping, regrouping.
Ordered by silent commanding.
But no one is demanding.
Observer and possessor,
Obsessor and transgressor,
Cybernetic controls,
Systems in parallel.
entangling pacing realms,
quantum ghosts in pell-mell.
Wonder is never childish enough
Until it is sufficiently old.
What lives and deaths
Must be breathed and passed?
In what way will we understand this?
Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build.
Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate,
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines.
Magician of genius,
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process,
Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles of equations,
Build this new cybernetics!
Nemesis are the rivals of each creationists.
Mechanics are our homepage.
DON’T YOU LOVE COMPUTERS
Don’t you just love computers?
That thing
With motherboard and mouse,
Supposed to be a revelation
Going to revolutionize,
In the wider scheme of things
‘Twas said not in haste
Or spoken about in jest,
That thing
With graphic card and floppy disc
Was going to make our lives
Much simpler,
Quicker all round
They said at the start
Or was it in the beginning?
That thing
With memory stick and modem,
Was going to refine
And redesign,
The way we were going to live
At work, rest and play
That thing
With monitor and keyboard,
What they didn’t tell us
Or even inform us unsuspecting folks,
Was about a place called cyberspace
Where Cybernetics plays
This has had a profound effect
Of completely stuffing up your life
When your computer’s information
Suddenly goes walk-about,
Up there, here there or anywhere
Then don’t you just love a computer?
Francis Cooper – Mac ©
The age of the
Cybernetic soldier
How long will it be
Till human troops aren’t
A necessity
Set those keys to pounding.
With astute and clever thoughts.
Get the keyboard’s humming,
Through words, commas, dots.
Poetry Soup starts blooming,
With life, love and will.
Sailing through cybernetics,
Right through Poetry-ville.
In the cyber fam’ly,
Friends both new and old,
Fellow writers and poets
Have stories to be told.
A certain camaraderie,
Cherished membership thrives.
Having common purposes,
With singles, husbands, wives.
Poetry styles and types,
All subjects under the sun.
Challenge the gifted poets,
Admittedly for fun.
The sky is the limit;
Reach out near and far.
You can, in cybernetics,
Hang your image on a star.
—James E. Tate, 2016
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