Cyborg Poems

TRIUMPH PENDING

The future - present in the past...
Travellers of time persisting.
Duality - a duel of vast...
In two with missions existing.

Cyborg out for termination.
Determination - soldier sent
Whose purpose lies in salvation...
Proposal - killing to prevent.

Their race to outdo the other...
Success in mission completion.
Fate destined for one another
On a rampage of depletion.

An unsuspecting subject lies
In wait - oblivious

A Theistic Cyborg, Part II

Little gods inside my heart 
     where pumping blood is an art. 

 With a mind of their own 
     doth these gods call me home. 

 Little gods with golden hair and a quantum halo 
     perform their task with utmost care

A Gnostic Cyborg

Little men inside my skull
      run machines that make me whole.

Trapped within the storage bond
      of neuron chem and thoughts beyond.

Little men with pencil hair
      program charts for pain and chair.

Neuron cranes moving protons
      up

Teenage Cyborg

               With cybernetic grace and audacious flare,
the undaunted one, I shall dare.
I am a badass-cyborg teenage drama queen, girl, both human and machine,
a fusion of strength, and a whole new dream, world!

In every bolt, I am a hero, perfect stranger, 
echo

The Cavern of Sophia

Salvation of hollow-burrow, spaceful for life,
hiding and appearing engaged that day.
Seven Sleepers, unwanted companions,
pardoners, neither demigod-cyborg nor god.
Peaceful in retreat of folding nocturnal-diurnal.
Contemplation bleached the sinners,
restraining lust, abstinence for circular bell tolls.

The Cavern's Sleepers,
Sophia of hibernation,
tapa Barata.

The Pepperman In a Cyborg World

I OPENED A DOOR
AND FOUND MYSELF
IN FRIENDLY SURROUNDINGS.
QUITE DIFFERENT FROM
OTHER ADVENTURES.

I WASN'T SO INVISIBLE OR
OR SHALL WE SAY UNSEEN.
I WAS NOT THE OBSERVER
THIS TIME AROUND OR WAS I.

IN FACT THIS ADVENTURE
WAS PECULIAR IN A WAY.
I WAS WITH TWO, 
SUPPOSEDLY FRIENDS. 
THAT WAS A FIRST.

THE THREE OF US WERE 
CHALLENGED TO ANSWER
ALL THE QUESTIONS FOR 
A

Cyborg

The morph to cyborg is a devolution for mankind

Lost In Cyborg Eyes

Focus ...

          A look, stabbing

      Black photons, bounding

   Penetrating far beyond the ultraviolet

 Every fissionable fragment on the edge of a cosmic climax

As shapes in protein chains form along the ordinate

 Sliding into a charged maelstrom of iridescence

 

The Cyborg

Raindrops keep falling on my head
Long after I think I am dead;
With a chest of iron and legs of steel,
I have a body I just can’t kill.
Rain drops cover the gut in the bin,
And I am powered by a motor within.
Far cheaper than a positronic brain,
Is a ‘borg with a mind hazed by pain.
When the

Frankenstein's Cyborg

Frankenstein‘s Cyborg.



R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Heavy Metal Music.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Frankenstein’s Cyborg.


My robo-tic child, 
My favor-ite cyborg, yeah.
My robo-tic child, 
I’m the reason you were born.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
God

Cyborg Sleep

Cyborg Sleep

An image of a man stands serene against the rock cold wall
Vigilant eyes study the distant city
Elongated and curved shapes form in his mechanical mind
Only nature there to sense it’s out of place motions
The cybernetic organism, alien life
Coming to life on the barren world
A living machine, automaton, a time sentinel 
Built with purpose
Watches with

Cyborg Cub, Heads Or Tails Comp

My curvy bouncy young mum bump
Of  unjoy pump by punk guy jump 
You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow
My ovum mock your wrong grown coup
Go mourn by of onyx orgy you grow 

From  crummy  mob of  gory cum you bourn
No cub run cry mummy for you my young

Cyborg Dogs

In a desperate world
Where man is hated
This fur clad woman
Her cyborg pack created

Silvered dogs
Mechanical teeth
Squatting like humans
Engineered breed

She stands there proud
Holding her sword of MacBeth
Forwarding her packs
To hunt for death

The earth now barren
Stripped and bare
Skulls and bones
Lie everywhere

Even the sky
Refuses to come out at night
Even the sun
Refuses to burn bright

This once beautiful planet
Now rancid and

Cyborg

(This is a fictional poem)

Three years ago I was shot five times by a robber in a convenience store.
My brain was removed from my dying body and I'm not a man anymore.
Surgeons put my brain in a robotic shell.
A lot of people think it's neat to be like Robocop but I think it's hell.
Now I

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