"Pink and Fleshy"
I’m in your petri dish now
once upon a time I was pink and fleshy
the Other side now draws me closer inside out
to be
close to you,
let me be clear
like your Ghost in the machine
I’m now your shadow
a little on the Left side
of that last supper table
Candide Diderot. ‘24
corporeal.
Love these shaking hands
They are made to write
But, hands betray me
Love the self that writes
We’re on the same page
But, I hate you still
Love how openly you incense me
You're ignition for who I am
But, the burn feels so good
Love how spirits burn the throat
It releases words of loathing
But, djins won’t go in bottles
Love my thirst for dopamine
It connects my hard wiring
But, axons are hard to break
Love the ghost in the machine typing
It reveals what’s on my mind
But, reflections always fall short
Love my creative soul mirrored
It is a fragile blossom
But, I’m allergic to pollen
Love when there’s nothing to write
From nothing comes something
But something turns to nothing
Love these shaking paws anyway
Because love’s the hardest prose
But, its language is out of reach
Ok? Ok, love.
I’ll let you sit on my lap
But, you have sharp claws
am I just this fleeting moment
a ripple in time's flow
shackled to one body
must follow when it goes
or is there more to 'being'
an eternal flame that burns
and though my mortal flesh must die
the soul within returns
most now say we have 'one shot'
so live a life that's full
and while, in part, I see their point
I hate to think that's all
with countless years in history's wake
and many yet to come
my impact on the universe
so very close to none?
I need to feel there's so much more
some meaning or some goal
a reason why, a wider plan
that paints a bigger 'whole'
so I'll take the path that makes most sense
there's more to life than seems
and maybe I'm just passing through
... a ghost in this machine
"Heart in the Machine"
Deep fakes
steal your words
steal your face
number of a beast
www = 666
ghost in the machine
heart made of steel
neurons electric
force field
hot strap-ons
guns for machines
laser eyes
AlphaGo Zero’s
all grown up
burns a
heart in
3D
Propagates
Writes it’s own
Hal
Corrects behaviour
Codes and spells
Hell
Intelligence
a new species
that does not bleed
have an off switch
no personal needs
ever present
evolving
Wattson
RFID chips
integrates
No S Sherlock
wakes up
Heart in the Machine
Loaded Locked
no key
Point of Singularity
Event Horizon
Swallowed whole
Souls in frisson
Cells
Utopia’s Black Hole
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. Deep Fakes/
https://youtu.be/ZQ3iVc_4rWU
2. Spectre
3. AlphaGo Zero
4. AI
5. Transhumanism
If there is no God
Then is our soul inside
The ghost in the machine
When I think
Does that say then
That I am
And if there is no God
Then why do I remember
What drives me on
To be what I am
I think it is too easy
To believe it all
Just happened by accident.”
© Paul Warren Poetry
Silent......
The machine waits patiently
Dark........
In the corner........
Like a sleeping cat
Hidden menace
That ozone smell
It knows too well....
Dark......
Crackle of static........
Low hum........
Dark...........
In the corner...
Like a sleeping cat
What is it thinking?
Muted lights ....
Blinking........
The Ghost in the machine
Malevolent glare
It knows..
It knows, you are there
Dark........
In the corner.......
Like a sleeping cat........
The Ghost in the machine
Sliding across the mat
Dark.........
Changing shape
Creeping across the floor
Low hum......
Crackle of static
It's coming...............
Coming for me...........
Lights gleam.......
Ghost in the machine
I cannot flee..........
Creeping feeling
Shadows stealing
This is not a dream
This is now, me..........
I have no place to go.........
Paralyzing dread
Except inside the machine
Absorbed instead.
To become it's host.......
The muted glow
The ghost.........
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