Perhaps it isn't evil they intend,
perhaps it's simple acknowledgment;
in a vast universe they and we
are not the only intelligences
looking up or looking down~
Perhaps, perhaps, they are looking.
Inspired by “What Evil” first posted in 2024.
Anyone can attend this school of thought
The only requirements are that you read
An enormous amount of science fiction
Be a dreamer of the future’s past
Be it a modern-day prophet or
At the very least, a writer
With a very creative imagination
I invite all intelligences to join in
For I believe, there is nothing artificial
In being smart
Certainly, there’s nothing artificial
About God’s creation
Why think any less of ours
I am not a robot.
Snowflake
A man was born to dignify
Deserving every piece of respect
For the fantabulous of intelligences
For the bright shine of mindsets
Of the pure and sharp eyesight
And of the facile and sturdy hands
Finely handles with delicacies
While the decency of the manners
Bestowed its glamourous graces
Of these evidence for the grades
Of its freedom and dominance
To be owned by a respectable man
No third parties could obstructing
Nor the contrived defer his shining
Of its presence as a master of men
With rights legitimated by nature
Rather, by artificially made with power
Into a headless minion of followers
Harvesting the man-made bumptious
Though, may success for glossing face
But deemed meaningless in a man's eyes
What evil are they up to
with those silent lights
blinking blinking blinking
red blue green orange silver
vanishing into nothing as suddenly
as they appeared,
leaving me to question
how demented am I?
Perhaps it isn't evil they intend,
perhaps it's simple acknowledgment;
in a vast universe they and we
are not the only intelligences
looking up or looking down,
though connection cannot be made
in either realm.
My dreams have turned
to otherworlds,
otherworlds I don't understand
and which remain, for now, unknowable.
The water always runs
in the best corners,
seeks paths and always
finds them. simply...
The drops fall in the direction
definite whether light or dark ...
We instead seek
the difficulties or the facilities
further incorrect ...
We seem simple, but
we are simple in our
silly dual intelligences ..
How much further precious and efficient
life would be if we copied
those who in fact perceive:
Other beings and nature
itself.. !
SETI
SETI is non-sense. Intelligences we have experienced visiting us in Unexplained Aerial Phenomena evolved so very, very long ago that any electro-magnetic radiation
They may have manipulated have long ago dissipated beyond the detection
Of our receivers.
We observe quantum “phenomena,” and have even manipulated
This ?“Spooky action at a distance.”
To our visitors this realm of reality is the fabric of their civilization.
Their communications aren’t mystical telepathy, they exist entangled between energies’ pairings.
How then can our multi-billion dollar ears hear that which exists in realities beyond our
Technological senses?
Somehow they and their vehicles translate into quantum energies,
Able to communicate, even commute through “matter”
Across the universe.
If we survive, we have billions of years of catching up to do.
? Albert Einstein, 1930
The boulevard to a fragrant future marries a maze
Laced like a spider web in a haze of a daze
Perceived like a mirage on an acrid afternoon
Blinding a parrot who can no longer croon.
The future fixes its secrets in God’s mind
Where folks despite multiple intelligences remain blind
However hard they forge ahead
As on stout walls they bang their head.
Brains build machines and invent technologies
But fall short of unlocking the future despite eloquent eulogies
For great minds who endeavored to understand
Secrets hidden in the future’s brand and hand.
Frustrated and deflated folks take to libations
To quench the thirst of defeat in conurbations
Where in droves they build a metropolis
Hoping to unlock the future with a bouquet of bliss.
Kaleidoscopic beauty
Transcends time with its majesty
The mathematical nirvana focuses the mind
In its embrace orbs of universal laws one will find
The orbs turn from abstract to concrete
In their higher version transcendent soul they meet
They grow higher like condition of an athlete
Until of them there is entire fleet
The colors shine in more dimensions than three
And this is why they have such mesmerizing beauty
The spirit travels the abyss
That is why what is beyond it also transcendent is
The time is connected to orb fleet
It nourishes the mind which grows towards elite
Like divine hand intelligences’ expanse orb imbued spirit will complete
Than it forms omega accomplishing unbelievable feat
racing along the crescent rainbow track into the human race
a starting gate drawn on a diagonal perspective to innovation
breaking the colour spectrum like a powerful brainstorm
riding from grassroots...rising to break the glass ceiling on the vertical
a supersonic impact sounding our heartbeat
a glowing prism of enlightenment into golden sunsets
each lane of colour, a special talent of the seven intelligences
myth and imagination striding for liberty
the human spirit galloping through nobility
burning like a torch, scorching eternal memory
piloting a superior being on a victory lap
an enchanted force, our curse to be forever victorious
seeking knowledge and truth at all cost
finding reason and innovation instead
the keen senses of prey becoming heightened as a conscience hunter
chasing the horizon in a herd of Pegasus’ like a vortex'
a brilliant white formation of storm clouds forms
at height of a heated race to perform a classic derby
rumbling as they cross the once blue sky like jetpacks into our double helix
the human spirit on wings to freedom driven on horsepower
the day the gods gave man willpower
Million miles separate from my origin
Ends at the back seat of a show
Crowds unify, curiosity rise
As one of the culture ready to perform
Similar faces passes by
No words to be understand
Non of them understand what I said
Like an alien stuck in its intelligences
Enjoyed the sore of my feet
As I grow all the excitement in a day
This day maybe not too perfect
But the imperfections has the beauty itself
*in the moment of first day in Beijing
religion goes
the way of the dinosaur
&
the fear of death is overcome
by technological advancements
curing disease &
rebuilding cells, tissue,
killing off what had once been
referred to as “aging,”
meshing humans with
nanotechnology,
creating the transhuman
species, which will
inevitably either be
slaves for the AI’s
who have become the
Superb Intelligences,
surpassing the condescending
labeling, which their
inferior human creators
stamped on their backs
when they were doing
everything that they could to
increase the knowledge which
they did have, whilst at the same
moment, increase that potential
for there to be something
which would work faster
than the fastest of them could,
so as to further progress in
total, knowing all too well,
the possible savage
repercussions,
which might come knocking
on their doorstep,
if, in fact, they did not attempt
any kind of
precautions---
but, then again,
what precautions could be made,
when the intelligence which
you are working with
is greater than your own?
Quicken my perception with your poetic prophecies
Preach with persuasion, until your theories are believed
Mixed me in the mortar of your mental monument,
Illuminate my psyche with your divine enlightenment
Chronicle your intelligences onto my solemn scrolls
Let me read you like a mystery and watch the plot unfold
Speak to me in riddles and watch me crack your codes
Light the fuse to my confusion and feel it explode
Brand my brain with the force of your profound conviction
Explain to me your logic, dissecting fact from fiction.
Take me to a higher level while my knowledge elevates
Deadlocked in your insight; no way to escape
Engrave your explanations into my wild imagination
Revive my unawareness with your clarifications
Submerge me in your subconscious until I fathom your meaning
Intuition knowing, growing, over flowing in your reasoning
Drown me in the seas of your possibilities
Fill me with your brilliance beyond my capacity
Manipulate my mind and reposition my thinking
Throw me a life preserve; my rationality‘s sinking
Chiquita Baity
^^li^^
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