Tapping into our neurons
where only brain cells should go
Past dreams mean nothing now
unconscious thoughts just flow
An abstract realm of reason
touchpad signals unbeknown
Fires up, post-human imagination
our intelligence genes regrown
And so it's all written in code
old commandments redrawn
Binary replaces ancient Latin
age of replicants has dawned
Interfaced with artificial reality
and engaged to usb clones
We marry terabyte processors
reproducing ten billion drones
Reprogrammed ancient scriptures
floods overwhelm our homes
Heaven and hell's using robots
I-God now accedes the throne
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
interfaced, allusion, computer, future,
Form: Rhyme
I was a highwayman, a mercenary,
For my own moral fibre and future happiness,
But they interfaced me with religion and tradition,
Which offset my deep contentedness.
They had a different crux from me,
Which upset my balance and control,
Made me think that I was lost,
In a world with no death toll.
Pluralistic teachers and carers,
Make for broad minded, accepting kids,
Not dismissive scaremonger’s,
Of those with people values and bids.
God may be a concept in our society,
But he’s a people conjecture benign;
Your projection makes a difference,
Gives the outcast and deacon the sign.
School should not be certified,
By religion’s insipid breath and touch,
But should be monitored for the exclusion,
Of minorities with no god as such.
Categories:
interfaced, child, growing up, leadership,
Form: Rhyme
So eventually you get tired;
Tired of trying to wade through all the muck;
And mire that constitutes what has to be a hopeless cause.
And so you just submit to what appears to be inevitable.
And the pieces splinter off;
So that once again chaos diverts into;
Yet another adaptation of yet;
Another message never sent.
And that which is me and;
That which carries through my veins
Must face the probability that we may well;
Be interfaced out of existence
So fate plays out as it will;
For I am no longer willing
To participate in likeness;
To methods designed to dehumanize
And the taught importance of love to the young may become;
Valued by the ability to meet mandatory expectations
So that if any fail to keep the balance they may well;
Be deemed unnecessary and denied acknowledgement
Categories:
interfaced, angst, may,
Form: Free verse
I was…
the proud owner of all your free time.
once a state of the art instrument of multiple uses.
a tool of mass communication .
the envy of my peers.
said to have been ahead of my time.
Now covered with ooze,
where did the juice go?
Cracked and considered to be obsolete,
was I not good to you?
Didn’t you enjoy it when we interfaced?
Stripped of all dignity,
my innards lay strewn about for all to see.
What’s to become of me?
My monitor busted,
my speakers blown,
I’ve lost my keys.
Battery failing…
Losing our memory…
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Categories:
interfaced, lost love, love, sad
Form: Verse
What will be will always be,
What has passed is never gone,
And puts our mettle to the sword,
Sets a lasting seal upon
Our victory or harsh defeat,
Our ecstasy or searing pain,
Our expertise in hindsight
And all that does remain.
What is laid to certain peace,
What is yet to come to pass,
Decrees the lessons duly learned,
Of strategy and hour glass;
Our solitude or fellowship,
Our blindness or our clarity,
Our resignation or denial
Of our place in history.
We who kissed the sullen moon,
We who chased the raging sun,
We who strained unto the stars,
The many interfaced as one.
We have grasped the lightning bolt,
Weathered in the heart of thunder,
All we have achieved and done
Let no one put asunder.
Categories:
interfaced, history, life, nostalgia, time,
Form: Verse