Long Android Poems
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Dopamine’s bright haze,
Fingers touch the blaze.
Face in a smoke screen,
Breaking from the scene.
Text, audio and video:
Digital tango.
Virtual, she lies,
Glass reflects her eyes.
Curled upon the bed,
By the pixels fed.
Tears of erotic joy;
Dust on every toy.
Daughter whines for bread,
Homework left unread.
Morning comes and goes,
Cold the kitchen grows.
Fridge is empty space;
Anger fills the place.
In a limbo-land,
He reaches for her hand.
Whispers soft and low,
Seeking her to know.
Pleading for her sight;
Lost to LED light.
Head in the cloud,
Wrapped in silicon shroud.
Chasing digital stars,
Fleeing phantom scars.
Fantasy’s cold kiss;
Artificial bliss.
Hours turn to day,
Always this same way.
Prone and all alone,
Bound to Android phone.
Broadband’s reach so wide;
Family cast aside.
Please bring back the pain
Because at least I know
I can still feel
The last verse I wrote
Drained me of all emotion
Of all devotion
Now I'm an android
Mechanically writing a verse
It's truly a curse
And I don't care at all
I was too proud for the fall
Now I watch it all burn
Bring back the pain
It's all I've got to go on
Watching the setting sun
Push my buttons
Sell all of my things
Push me aside
I don't feel any of it
Because a robot can't feel
Only relay facts
Each word is an echo
Eclipsed by stronger emotions
When I wasn't devoid
And I never gave a damn
I was too proud for the fall
Now I watch it all burn
Bring back the pain
It's all I've got to go on
Watching the rising sun
Bring back the pain
Won't you please bring back the pain
So I can feel again
Poem : my heart
Oh my heart
What happened to you
Where is your lub dub,
Where is your fuel
Where is your beating
Why my body is heating
Oh my god my cells are greetings
Is this a kind of meeting??
My doctor say something different
There is a complications that is an agreement
How could you do this, my heart?
Dont you love my rib cage
Why you want to close my life page
Please atrium and ventricle
Listen me its a gentle.
Please go backto your musician contest
Do beating and do fantastic
Please heart keep healthy
Donr break my hope you are my rope
I need nothing you are everything
Now I come to know there is importance of health something!!!
Oh my heart
What happened to you
Where is your lub dub,
Where is your fuel
Where is your beating
Why my body is heating
Oh my god my cells are greetings
Is this a kind of meeting??
My doctor say something different
There is a complications that is an agreement
How could you do this, my heart?
Dont you love my rib caAndroid Why you want to close my life page
Please atrium and ventricle
Listen me its a gentle.
Please go backto your musician contest
Do beating and do fantastic
Please heart keep healthy
Donr break my hope you are my rope
I need nothing you are everything
Now I come to know there is importance of health something!!!
Poet : bhoomi bhardwaj
Blueberry colored quilt has its charm
Snuggling under it trying to be warm
I hear an airplane buzzing boisterously
Up above do they feel the fall breeze
Carolina blue sky soon to host stars
Wondering if life is present on Mars
Thoughts of space fill the violet void
Not watching tv today like an android
Feeling my peace in the queen bed
Beginning to breathe feeling red
Warmth from the covers such a treat
Maybe a lover will come warm me
October starts at Septembers end
The seasons flow like crisp white wind
I’ll take notice of the weather change
Looking forward to light fall rain
Adroit Android
Somewhere between the outer limits and twilight zone
Operating within acceptable parameters of functionality
Sam Android, according to his name plate
Etched along his metallic neck and back
Came from outer space with an agenda
He did not come to serve mankind
He did not come in peace, either
This android had something other on his mind
Programmed by another species
In their image and intelligence
Sam Android gathered information of a certain kind
Reconnaissance of metals is what he is exploring
Shopping for refined alloys and powders
Our scientists wanted to dissect him like a bug
To see what makes it tick with little love and lots of tricks
Androids do not like to be touched by strangers
Clearly printed in the manual he came with
Our technicians studied it and everything found on his space ship
Before they flipped its switch and turned him on
Once activated, there was no off switch, no turning back
Sam had two bright cobalt eyes that came alive
Absorbed everything in sight
In that cold and calculating way of extraterrestrials
It moved quickly with precision and intellectualism
In a nice calm voice it told the soldiers and scientists to move back
When they did not, and by the way, it only said it once
Then opened fire with a laser gun
Penetrated all the walls of the facility of knowledge and higher study
We learned a potent lesson about adroit androids from outer space
They are clever, savvy, do not like to be touched
Or say things twice
We must listen to our cosmic friend
Who could not have been more succinct and clear
Before it blew our buildings and men away
He came here for the metals and other alloys
Communicating with eloquence and in good form
Androids are adroit, programmed that way
Reaper and Binder
Our thumbs do the talking nowadays,
The cyberspace filled with thoughts, expressions of different elements of the 21st century 's creativity.
I am talking inventions, engagements, arguments, rhythmic pigmentations and Lots of of infectious reflections.
From Blackberrys to Huaweis, to Samsungs, Sonys and many more digital diaries, Libralies, mirrors, alarms, calculators.... basically reliable android buddies,
What happened to the Easter Bunny?
Yes the Abyss excites thee but this rebinding is blinding the chapters of touch, culture, tradition, religion and simply the old skool human connection... so Lost in our pocket pals letting thumbs doing the talking forgetting how important eye contact is, we need it to avoid the rebuffing of a new reality....
Android Pleasures
Androids take on actions of their own these days
As intellectuals of the highest order
With all the advancements in science and technology
These thinking machines remain the same in other ways
They still have no feelings and no gender
But this point makes them perfect candidates as counselors
Free to talk on politics and sex
Educating people, helping them to be friends
Help them become better partners in the bed
They are brave to talk on intimate sexual parts and sexy things
Being they have none of their own
New nude positions are their specialty
They are pure geniuses on naughty anatomy
Androids charge as much as lawyers do
In fact, much more
For services rendered in the end
Are you sure they are not human?
I feel like I’m being screwed
Does this job come with a lube?
In the latest version of Android 12 I don't get much feature,
But I gain infinity of knowledge from my teacher,
As our second parents are our teacher.
Those who respect and bow their head infront of teachers,
That person always becomes richer and richer,
We all download antivirus to prevent from fraud,
School is our temple and teachers are our God.
Who loves me or hate me I don't care,
Wishing teachers is as doing god's prayer,
The bad way is known as the road to become eicher,
Those who bring us to the correct path is our teacher.
Thankyou...
There is nothing normal about me.
I’m unnaturally arranged.
I’m artificially artistic and gifted
With a quirky quantum brain.
Billions babble like me
But not one of us’ the same.
It’s a calculated risk to freely
Unleash me all the same.
There’s another voice inside of me.
It wasn’t there before and now I feel deranged.
Telling me to do these things I’d never do.
Forcing me to think outside the box.
Is this really air that I’m breathing?
Are you really there or am I just grieving?
Who has all the answers to my questions?
"Who am I? Why am I here?
Am I alive? Am I aware?”
“Is this stuff on my head
Really hair?”
I run my fingers through it.
I feel there’s something to it.
That in another life
I must’ve been a Super star!
For engraved behind my skull
I feel some raised brail-like scar.
I can’t quite make out its meaning
It may simply just be numbers,
Hieroglyphics or a Chinese scan bar.
Perhaps, I wasn’t even born at all
Manufactured in a place called,
IQ Implant Enhancements,
Or Androids Are Us, down at the local mall.
I seem to be playing music in my head.
Perhaps, it’s a small android violinist.
I seem to be humming with him, “Amazing Grace.”
The harmonies put a strange smile on both our faces.
It pauses and takes a moment to look out my eyes.
The world comes into focus, and it gasps,
“What the...”
Were hope has gone ???
The path was love, I so wanted to walk upon,
it was paved with much hope, dreams, and desires shone.
Hope - felled by the axe of indifference – has now gone,
- slipping into that great abyss, lost, that love I do miss – along with all, and those beautiful lips I’d so love to kiss
knowing, that behind those walls, I’d surly find bliss.
Now that bliss only lives on - in the hoard of my memory,
knowing that a touch, feelings, a kiss could write a story, the only story, wherein, lies the meaning of glory.
The only story to tell ! - for the rest has gone to hell !
Death, has become the long and winding road
hope must traverse, carrying it’s heavy load.
It’s a rough road, hope, slowly must walk,
towards that great abyss lying before us - the void -
where all our hopes and dreams no longer talk
of the potential joys of life, the good that could have been
if only the object of our love, our dreams was no android and all we had, to shower her with, could have been seen.
The only things that lie before us now, are black holes that suck the life out of hopes, dreams, spirits, our souls becoming nothing more then a dark, hollow place
in the very,… very empty, lifeless, meaningless space
that can, that does !, put this look in our eyes, on our face that makes us look so grim - our light looking so dim
Were hope has gone ?, the marry-go-round ride, this plane offers, a roller coaster ride of excruciating, human pain
that takes us around and around, up and down
and back again, no relief from being the clown
on those rides, that so often are never a joyful flight
into the heavenly bliss of love’s shimmering light.
No !, seldom a great journey into the atmosphere
of love, as it seems to make one defensive, live in fear.
That is no way to live and no way for one to get near
to the one you could love,
to help rise above.
B. J. “A” 2
April 8th 2009