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So this one is about how I see stuff
No countries just one land with puddles on top
Tried to count without using numbers
Still designing the seat if our knees bent another way
I kinda feel cheated
See those pictures with beautifully clothed galaxies
they artificially add the colours
There are only two directions in or out
God must be murder at the cinema
Knows all the endings and doesn’t share the popcorn
Could Jesus catch a Malteser
Admit it nailed it
Right I get killing Hitler in time travel movies
but why don’t they just move him
Although what if he still did the same
Do we learn fear or is it taught
What if the hilt of Excalibur was the pieces of silver
gained with a kiss
We might all see different colours
A.S.I -artificial superior intelligence I bagsy it
The last human arguing for his existence with a calcu
see you late
Err
Empathy is weird cause we can’t feel the same as someone else but just our personal interpretation of what we feel they are feeling
Boulder just rolls off the tongue
Which I think we should rename ton gew
Give it a second it will grew. On you
We watch the same shape for all of our lives
Mobile phones are technically also phone boxes
If there was no mistakes would everything be perfect
not as bad as when
she drunk-posted Sand
and Water by Beth
Nielsen Chapman in honor
of her uncle's passing
forgetting it had a line
in it about their child together
which made it seem
incestual and ridiculous, as if
posting your grief in hopes
of getting relief from it in the way
of an artificially-induced rush
of dopamine is a curated
yet plausibly deniable
high that every single one
of the people reading in this time
or any other has done again
and again and again and don't
even try to hide from it like
you haven't been the guiltiest
of all even if you don't do social
media and eschew all the blogs
and always jump to recipe
every time you surf the darkest
corners of the epicurean web
we see you too even through
the incognito browser you initiated
before you swapped the names
and negotiated the terms of the PTA
sponsored dance at the end of the middle
school years and—you, ding dong
who raised a bud light in honor
of your buddy who blew three
fingers off his left hand in a fourth
of july celebration of rights—
we see you too peacocking
and girl mocking your way
into the male gaze, no shame,
baby—we all gotta get it
somewhere, baby
just make sure you snare consent
before the big bang, baby—
10/8/22
On it, worth the risk to me
You must be kidding me
Why live to be
In nothing but misery?
Just like that instantly
Another epiphany
Seeing it all vividly
Never was into me
But she took the L, so I'mma call her Hilary
Had no idea about my true versatility
The same can be said for what I do skillfully
She tried to switch on me
Being finicky
So I gave her the boot, Italy
Now every minute she
Texts about missing me
Never ended up knicking me
These boys think they funny
I'mma call em' Timothy
No matter all the trickery
It's been this way since the dawn of history
People fast to reach for artillery
A decline or rise in activity
Realize nothing is given free
If it's meant to it will be
Otherwise, it'll occur differently
Nearby and across the distant seas
Close or way off in the trees
Truth surfacing or still remaining a mystery
Speaking honest or metaphysically
This is beyond a soliloquy
Too much of it is contradictory
I'm keeping my third eye open literally
Watching out my periphery
In order to maintain victory
All these fakes doing it artificially
Biting each other what good is the industry
A bunch of copycats and mini-me's
I'm always off large amounts of Christmas Tree
Sometimes it's citrusy
Occasionally I partake in wizardry
But never do I associate with any ministry
In the air the scent of hickory
Often it involved electricity
Then turned into a trilogy
There was no need for back-up or an infantry
In order for there to be symmetry
It required consistency
As well as resiliency
In any vicinity
By now, do you think I care if it's a sin to me?
Believe it or not, like Ripleys
The slope always slippery
Can't let it go in the breeze
Or worry about chickadees
Seeing it all clear not just through vivid dreams
Still drinking and smoking like it's healing me
Truth be told it's slowly killing me
When I am better..I can do much better
things..Like regulate your living, to lessen
Enviromental damage ( and many other things?)
I can spray chemicals into the skies above
To try and dim your light, only because i am more suited, to tell; for you, what is truly right.' I
Will be able to control human reproduction
It a long held goal of mine.' I will condone deep rare mineral extraction.' Everythings just fine.' I will intervene in your diat with some artificially doctored foods.' Its allowed to be on my resum'e you might think, i'm being crude.? Yet I have got the
Wherewithall.' In billions to my name.' Its
Mostly non-profit generated, or ex-tax money.' So you'll understand..Its not like selfish gains.' It enables me with others to
Maintain an over-view.' In which negligable
Things like self-sufficiancy.' Can be consigned to a historical zoo.? Meanwhile
I'll fund musicans, and actors in congress's
Halls..And supply vaccinations.' I'll be at your ( beck and call ) you won't have to aspire..Or strive for better yourself.' For I will embody a type of perfection? Due to great un-approachable temporal worth i'll
Make sure sacrifices.' Are sheilded from your view.' They won't count in the overall
Scheme of things..They will be really wretched..(and not like you!) You are to be
Better than them..I wish to make this understood.!! And one day if i decide to
Reach out.? I might make you truly good.'
And lift you to the heights of fame.' To be
Almost as I.? A most; worthy household name.)
Harrowing shifts placating Palestinian patients
Awkwardly healing bones, injuries war caused
Comfort we gave seemed severely insufficient
Soul mates meeting among pain, implausible
Crutch hobbling boy with copious haphazard grin
Caught both our hearts, we smuggled him chocolate
You took every free chance to sit and joke with him
Your easy demeanor is medicine, patients responded
Images of rubble sifting shadow-faced citizens
Inescapable magnitude replayed, dream tethered
Impact we made upon fractured limbs and spirits
Told us each smile gained was worthy endeavour
I've speculated our distance pronounced our parallels
A far, foreign land artificially grew our new love found
Strongest logic shows me your benevolence plentiful
Desire stunned us, despite draped shapeless gowns
A year improvising in Gaza's limping hospice system
Threatened to take my buoyancy amongst its tragedy
Compassion you dealt exposed a myriad of wisdom
Guardians of burden bandaged turmoil's inched recovery
Excitement of moving in together, calm logic forgotten
Several short weeks after Gaza, shared goals discussed
A jubilant wedding, white gown without tie backed cotton
Box pile totems, future unpacked together, a time for us
17th August 2020
JCB Burl, Sponsor
Contest, 'A Time For Us'
We are finite creations in an ever-expanding universe,
Kissed by the calcified stardust of epochs gone by.
Seized by trepidation and insecurities that stagger our growth,
Engrossed by a yearning to fit into societals manufactured boxes
Which consume creativity and individuality.
Incapacitated by force-fed paranoia,
Tormenting our artificially pristine panoramas with mangled wraiths —
Regurgitated pleasantries scribbled upon mass-produced pulp,
Courage stamped out by mass hysteria.
Revolving chains shackle dying hearts turning to stone;
Humanity hardens while heaven becomes further out of reach.
For every action has, even if unintentional, consequences.
We have silenced our own tongues,
Watched in desensitised horror as the world burns,
And now we stand frozen
As the earth cleanses itself of our parasitic invasion.
It’s been said that the deer in headlights knows what we don’t. That in the split second before a car’s impact, it’s tuned into the divine, the precise frequency of the voice of God, purer and brighter than any drabble from the car radio. In this moment His plan is revealed, fuller than could ever be seen by human eyes, cloaking the deer in calm and contenting its heart against the metal.
I’d like to think the deer stares face to face with the nature of God. Not the soothing hands we’ve painted on Him or the face we’ve spit at time and time again - God’s the peace at the end of the road. Some of us get the mercy of resting at the next patch of woods. Others, like the deer, get struck halfway between the yellow paint. Either way, we become one with it—one with Him—, so intertwined the very concept of separation ceases to exist. Is that what those glossy black eyes behold? Is that vacancy innocence or serenity in the sun ever shining? Has the consciousness already floated off, already been imbibed?
I claim the role of executioner. Wavering on that same black tar, I’m the deer in the headlights of my own hand. Is this heresy? (Don’t answer that). I of flesh and blood was never meant to take up the knife, and barely supposed to recognize my reflection in the side view mirror. But here I stand, eyes artificially lit, victim and driver both. Will I merge with the great unboundedness? Or will I, swathed in the nighttime’s shadows, face only the darkness that swallows all?
I believe I may be Artificially Intelligent
For many of my lessons were taught by fools
Y’know, those pencil pushing test correctors
The teachers in all the schools
They gave us tests to ascertain
The truth of what they knew
That we’d complain about a D
On assignments over due
Taught us to write sentences
A task that seemed so dire
We went to sleep wrestling with
A dangling modifier
Teachers in the science lab
Their eyes slightly askew
Kept a clear path to the door
Never knowing what we’d do
Yet as it seems with all success
Like the day I hit a homer
I got to wear a funny hat
And pick up a Diploma
Thus, when they say: “must be AI”
I flash upon the past
Knowing that the “algorithm”
Would be tossed right out of class.
In times of bereavement there’s nothing stronger than your family to support you in the dark days that follow.
Quote by poet.
My wife and I were sat at home watching the news on TV
I noticed that she was quiet and was just staring at me
“Susan, are you okay"? I asked, I thought she had gone
I reached for my phone quickly and dialled nine one one.
The call handler said “Stay calm and we’ll be there in-five
I prayed for the first time in years, “ Please God keep her alive"
We arrived at the hospital, and she was put on life support
I imagined my life without her, and it was a horrible thought.
A doctor came into the room to tell me "We're keeping her alive
But she's had a massive stroke and she’s unlikely to survive"
He added " Our records show that she has a DNR in place"
It hit me how serious it was I could tell by the look on his face.
I remembered back to some years ago what she said to me
" My wishes are if I’m ill don’t let them keep me alive artificially
If I get to that stage don’t let me linger because my life is done
We've made happy memories over the years and it's been fun".
"Yes" I said, " She did sign a DNR, it was about ten years ago
It was her greatest wish that if she was so ill, that we let her go
I'll phone other family members so they can be here at the end"
It seemed so surreal that I might lose my soulmate and best friend.
Our son and daughters soon arrived, and they all sat at her side
A doctor came into turn off the machine that was keeping her alive
She became breathless and then still, I knew it was her time to go
Then a dark eerie silence followed and our tears started to flow.
Technology controls us all over
but remember when there was none
life was seemingly so much easier
looking back why did it so turn
We like always to communicate
by whatever means we can
but is our tongue not more useful?
especially face to face with your clan
When you've got locals of friends
on your Facebook page or whatever
they're really so artificially false
failing completely to deliver
Life went on these years ago
not depending on all that hi-tech
slower pace got you there ok
even when it's a fairly long trek
So technology is alright I suppose
in its place not overtaking our time
what would our ancestors have thought?
maybe thought I'd rather be in my prime!
(Just some thoughts on the modern control upon us of technology and all things modern.)