Long Computed Poems

Science is Fiction

Sir Popper popped the answer to the question of and whether science
holds truth and where and when for how long facts remain value’s 
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Once upon a time in a previous universe, 
machines began repairing themselves, 
much faster than their makers ever could, 
so the creators just left them to it 

Of course every now and then the machines...

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Beginning with what it is not
Being certainly not transience we can slot

Calling a spade a spade
Love not an exchange or trade
‘I love you provided you reciprocate’
‘If your look is not endearing, my love will abate’

Moving...

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11/22/21

This is sad, it makes me sigh
Why try to lie?
My guy I spy
That there's more to life
Than getting high
Wasting money and time
To change it, effort is what you must apply
Go ahead roll the dye
You might...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element 
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing


Happily Married 

An anthropological graphic novel fantasy shot against a contrasty mono tint, color highlighted, claustrophobic backdrop of...

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In my life, narrow margins matter
Opening my eyes wide
To better perspectives which don’t flatter
Dispensable pride riding on the tide 

Where populism portrays norms
To which I don’t subscribe
Despite unusual forms and storms
I ride although I can’t...

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Psychic self defense 
Encyclopedia of the sixth sense 
Out of body exploration 
Searching other battlefields 
For signs of salvation 
Inquiring nationalists 
Solving true equations of physics. 

Spiritual conformity 
Government abnormality 
Magical Ouija board 
For the...

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Chapter Seven: Spaced 
Chapter Seven: Spaced 
 
Cheph111 outward bound 
liftoff ten minus none 
 
The trip from the planet's surface was almost instantaneous the crew were 
webbed in bunks and floating in gspaces the...

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Billowed in black by my schizophrenic ponderings, these personalities are somehow resolute.

Within a matrix of survival; they coincide.

Fractals of quanta and wavelengths that fall from grace, will soon depict a Homunculus face.

Spanning out into oblivion...

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A severed umbilical cord is
just the beginning of life,
but the heart binds unhindered
no matter what!
have you seen a mother’s tears
when her child is in harm,
or a bison advance on a wolf pack,
to save its calf?
we...

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Episode 1

Enter Fire Ball

Can I help being curvaceous and bold, 
Or so I’ve been told,
Can I help it, if I get a visual massage,
Daily compliments, in fact a barrage!
I was born a beauty, and to...

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I must fess up
That I have messed up
I’ve eaten to much sin, 
the desert pleasure from within
Entertaining my lust and desires
My thoughts, mind were on fire;
Fell down, fallen on the earth
But instead of eating dirt
I...

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By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict...

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Non-umbilical zero soul genome clones
manufactured in a petri dish
Mad scientifically chosen to replace the human race
Android usurpers to the sentient throne,
tech grown in a synthetic uterus
Flawed creations who wear a polymeric cyborg face
Unemotional  ...

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Drain the bad excuse I've made for my pupils
they know not what they see

Choices are made
villains are created in a workshop of walking hammers
cherished torture tools belong in the first drawer
the one near the floor

Same...

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It was a dragging argument
For the need to funds augment:
Ten voices in Duke's Department,
Their owners in Fred's Apartment;
Not sure of Duke's contentment
With talks on firm's new investment:
Mention of fridge,no compartment...
All men shouting: poor comportment!
"This company...

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grey will not do metallic's justice
as silver shows no tempting

no, tones will pale into all skins
corridor lengths of emptiness
seen within computed eyes
and nothing the machines do
can hold a grace in our hands

no metal can truly...

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Embarassing
and swiftly simple
Easy... 
only a few
quips and foul jokes
swiped your soul
and you had no idea
you rubbed shoulders
with a mental giant
whose gout got out of hand
did that guy really ask
to be stabbed with a
toothpick?
I already computed...

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severely fragmented flashes
lead to blank frustration
never computed to what
my body does,
what other bodies do.

it's not gluttony, it's emptiness-
i always have something in my hand.

the mirror in my mind grasps
at different concepts of myself
like a pawn...

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