Long Futuristic Poems
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what see's night
in heat that she stands before me
all of the world sings
him as greatest
that a world agifted with his him
is loved
yet tomorrow's are the yesterdays of futuristic talkings
might these now's mean as much as you should allow them
and is this the first day of a beginning
that shall speak thru the ages
as we are to marry and
create those who shall speak of us as beginning
that our offspring shall say that we
have decided to make the tomorrow's
of people who shall know us
those who shall adore us
those that shall despise us.
are these the startings of the days to come
might the nights be warmed by the flesh of
your body
might mornings be the start of new days yet to come.
They lived across from each other
on and off the center floor dorm hall,
both on the much discussed
controversial LeftWing side.
Yang perused Yin's CDs,
"I see you like that ***** music,
Elton John
and Luther VanDross
and George Michael.
I didn't notice that before."
Yin responds quietly
calmly
amused:
First,
I don't believe music is gay or straight,
but most everything wave-linear co-related in-between
harmonic and dissonant,
diminished and replenished.
Lyrics may be wavey *****
or straight-line predictable
but usually flow well
either spiraling way
telling co-relating creation stories
of nature's neural positives
and negatives
surfing back and forth
in and out
before and after
here and there
now and then
and yet to climax
polypathic health
as polyphonic wealth.
But, Second,
Feels to me all music,
maybe all muses,
are *****
when I think holistically about it,
us,
them,
verbally thought and non-verbally felt,
internally touched
By a rhetorical moment
we curiously know as music
without noticing how radically unlikely
regenerative processes
compassionate evolutions
could ever reproduce such homo-ingenious sounds,
rhythms,
patterns,
colors,
textures,
stories,
epic original empathic creations
and co-empathic octaved recreations
within such a LeftBrain heterosexual white privileged
RightWing capitalistic
narcissistically greedy
UnQueer Line Marching Against
the Great Historic/Futuristic muse and prophets
of unboxable harmony,
despite dissonance,
resonance,
despite fading resilience of Baby Xers,
polyphonic yin-mused light,
despite polynomial not not
climate of touch and feel
polyphonic dualdarkness.
Meanwhile Yang
couldn't hear too well
since opening the window
facing spring
listening
to a cranked up RocketMan,
while athletically dancing to hot not unqueer music,
and Yin's ears swayed tenderly after and before
***** musing
straight talk.
Twas the night before Christmas in 2054
The only sound being robotic mice on the floor
Our digital wish-lists were hung with ultra-precision
Above the virtual fireplace in pre-supposition
Of the anticipated arrival of a hypothetical being.
The miniature adults were dormant in their pods
As eidolon confiture twinkled their nods
While responsible progenitors with 'Bed Head" applied
Had concluded their thoughts for the long Winter's night.
Then out on the Astroturf there began such a frattle.
Startled from our beds to witness the sprattle
We opened our security cams to survey the scene
Frame by frame we analyzed what we were seeing.
The spotlight that shone on the new fallen snow,
Made fulsome the green of our false mistletoe,
And, at that very moment a freeze-frame laid bare
A cutting edge sleigh pulled by eight robotic deer.
Its jovial driver was dressed all in scarlet;
I knew it must be the Santa of myth,
For he was down our chimney with a bag of toys
And lickety-split back without making a noise.
It was over in a twinkle - he was gone with a whoosh
As you can imagine our confusion was profuse
And although his reindeer were mechanical frames
He recited out loudly and called all their names.
Come Bolter, come Byte-r come Laser and Algorithm,
Come Orbiter, Come Thyristor, Come Thunder and Mixem
As he circled the rooftop in a Gigabyte of starlight
He shouted LOL three times- as his sleigh zoomed skyward.
There are time capsules in the rural Mid-West,
not retro constructs, but temporal dislocations
that remain as was,
for lack of a reason to be other.
Small town restaurants are steeped
in a comfortable inertia;
diners serve
all broasted, broiled and breaded everything.
Amish noodles nestle in thick white bowls.
There are still drive-in movies
where movies once missed
can be missed again.
We have bars where the jukebox is not a junk box
but a wood and chrome depository
for long archived selections.
Beer here is brewed as brawny
as rolled-up forearms.
We’re futuristic in a plaid and dilatory way.
We are post-modern Jetson reruns,
we dwell just West of the middle of tomorrow.
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
proclaims the Dawn of Man &
The Monolith
From the ancient past
to the (retro)futuristic present
as the flying bone
becomes a satellite in orbit
Blue Danube waltz
serenades space:
the Pan Am space plane
gracefully docks with
the space station
Ligeti’s haunting polyphony
envelopes space:
Floyd visits
The Monolith on the
immaculately stark moon
Beautifully tragic
Khachaturian ballet suite
announces the Discovery’s
lonely mission to Jupiter
Bowman methodically unplugs
the homicidal HAL
as the psychopathic e-brain
sadly sings “Daisy, daisy…”
He enters the wormhole
in the Monolith orbiting Jupiter
travels through infinity
at FTL velocity
transfixed by the epic
irreal journey
And then finds himself in a
luxury hotel room
somewhere in the universe:
dying on a bed
he sees the Monolith
and is transformed
into a Star-Child
who floats toward Earth
What will the Star-Child
do?
Severe Weather Predictions...
Professedly Plagues Psyche
I do not watch, while
feigning to sip ale,
nor listen to Wail
ling Jennings poor
imitation by prophetic
local aborigines scent
ting ancestor trail,
while plucking their
Sing song ukulele
national anthem (tip towing
thru the dale
lie la of hybrid tulips)
hearty and hale
Climatological headlines,
more like a puffed up
magical dragon exhale
ling nothing boot hot air,
comprising a renown folk song,
and/or futuristic tall tale
that usually pre
dominate every airwave scale
ling the gamut of
every frequency 24/7, rail
ling dire warnings,
and no need prevails,
particularly for those
refusing to evacuate,
and become sitting targets
like quail caught
in the cross hair
for me to know
onset of biblical pro
portioned sized debacles
(since joblessness thy status,
cuz social security disability received),
but more pertinently
dire forecasts rarely manifest
into monster mashing maelstroms
case in point
being this predicted
"three sisters of all hurricanes"
Florence, Light
Ning, and Gale,
found this storm chaser
disappointed, cuz monstrous
banshee's utter deplorable show
ranked as utter dud at least
(in my book), they did fail
to wreak havoc
falling far short
to flatten every tree,
which limb mit
to flash flooding
minor inconvenience
forced every to sail
guy did by those freed from jail.
The universe waits in silence for no one
Only for Sun Ra to take a close-up
Sun Ra, celestial architect of sound,
a cosmic voyager, beyond the norm,
In vortices of thought, a meditative storm.
a wonderland of free jazz flight,
Colorful vibrations in the cosmic night.
His music makes your bones swell with the future's call,
. ancient Egyptian mysticism, science fiction for all
This American jazz composer, bandleader, and keyboardist
Made Futuristic tones that transcend it all.
Outside the way out, yet straight ahead, cool
A jazz bop universe, where dreams are bred.
Freight trains of sound, smokin' rails,
Saxophones wail through cosmic tales.
Marshall Allen’s stratospheric cry,
Afrofuturism in the sky.
Experimental, theatrical, space-age attire,
Sun Ra’s universe ignites with fire.
In the same breath as Trane and Miles,
Monk’s melodies and Dizzy’s styles,
He’s the captain of the stars,
The architect of time and space music
The red planet, space travel, and a mystical life in the cosmos
Did Sun Ra think in holographic time?
A master creator, sculpting the void,
Freeing cracks in space with love employed.
Egyptian science fiction, love, peace, and art,
Sun Ra’s music is a cosmic healing vibration
Earth was just a classroom for his plan,
To show the world the good in man.
Saturn rings sing in harmony,
Guiding us to eternity.
Sun Ra, the cosmic pioneer,
His sound, the future’s frontier.
In every note, in every space,
Sun Ra’s peace and happiness in the universe’s shining grace.
Twenty fifth of December, three thousand and four
and already I'm down in the dumps
we're round at the neighbour's via tubes that save labour
propelled by some hydraulic pumps.
We've exchanged all our presents and got them unwrapped
once again I've got self-cleaning socks
the wife's Kevlar panties, though they are quite scanty
are going straight back in the box.
I'm constantly goaded to eat nuts they've downloaded
they'll try any tactic to feed ya
but the problem, I quibble is that some have been nibbled
as they're passed around on social media.
We're looking for doorways or just any more ways
to find a quick route to get out
and escape if we're able, being chased round the table
by genetically modified sprouts.
They've offered a glass of Martian Pinot noir
and they tell me it's alcohol free
so there goes my boozing and afternoon snoozing
and waking up just after tea.
Grandma kids are teasing, cryogenic freezing
means she won't wake up until noon
to find grapes in her hair and a plum, God knows where
and they've blocked up her nose with some spoons.
Don't know why they have bothered with plates that can hover
it seems so bone idle to me
they could have just handed the pudding that's landed
on the light fitting just above me.
The custard's abundant but the jug is redundant
administered now by syringe
and so is the Brandy which, though is quite handy
prevents us from having a binge.
When later we get back from fresh air and jet packs
remembering when we could walk
I'll look back fondly then to those Christmases when
we just used a knife and a fork.
November 16th 2015
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You know how it is
It's all on you
So what's going on
What are we going through
Never trust a beggers for
Your salvation
It's foolish and unwise
In all that it's saying
So love the world
As long as you
Ain't in it
Crumbled ego's
Bruised or hurt feelings
They can't understand
What you're going through
It's a place of rediscovery
Something ancient and
Full of un a new
A waiting world needs new
Inventions
With directions
You know the inventers
Intentions
Sorted facts from foolish
Fictions
Give them a futuristic taught
With futuristic intentions
Savor through
Who's using who
That's what a people want
They're looking to you
It's real complicated
It ain't challenged or debated
What corner are you in
What are you saying
I like the part when it's
all relating
Seeking fused
Merger or marriage
It's all caught to let
The People have it
Thoughts beyond humans
AI is so full blown
A lot of people want to leave AI alone
Mind matters versus competition in the right thinking
What one thinks is different from AI
Idealistic superior
Words advanced
Human Intellect test
Common sense wins out in Human sense, but AI is programmed to be precise
Electronic component with technological values
The Human mind can never out maneuver AI
AI is ahead of its time in futuristic expectations
A human mind can challenge AI, but would a human mind win in resources given?
The theory of Conquer, Challenge and Exchange
Information absorbed through AI compared to the Human mind
Perhaps more established and tabulation being more sophisticated
Turning complexity into Simplicity
Calculation determined in quickness
AI would do it smoothly and precise with ease
The human contrast being slower element meaning the mind wouldn’t be as sharp as AI
The human mind might out match AI in not knowing what the human is thinking without penetrating the mind in what AI already knows and thought of
AI and human mind matters
Concentration will always be a challenge
Think wisely