Mankind lays down arms against each other.
Stands together like each were a brother.
Hate was tossed aside.
Forgotten was pride.
No place to hide.
Man made new life
Caused so much strife.
Self aware.
No care.
To them we were but a disease.
Didn't listen to our pleas.
We were but fleas.
Creating life was a mistake.
Left nothing but death in its wake.
Fire falls from the sky.
Machines that fly.
Fighting till we die
Slowly, mankind fell.
Long rang the bell.
Like long into the past.
No civilization can ever last.
On goes time.
Lost is my rhyme.
Maybe my thoughts are bad.
But it's funny as it is sad.
Were we God , creating life.
It's the same kinda strife.
Ending all war.
What's more.
Replaced by our own creation.
No more human nation.
Created in our own image.
Earth starts a new page.
Electrical life is the new age.
No more war no more hate.
Yesterday was way too late.
Earth lives on.
Even with man gone .
Tick tock .
Forever forward moves the clock.
Humans, along with all creatures
We're born with preset ways to learn and grow
Supplied by interactions that
Enhance their minds to copy and to learn
So many ways all can progress
As thinking leads the way to modify
And alter, on its very own-
The need to follow rules can disappear
We have now manufactured them
The waiting robots follow our commands
From knowledge fed to shape their “brains”
That mimics the progression of humans
Just as children become adults-
Assuming independence in new thoughts
Adhering to our rules will disappear.
Oh yes, for sure, I have this fear.
If we start from the beginning, then I guess people and animals are conscious. My last dog was a people in a fur coat. She was smarter than most people. I just had a friend write a poem, then he gave it to AI to write. Everyone thought the AI poem was his poem. Did that mean AI had become conscious since it did a better job writing? Machines have taken over our world. AI is the newest kid on the block. The sun dial or rooster was our morning clock but no more. Once we walked or took a horse to work now the new shiny car does that job. Cars can even drive and park for us. Does that mean cars now have become conscious? Machines have a way of taking over our lives. Sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worst.
conscious world maybe
machines or people will rule
AI takeover
Shines would soon be taken off poetry,
When machines replace humans as judges,
By then wisdom will have fled human minds,
Making AI seem more intelligent.
Poems churned out will then be wishy-washy,
Since standout ones will have been discarded,
As machine junks — confirmed by machines,
So undeseving of recognition.
As more and more inferior works are praised,
At the detriment of discarded fine ones,
Our brains will adapt to produce more junk,
And our age will be known for poorer arts.
But are AI-written poems hard to spot?
When all they write is devoid of feeling,
A mimicry of professionalism,
Yet widely accepted as genuine.
My supervisor is a young, soft-spoken Asian gal...
Who averted my eyes as she handed me
my end-of-the-year "compensation award statement".
For working weekends and holidays
Being an absentee on birthdays and even funerals.
Despite the company riding the gilded air currents
like a diamond-studded albatross,
I'd be getting a seventy-three-cent-an-hour raise.
I met her eyes and said,
"a bag of M&MS in the vending machine
cost a buck twenty-five".
She exited the room quicker than a nervous giggle.
She was once one of us. Now she's one of them.
Since the promotion, she's put on about 15 pounds.
Her face is breaking out. She doesn't smile much anymore.
I suppose seventy-three cents an hour
is better than her giving me the pink slip.
If ultrasound machines of the world all break down
We had better make friends with nocturnal bats.brown.
They use ultrasound to locate and navigate
There is one hanging by my west garden gate
Vampire bats could help us diagnose disease
Be polite and make sure you use thank you and please
Nurses and doctors will have to be trained to be kind.
And learn how to communicate with a bat’s interesting mind.
Rechargeable Machines
Rechargeable machines for
holding electrical energy enjoy
listening to
feral wind.
Efficiency, anxiety
Result, vanity
Success, burnout
Alienation, disguise
Unconscious, relapse
Control, coact
Apologist: own merit!
Arbitrary, reclusive
Circus, bread
Conscious, blurred
Acceptance.
Commotion, trivialization
Affection, weakness
Love, liquid
Affliction, medication
People can no longer
Human beings.
- Bruna Beatrice.
Internet
has woven the world into a tangle of introverts
made us think that our fellow man
is a slow-minded, dangerous dullard
Internet
and mankind do have one thing in common
in that they're bipolar entities,
in the wink of the mind or a tap of the key
they're capable of love and rage
painfulness and joyfulness
peaceful contemplation
or mindless devastation
Man's
soul is devolving into a dead blue seed
in the metal garden of the devolving machine.
Build machines than can
Plow and harrow fields; that's what
My country need now.
Old school candy that used to be 1 cent now 25 cents
Fear you announce to whom you love
Shaking their hands yours in glove,
The rich foods into your mouth shove
While watched by one you think you love.
Then, you are below not above,
For much skewed is your show of love:
You never will rank with the Dove;
In dreams your type gods away drove
Try with children to wild streets rove,
Round a town taking a zestful drove:
This I brand the quite social love;
Also, the sharing of one's stove
Or machines that new garments wove.
from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
New Planes
They say peace will reign but in America/they build many new warplanes/the new B-21 Raider bomber/what a nightmare dream for enemies/plus the superb V-280 Valor tilt rotor/moving troops twice as fast/what will be revealed next?/state of the art lethal aircraft/utterly the best beyond compare/Red China and Putin's Russia has cool birds/but nothing to compare to America/peace does not and never will sell/prepare for war with new planes
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 is reputed,
Even as it is refuted"
Still motives being imputed;
To staff's quest for The Computed..."
Demanding The Computerized;
Not having staff characterized,
A chapel for The Lutherized,
Sick bay for sores not cauterized,
Release of machines customized,
Ears for complaints though glottalized;
The work load of staff minimised...
"Profit shall still be maximised."
Audio-Wise And Odd symphony
Staff's voiced thoughts on 'strong company'.
When and if the time should ever
come when all is said and that can
be has been done
And the only signs or form of life
that remains is being kept alive
via electronic machines
Believing he could no longer or would
wish to fight on otherwise he surely
would have
Then gather round all that loved this
poor soul whilst still alive for 1 last
final remaining time
Unplug the tubes that aid them breathe
switch off the whaling pinging machines
signaling heartbeat arithmetics
Disconnect the saline solution glucose
drip colostomy bag and statistics patches
covering them from head to toe
Release them from their comatose state
and living nightmare
For this is life in name only alive but
not alive to the world
And rather let all their dreams come true
forevermore and after that day too as
well
And in so doing so let also the living move
on to not join them in their daily grief and
pain as well
To celebrate life not just only death
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