There’s a demon on my shoulder,
clipping toenails into my ear
An angel on the other,
nibbles wax so I can hear
He makes balm for my lips,
lights candles once a year
Both play devil’s advocate;
God knows they’re insincere?
Their words are quite pointed,
but sharper when being blunt?
My ears burn like hell
as rumours exchange every month
This tug-of-war’s relentless,
pulling strings to win my soul
If i’m nothing special;
why fight tooth and nail for control?
Lately they’ve switched shoulders,
maybe it’s to explore
Candles burn less often,
not on birthdays like before
Toenails fall unchecked,
my balm-less lips crack and swell
One day I’m living in heaven;
the next feels like bloody hell
This war is wearing me down
I can’t do wrong for right
My hair feels thinner,
no surprise from this endless fight
Searching for bald spots in the mirror
sheds light on their attack:
Those grifters do Brazilians
and pedicures behind my back.
By
David Kavanagh
"I smell A.I. as it coldly brushes against me, stiff and analytical in it's digital analysis of my heartbeat, falling short in quantifying that which is experienced within my soul,,,,, this while though presenting the perfect picture of representation, lack's the true seasonings and flavor of life."
Darrell
A.I. attempts to understand the human experience,,,,, breaking it down into digital bits.... "ones and zeros" as we engineers call it. The outward picture comes quite close to an accurate representation of the heartbeat of humanity yet lacks any flavor ,,, any smell,,, any true understanding of my heart and soul .....
I live! I taste! I smell the flavors of life and I pity the paltry machines and their operators who will never know my joys, my heartache, my laughter, my pain, my victory, my loss, my love or my sorrow...
For the gods themselves stand in envy of my mortality !
Gas chambers were operated by people..Legislation is
Framed and implemented by people in chechslovakia &
Albania, albanians were concentration camp
Guards and gas oven operators, today we see oversimplification of many fraught history's, and now there are wars to displace
People to achieve disorder in the west; and wider world.'
The proposed solution to this has all the potenntial of a Waking nightmare.' Is it possible to stop the sleepwalk.?
WORLD WAR THREE
Yes, the noise is all about planes and tanks
Frontline hardware, as was always the case
But in reality, it’s cheaper timely innovation
It’s the third world war – of disinformation
The human story, a soldier’s strained face
But the backroom boys may get little thanks
There will be coverage of both side’s forces
With systems operators hacking crucial sites
And coming up fast from the rear, is A.I
And self-navigating drones flown just to spy
The treasure is in destroying more terabytes
Less about military, it’s intelligence sources
There will always be gunfire and casualties
It is expected, featuring well on TV news
But when national I.T systems are failing
The public response is much angry wailing
There won’t ever be enough repair crews
One then looks internally for the hostilities
There will of course, be many who’ll die
But a designer virus will be more extensive
Power supply probably the first to stumble
Then healthcare, while politicians fumble
And all along, modern war is less expensive
Yet with constant naivete, we wonder why
Good morning to all our school bus operators,
watch out for bikers, pedestrians and demonstrators;
the weather man is predicting rain, so watch the kids,
drive slower, and avoid quick stops, and sudden skids.
Besides all that have a wonderful day and smile;
because we need you and your job is worthwhile.
the little mice
that operate
traffic lights
recently went
on strike.
they said
it was the working
conditions,
but if we're
being honest,
I think it was
because last
year the city
banned
casual fridays.
have you ever
seen a mouse
try to put
a tie on? It's a
tough ask for
their little paws.
anyway, in their
absence, the city
emergency hired
frogs to code-switch
reds & greens.
it's great to see
little amphibians
march to work
in their ties,
but their clammy
little hands
are a traffic
terror.
Video poker at the bar
a soothing respite
from Sophomore essays
far from the maddening voices we're
struggling to find
Game's on and--
I miss my dyslexic friend
What do heavy equipment operators
and English teachers
have in common?
football--mostly
how arrogant to assume
after 28 years of Jr. High technology
and remedial reading
I could step into high school English
How much D would appreciate
the ambiguity of Hamlet
or the religious satire
of "The Lottery?"
The stool next to me speaks
"So, where you headed"
"I live here."
"Really? What do you do?"
"I teach."
"No..."
"Yea.. High School English."
"No ! I thought you was one of us dirty old truck drivers!"
"Well... (what am I supposed to say)
...thanks!" (it's nice to fit somewhere)
Woke up to no sun
it was just the darkness of dawn
on my own in a world I had created
birthed by my own thoughts
characterized by the sum of my fears and desires
through the manifestation of my thoughts believed.
Progressively, evolving being I am; learning
Earnestly applying remedy to the defects of my character
For every thought-seed sown takes root,
sooner or later blossoms bearing its own fruits
Good, Bad - I had to learn to find delight
Revealing to me, myself
In acknowledgement that my prayers were merely song,
that I had to find the rhythm in the beat and harmonise self with its frequency
Let go the cliche that we must disregard those that have different views from us
Restructure my thinking in remembrance that the oppressor and the slave are co-operators in ignorance
and that only in reality are afflicting themselves
Had to conquer my own weaknesses
meet me some light
Oh world meet phoenix me as I rise with the sun,
to a world anew, freedom and reach my outmost potential
Become the True ME
y Schrödinger equation, mean-field approaches are commonly developed.
A detailed derivation can be found in Dalfovo’s article. The generalization of the
original Bogoliubov description to the physical situation in real experiments is given
by describing the field operators in the Heisenberg:
(2)
Where y (x,t) is a complex function defined as the expectation value of the field
operator and its modulus represents the condensate density.
If we ignored the depletion of the condensate, the time evolution of the condensate
wave function at temperature T=0 is obtained by taking the ansatz for the field
operator and using the Heisenberg equation. Then we can get the Gross-Pitaevskii
equation for the mean field (see some condensed matter physics text books such as by
Chaikin),
(3)
The description of the propagation of noninteracting matter waves in periodic
potentials is straightforward once one has found the eigenstates and corresponding
eigenenergies of the system. If we consider a one dimensional sinusoidal periodic
potential of the form,
Labelled once as relaxation station
a brothel I was... that offered my hospitality expertise
catering to human nature lusts
meeting carnal cravings
satiating fleshly appetites…
...yet…
the stigma of being a home-wrecker
along accusation and the reality
of being an illegal den of promiscuity
made me guilty, seeing aborted babies
while enriching my operators…
...thus…
grateful am I for laws striving to close my establishment
persevering to end my pleasurable pursuits
(lurking through prostitution leisure I'm ashamed of)
toward prioritizing peace in the family
midst home and community welfare
as God has wondrously designed in His goodness*.
Psalm 33:5 He loveth righteousness and judgment: the earth is full of the goodness of the LORD.
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S/he knows hot cold felt co-passions
calling to become Bodhisattva Caller,
EarthTown Crier,
co-messianic prophet of brightest gloom
begging prophecies still hiding
winning our least best common denominations
racing diverse nurturing
of ecotherapeutic tranquilities,
resonant resilience
to both call and cooperative calling back
listening through speaking
what has fissured pathological cracks,
powers of matriarchal hurricanes
nurturing yet controlling
Earth's patriarchal steadfast Peter rocks
deaf to nurturing calls of invitation
but best for flat plane echoing
climates full
uprising
evolving
revolutions
calling as we nurture echo-call,
crying as we nature fall,
supplying all we together recall
competing WinWin cooperations,
co-operators
of and for peaceful piracy,
creolic recreations,
trumping each reweaving species
relearning shared vocations
as Solidarity's apprentices.
Climatic avalanches self-invite
what we co-invited yesterday
as bounty.
I am out here on the strip.
Making men look at how I sway my hips.
I know many are in search of a relief (with)
No significant relationship in the mix.
No money
No sex
I have to take care of myself.
I am not just a piece ass out here.
Many I let pass by.
I am looking for the right guy,
In that I have a certain success rate on how I get paid.
The ones with the wife are always the smooth operators.
No money
No sex
I am not just a piece ass out here.
I am captivation of my existence.
Respite I felt, but then he stops to ask me was I available.
I said yes and asked what did he have planned.
His reply was a good time.
I smiled and these were my lines.
No money
No sex
I am not just out here as a piece ass.
I have to care for self.
Let’s go to my bordello to fulfill the rest.
This is my startup business.
Now, what's your name...
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Written December 21, 2015!
He roars from the distance, instilling in everyone, terror and fear
Approaching stealthily, though unseen, somehow you sense he's near.
Then, in an incomprehensible instant of time, before you can react
The lion lunges at you, the unwary prey, in an outrageous attack.
The roar is intentional, skillfully utilized, to inspire fear, to paralyze
Shaking, quaking, fearing imminent death, the hopeless ones realize
The time has come, ready or not, for their premature earthly demise
Perhaps unaware, that God has prepared for all, an earthly paradise.
The lion is a beast, an enraged animal, with an insatiable appetite
Targeting humanity, especially the innocent, inexperienced in the fight
Hatred and extremism, promulgated by evil men, wicked schemes roar
Propaganda machine running full steam operators tabulating the score.
Wicked people brutalizing others, committing atrocities are inhumane
Deceived human agents of a malevolent unseen lion who's gone insane
This diabolical lion, is on the prowl, ever watchful, seeking to devour prey
Righteous humans will survive unharmed, if they humbly seek God and pray.
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
I work in an office
where they call me a geek
You can call me a wizard
But don't call me a freak
I'm a happy soul
Yes a handy technician
Bright computer buff
handsome and good looking
I keep all the operators
Working it out
If a machine breaks down
I'm here to help out
But don't mess with me
I could ruin your day
One press on your keyboard
And I'll blow you away
You're the one to be left
Looking like a clown
So don't call me a freak
When I ain't around
I work in an office
where they call me a geek
You can call me a wizard
But never a freak
The workers in here
They come and they go
I belong in this office
I'm part of the show
Yes
I work in an office
Where they call me a geek
Not very polite
But it's better than freak
© Copyright KC. Leake
10th January 2015
All Rights Reserved
Purely Fictional !!
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