Short Hardwired Poems
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hardwired to
harbor intense
negativity
never letting
it go
never able to
move past
events
trapped
never to escape
hurts of the past
Counting them on one hand,
the fingers dismembered,
but remembered 'siempre' and
a day beyond that, because
hardwired to give it, both body
and soul, should anyone ASK,
she was playing a role. She
gives amnesty now, knowing
needs were at odds in petitioning
the gods: seeking Asclepius,
not Eros, desperate to heal.
He feels less photogenic
as he ages
more pornophobic,
watched
and found wanting
with judgment
and not amazement
As he displays his patriarchal
militant
fading software
No longer hardwired
for ballistic climates
as needed,
wanted,
craved
Extracting verbal dominance
from compassion's great
green
groaning nonviolent climax.
The mind is an echo
Reflecting someone's belief
Like the notion of death
That leads us to grief
Merely bundles of thought
Tied up in the past
Forming identity layers
We compare and contrast
Programmed for survival
Hardwired with fear
Emotional alarm systems
For when I am not here
The mind is deceiving
With a compass I roam
One dwells in yourself
To find the way home
Sipping formaldehyde with medical hype
A lab coat cloaked sterile destiny
Balding with bare hands to compute
Imprinting watery vitality to a blue tooth
Chip sensor, genetic desire plunges
Closeted towards strapped hardwired control
Engineers veer deaths machination icons
As chirping screens bleat out information barriers
To pass through fat nurses and white hallways
The delayed security of death
Breeding time,
Pursuing nature's conquest.
Hardwired
Blood turns to wine
Desperate desire lies dormant in all,
For life to prevail.
Knowledge of our existence looms
Deep in our minds
Everything transpires
Here lies humanities grace
Amid our mistakes.
Potential unbound
Passion is a seed
A driving force
Behind man's nature
Exists a lust for truth
It keeps us alive
It takes us to the moon.
Right now I’ve still got all this fight in me,
even as I wage war with bulletproof;
I’m ready sucker punch for the knockout;
Enemies try but just fall short daily,
hardwired sarcasm explodes with a poof;
This was never an exhibition bout.
What lies deep within will not diminish,
I wish this inner conflict would ease ooph!
I’d gladly laugh and let go of this shout,
but I can’t seem to cross the line finish
the route.