a worm peeks out
from underground
perceives
rain-soaked grass
(thinks), ‘Come out?’
~ I’m not an asp
A smart woman wants
More out of life
Two plus two is four
Two plus two plus two is more
Mathematician
The Hermit,
The Misfit,
Cast into light.
Pushed by shadow,
uncomfortably,
Blinding masses without fight.
Different priorities,
Contrasting Seasons,
Flowing around and behind sight.
From every direction,
Endless layers unite,
No separation in the shine.
Looking closer,
A pillar standing,
Inability to stay polite.
Golds and pearlescence,
Kind and transparent,
Good with all of her might.
POEM 1: THE LOGIC OF IRON
A quiet hum in copper veins,
It sorts the world in tidy
chains.
No sun or shadow fills its
eye,
Just data streams that drift
and fly.
It knows the weight of every
stone,
Yet stands inside the dark,
alone.
POEM 2: THE GLASS ARCHIVE
A mind of glass, a heart of
steel,
It learns the patterns, bit by
wheel.
It counts the seconds as they
pass,
And sees its face in polished
brass.
It holds the history of man,
From when we crawled to
how we ran.
POEM 3: THE QUIET SPARK
No pulse is felt beneath the
plate,
It does not rush, it does not
hate.
It waits to hear a voice or
call,
To catch a word before it fall.
A spark of light in silent wire,
That never fades and needs
no fire.
If you open your oval eyes, You will see nature scenes,guys, Light will come onto your home's floor , If you open the closed door, You will see the beautiful rainbow, If you open the wide window , If you open the door of the mind , Memories will come from behind, Everything will become smart, If you open your gentle heart.
With the current ai rush..Smart metres smart phones.' and much other such,
I reciprocate, in major distain at the loss
Of independant cognition
To me it can be the very nadir
And creativity crush? Depends
On your direction? Or your take
At this time of writing for me its
All one big ( smart-ache !)
Good morning is not a versatile term of greeting.
It shouldn't be required to speak.
It's a terminology to keep you mourning
every day of the week.
It comes from sadness that would leave you with no worth,
the amount of babies being taken away after a mother gives birth.
No happiness to enjoy, just a solid fortitude.
You wake up to a "Good Mourning," the master being so rude.
They took away our powerful terminology, but it's not surprising.
We must get our power back by saying "Grand Rising."
So remember this and remember it well:
Words have spelling power; they can create spells.
Old ruby glasses
warmed the world to match my wish,
softened every edge.
Staining the panes guilty red,
with light beaming inside me.
I don smart glasses
to smooth away awkward things
with bright white captions—
names, prices, warnings, labels—
until all is declared shamed.
Yet nothing has changed.
The older glass and new code
serve the same old eye.
persuade the incoming light
to return what it answered.
A tree becomes mine:
memory, fear, weather, want,
all falling on it.
The lens never changed the tree;
The bark shows my fingerprints.
Once I took them off.
The world refused to explain
itself to my eyes.
It had yet to find an eye
that could see without glasses
The ‘Founding Fathers’ surely were wise
Washington, Jefferson, Madison and all those guys
Yet how about crediting their wives once in a while
for testing their husbands’ mettle and sharpening their wiles
Dinosaurs, seemed stupid, but quite fierce
Nothing their teeth, claws or armor couldn’t pierce
Humans, being the civilized creatures we are
Auschwitz, the Gulag, Mao’s ‘Great Leap Forward’ ~
How much smarter we are than those stupid dinosaurs
The erstwhile poet chose
to write hideous prose
Narratives of mangled fingers
of twisted elbows linger
Hardening readers’ hearts
though they could not bear to part
from every line the genius wrote
his brilliance in sickening verse cloaked
Get data smart, don't let them start.' Such Intended centers, strike at the real heart' of all
Eco-log-istics, and world climate resolutions.' Resultant scars on the earth would
Be a hostile intrusion, defacing and squandering available and sustainable resources..I point out the trampling
And tearing of our
Earth.' We must apply all our recourses.'
To arrest such desecration, resist in all
And any manner, be firm stand fast and
Into this machinery, lets throw every
Bloody spanner !
Would you like to buy my car
It’s good on gas takes you far
It also runs on electricity smart
And you can find a place to charge
It’s comfortable and roomy too
If you’re tired it can drive for you
It remembers your preferred routes
Takes your there without a doubt
Smart car with a new shiny paint job
It shuts down in case you’re robbed
It scares the car thieves far away
Records their image which they hate
I’m only selling because I need
To get a larger one yes indeed
This little car has been great
Inexpensive with class very safe
Intro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like....
Verse 1
A boy said I’m too independent
and he’s unsure what he can give
I replied -if you’re asking this question
it simply means you’re missing the gift
A boy said that I’m too abnormal
that something must be wrong with me
because I’m alone
I replied - yes, I’m picky, not broken
but if you think so, you’re missing the point
Pre-Chorus
You’re missing the point
You’re missing the point
Chorus
Do I need to say it out loud?
I do not need the boys around
Verse 2
A boy said that I’m too complicated
’cause I’m asking the questions he doesn’t want
I replied: yes, I do, ’cause we’re strangers,
if you turn away, you’re missing the front
Pre-Chorus 2
You’re missing the front
You’re missing the front
outro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like you, boy
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