I consider myself a technologically savvy old geezer. With a simple utterance of “Hey Google, show me cute puppy videos” my world is filled with hours of mindless entertainment. I can do Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Linked-In about as well as any old-fashioned Neanderthal. With all this modern-day technology at my fingertips you’d think my need for paper and pen would be overcome. Not true. All this technology represents the one thing that destroys my creativity. ‘DISTRACTIONS’. Maybe it’s the fact that a pen or a pencil can only do one thing. Transfer my thoughts to paper. No puppies sliding down a snow-covered hill, what’s the weather in Outer Mongolia, or share this photo and God will send you money. There is just me, a pencil and a clean sheet of paper. Nothing creates inspiration more than a sharp Ticonderoga #2 pencil or a fine point red stick pen. Or maybe it’s just that my addled old brain gets so easily sidetracked by shiny baubles.
We shall overcome
unless we’re distracted first—
Oooh cute baby goats
We are the cutting edge of a thousand God seeds.
Right now, right here.
No time before, so advanced, safe, enlightened,
scientifically sound and technologically easy
to be the best of you.
Stand in an infested swamp
your survivability has never been so likely.
Yesterday was dangerous, today the odds have improved.
This is the best time to be alive in.
This is the best of times to fall ill in,
even the best day or night to die in.
We are the forward wave of what comes next.
Right here and now we step away from the unnecessary,
tomorrow will be another leap forward
as we move away from the dull drudgery of our history.
Are you Free?
Happy?
Fulfilled?
Inspired by adversity?
Child of this moment,
did you think you could have everything?
A future of humanity will blur our identities into "transhumanism."
Future humans will consider themselves as "technologically" superiors.
When we will be probably all delusional and so-called tech slaves
A Horse will be your faithful friend, and let's live in a cave.
No smart technologies! Yes! That will set you FREE!
Do not put your brain in a box, Do not put keep the heart in a cage!
Caves will be a better place than a digital slave society.
We are losing our freedom of thought and speech day by day.
Apps, websites, software, self-driving cars are following you.
There is not any place for you to run; there is no city to hide.
The eyes of technology are watching you!
When self-deceived society will show off their willful ignorance,
Wise people will hide and cover their enlightened knowledge!
When robots and artificial intelligence will be future leaders of nonsenses
I will be the leader of sheep, goats, and chickens!
When people will be blind with their open eyes
Society will be dead with beating hearts.
I will be a prisoner by choice...!
Adam and Eve, first parents on Earth
did showcase God’s creative* wondrous worth…
their handed genes of Sovereign handiwork victory
still reign over this technologically-invaded territory.
Genesis 1:27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.
November 17, 2020
We live in a time
Where people will
Instantly and instinctually
Grab their cell phones
To record someone in need of help
Instead of rushing to help them
And I wonder…
What did they do before they owned one?
Kale Brereton
November 16/18
I never figured out
On VCR’s how to record
And when my friends used TIVO,
I was also not on board.
So all that I could watch were shows
Or movies when they aired.
I guess that I was simply
Technologically impaired.
Not anymore! For I can tune
To cable On Demand,
Where lots of series, films and such
Are there at my command.
So on a freezing afternoon,
My TV did provide
A top-notch movie I enjoyed
While snug and warm inside.
Engineered for perfection,
genetically enhanced
A new model of cloned humans,
so technologically advanced
They make real humans obsolete
So you try to pass in this new brave world,
get yourself a full scan genome work up
All of the prelim specs indicate
you got what it takes ... the right mix to integrate
into the clone collective
Go trade your hereditary flaws in,
get a cloned new epidermal blend
Get the lab factory body parts,
guaranteed not to let cancer
start cellular growth from within
You also get a positronic neural network feed,
the latest in gen eng computer mapped memory
Natural birth humans are now an oddity
It’s all now a different world,
than the one you came from 120 years ago
Real humans live off the grid,
but they never can hide for long ...
their true age do always show
I, the technologically challenged one,
am surfing the web even as we speak.
I thought computers would be one and done,
but now I find that we must all speak Greek
and learn the ins and out within a week.
This is nothing new; it's gone on for years.
I learned the basic Word and Excel stuff
once upon a time, but none of it clears
a temp agency, it's just not enough.
So in the end I'm playing blind man's bluff.
what is a server
i use white-out on the screen
with ev'ry typo
They do not give a flying carpet
about the doctrines and laws they have heard
and unlearned from sages and prophets;
the future, they believe, is in a test-tube,
carrying Man's seeds for survival.
The society has become so technologically
advanced, that mothers want their babies
to grow up with a look they prefer;
they also want disease-free babies.
Scientists work around the clock like ants
in white coats,
as they come up with the society's needs,
after months of sleep deprivation
and nature upgrading.
Man believes he has created a future of his choice,
cloning humans who don't kill, don't steal,
don't scam, don't get sick......
Man has created a new human race of the Golden Age,
whose future generations will forget they were clones of purity
and perfection, returning back to state of Old Humanity.....
Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically.
It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,
washing away the old world order. What's left in its stead will be radically different. Societies will be rearranged, realigned and in many instances totally washed out of existence. We will communicate wirelessly seemingly telepathically all connected thru the web. The global brain linking up with artificial intelligence when it arrives on the scene. Countries will melt away as those distinctions lose there meaning. Progress will then be so rapid as to be a blur. We'll explore outer space but inhabit virtual space blending the two in ways unexplainable. A Brave New World indeed.
A BOX FACTORY
During the time of enslavement,
Many stories were told.
Life as a Mississippian was not uncovered.
In Black History, no one knows the tale
Of Wolfe’s Plantation there in the hills.
Life is a plentiful.
They farm cotton and planted corn.
They raise pigs, chickens, and hogs.
They fish as a pastime.
They embraced their struggles and strife.
Down the road a bit is a colored man’s home.
He’s jubilant in his daily chores.
He works hard to take care of himself.
He loves his family and provides their financial support.
He is a tenant farmer and a leader for the plantation boss.
Life is a holistic nub.
Jep gives his first and foremost respect to the Lord.
He had taken over the farm for his father.
Wolfe’s Plantation was different from the others.
Imagism veraciously boxed.
Today, technologically constructed for stratagem and discovery.
This box factory is metropolis revamp.
Yesterday can be revived innovatively once again.
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Penned February 05, 2015!
The air is full of something that I've long forgot.
Technologically everything seems to have changed.
But with the new found evolutionary beginings.
My soul is flying on clearer dreams of yesterday.
Twenty sense for every song in my new catalog.
An afternoon turns into night while I drift with the sound.
I breath in all the memory's that I once knew.
As my heart falls in love all over again.
The silouettes upon the screen, reminders of the past.
Fading in and out with memories they cast. Ooop's. :)
Supertramp is having such a way with my soul.
The ebb and flow of emotions is the sweetest ride.
When the final day decide's to come.
And fade out the last remaining song.
There'll be no need for me to cry.
For I have heard heaven calling all along.
silken threads bind
the tree of life,
skeins of hope
tying all
deep into the soul
of the earth
but,
the dirt trembles and shakes
big minds wander
the lost halls of learning
they go where others
dare not tread,
risking all
with each step
tremendous machines
chew through the skin
of the planet
ripping and shredding
the life out of Gaia,
she is dying
a day at a time
Great leaders in denial
lead their people
towards a precipice,
all the time
their eyes are closed
hoping like fools
their delusions
aren't their downfall
like lemmings
a blinded society
technologically
numbed
are blinkered,
the mountains
begin to tumble
as the rivers
ease their flow
the grass browns
as the days burn hot
killing the elderly
sickening the child,
the air burns throats
and lungs
as industry
churns out poison
waters run with blood
buildings fall
into the chasm
all the while the answer
lies within
a seed of hope
is carried in the atoms
that hold us all together,
wind the silken thread
around this pearl
saving all that ever was
A bolt-on accessory capable of being
Bolted to truck without crumbling
One like a thunder bolt rumbling
On a hundred distant track
This thunder bolt is a super machine of sorts
Perfected into a system of receptacle ports
Bolt is an example of that perfection
Bolt has legs rather than tyre pegs
A perfectly sculpted knees rather than alloy wheels
Boltedly stable, dependable, reliable, efficient and magnificent
Technologically cutting-edge and blisteringly fast
Reminding all a 9.68 times past
A Ferrari ready to stand against the all deadly-bolted thunder
Mind you, humble not the thunder whose bolt you hear rumble
A gun boomed and rumbled all around
A swift bolt rumbles out of the blue
Vroom vrooom vroooom vrooooom……. A thunder bolt machine
Speed is his thrill
A lightning bolt more than a Ferrari?
Mind boggling, intriguing, captivating
Mr. Thunder Bolt you left a trail of devastation
What is your destination?
"An Olympic vacation sir, a trip from Kingston to London to blaze a new world record"
Well-done Mr. Thunder Bolt! See you again in Rio de Janeiro
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