Spiritual Technology Poems

I wish I had a remote to control my thoughts 
It would be great to change the volume, mute or source
If only I could change...

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She no longer felt taunted by the race of it all
Could not sit around and watch a life fly by, before her eyes
An unkept promise...

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That rambling castle across the landscape bewitched my heart
As though divinity has signed, gorgeous is its art.
Are the cherubims relaxing, spreading out their legs and...

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Salvation in an App Store?

By Mark D. Stucky
Google Maps won’t work
for the way I feel lost.
Is there a salvation app
I can install on my phone
to...

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 What Would Jesus Tweet?

By Mark D. Stucky
What if Jesus joined
social media sites?
Would he ask people
to Friend and Follow him?
Would they then tweet,
“Oh, how I...

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Digital is the Devil
and my
Does he revel
In the details of sin
A vile lottery
That everyone will win
Big winners
All around
Clapping happily
To the sound
Of feeding morbid pleasures
In unlimited...

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Faint flame emergent from neurotransmitters.
The brain, a torch arranging patterns of awareness,
patterns of recall, encounters, adventures, and ordeals.
Covert consciousness realized in coma patients,
detected in vegetative...

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I reach for my immortality as my human body dies
my mind alone survives up in the skies
Download my brain from the cloud above
into a clone...

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In a dark lens, light reflects… 
   Fast... Glowing!
     In the glass, it shows, darkly our world 
 ...

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I have often gazed 
up at the sky, and 
off at the sea – sensing
a certain innate airiness
about me; told of relationship
between fishes and me...

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Toil in complex hidden things, 
secret spirits within moving parts 
of shadowed arts a world within worlds 
doors open on to cryptic passages.

Open on to...

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Man has built the beast 
Rought from blood and bone 
sweat and tears of creation 
man has built the engines that
feast on the body blood...

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Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in...

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...The humans call it the Armistice Day,
the end of conflict between man and machine,
but that name always sounds so weak to us,
the humans can’t understand...

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...We knew of religion, academically,
considered it a plague of human thought,
illogical and not of that much use,
certainly not something a machine sought!

But dazed as I...

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