Which algorithm is going to understand me understand sentiment behind what I do It is coded for catching the patterns For them we are just there to generate the data to process What insights will they create about me when I'm just the outlier they will remove me to get cleaner results Generalise the problem that it won't cater to me technology is not the slave they make us dance to their tune We change, as much as they advance Develop worse habits change our routines from when we were in the more happier place to a place which comes with waves of sadness.
Singing up on the fly, the sea touches the cloud. Dancing on the ground, it won't slip off the floor, it won’t drop a drop! Curiously algorithmic, runs on the go leaps or dips, but never is a gone goose! Programmed clouds sing and drop!
Breath the air in zeroes and ones, Gather your forces and gather your guns, Feel electricity flowing through you, Paint oozing red from pulsating blue. A network of neurons fuels violent vigor, Process their fear and pull on the trigger.
Will life, angry, feel lost? Rain love. Stand(ing on the) earth, sadness eyes. Beautiful pain-man, (for you, I) air deep wonder. (Lost in a) broken time ride. Storm (on)... Cry, dead heart. Innocence? Worth? Sleep, summer dreams. (I remain.)
An experiment I did with the top three lines of words on my profile. I wanted to use them, in order, to write a new poem. The words in parenthesis I have added. Honestly, it isn't bad.
Singing up on the fly, the sea touches the cloud. Dancing on the ground, it won't slip off the floor, it won’t drop a drop! Curiously algorithmic, runs on the go, leaps or dips, but never is a gone goose! Ah, holy smoke, what did you drop?
There must be an algorithm for the Fate in the A.I. of existence and I am aware that you want to encrypt it. I wish I could have all the answers you desperately seek. But I don't. Yet still, I can be your skeleton key in this closed space to open the doors toward the unbeknown. Because for learning by doing - as Aristotle said at once -, we could read ourselves into the rules of staying beneath the wrinkles of Time.