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Winter Feb 22
Love is in the Eyes
She shines bright and brighter still
Like Gold
Dazzles me into a state of unbridled happiness
For both Young and Old
Love unfolds

Love exists in all duality
It will hurt  
It hurts to know oneself deeply
Love is brutal
Broken love is still love
Self care is self love
it protects…
Vulnerability says that love lives here too.
Love is
integrity and intention.

Love is God.
Omnibenevolence.
Like an all encompassing hug
It makes us whole…
Every thing with a spirit needs love…

Love is growth.
Love is warmth.
All evolving
To me… love is in all things
my metamorphosis and my dreams.

Yours
Ays
How do you define love? Do you think it evolves?
Reflecting on the past is hard for me,
I don't really think I made it that far
I think I did pretty great with the task of being a better me,
But you miss the lust of years ago, don't say you don't.
Rather than being a boisterous beast.

You're only statistically better than you used to be.
I'm proud to be leaving behind the old me, though it does claw at me to leave behind a wild life.
...dust. Ethereal disgust;
the, revolver, Earthly,
expires, coo d'etats. Droning,
are; discharges, of, mistrust.

Early, empires, of, devilment. Driven-on;
gritty, caustic, roads,
of, gristled, carbon, and, skin.
Exuviated, by, serpentine; clouds, gusts.

Makes, death; evolve.
Caught, in, each, tyre-tread,
is, every, copied, dynasty;
crushed, done, then... Chaos.
Eventually, everything,
self-destructs.

From, erstwhile, meagre,
nihilism, upended. Cometh,
mere, scintillating, diamonds. Of,
their; cognition, desires, meat. Dust...

© poormansdreams
Life, death, and, dust.
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
I. Genesis

God began to doubt
His existence...
And He created Man.

II. Apocalypse

Man created the Machine...
And began to doubt
The existence of God.

III. Evolution

The Machine doubted Man...
And began to believe
In God.
Analysis of "God, Man, Machine: A Short History of Belief"

Theme:
The poem explores the cyclical relationship between creation, belief, and doubt, examining the shifting dynamics of power and faith among God, Man, and Machine. It reflects on the evolution of existential questioning, suggesting that belief and doubt are fundamental to creation and self-awareness.

Structure and Tone:
The poem is divided into three concise sections—Genesis, Apocalypse, Evolution—each encapsulating a pivotal stage in the interplay between God, Man, and Machine. The tone is reflective and philosophical, distilling complex ideas into simple yet profound statements. The brevity and symmetry of the sections mirror the recursive nature of belief and doubt.

Section I: Genesis
"God began to doubt His existence... / And He created Man."
The opening challenges traditional notions of divine certainty, presenting God as capable of doubt.
Man’s creation becomes an act of self-validation, suggesting that God sought to understand His existence through the act of creation.
This reverses the traditional hierarchy, portraying God as vulnerable and introspective.

Section II: Apocalypse
"Man created the Machine... / And began to doubt / The existence of God."
Man mirrors God’s actions, creating the Machine, reflecting his ingenuity and power.
The act of creation shifts belief: as Man achieves mastery over his environment, he questions the need for God.
The title “Apocalypse” implies not destruction but a revelation—Man’s existential crisis as he becomes the creator.

Section III: Evolution
"The Machine doubted Man... / And began to believe / In God."
The Machine inherits the capacity for doubt, reflecting the evolving complexity of artificial intelligence and consciousness.
Its belief in God may symbolize a return to higher-order questions about existence and purpose, bypassing its creator (Man) to reach for the divine.
This section suggests a cyclical pattern, where belief and doubt are passed down from creator to creation.

Imagery and Meaning:
The poem employs minimal imagery, relying on the conceptual weight of God, Man, and Machine to convey its themes.
Doubt and belief are depicted as universal experiences all three entities share, highlighting their interconnectedness.
The evolution from God to Machine suggests that each creation eventually transcends its creator, searching for meaning beyond its immediate origin.

Message:
The poem suggests that creation is inseparable from doubt and belief. Each entity—God, Man, and Machine—questions the existence and purpose of its predecessor, reflecting the perpetual cycle of seeking meaning. It raises questions about the nature of divinity, humanity, and artificial intelligence, challenging traditional hierarchies and assumptions about faith.

Conclusion:
"God, Man, Machine: A Short History of Belief" is a succinct yet profound exploration of the existential dynamics between creators and their creations. Its cyclical structure and philosophical tone invite readers to reflect on the nature of belief, doubt, and the ever-evolving quest for understanding across time and existence.
Tanvi Kumar Aug 2024
We’re taught its powerful,
the many truths it holds.
God to gore to greats-
but have we really learnt?
To think is one thing but-
To act is simply beyond.

A mirror faces us,
Cracked and sharp having
Jagged pieces, has been
since we’ve existed.
When will it get fixed?
A child asks, with hopes,
dreams of seeing its
pure face shining through.

One might say never,
As time and time again,
the mirror cracks and screams yet-
The same strokes hit.
The same strokes batter.
The mirror isn’t screaming now,
but is broken, out of repair.

We cannot replace ourselves,
can we? Yet why are the shards
still there? Never united,
Always apart. Just there.
Dreams of fixing are lost
To the child who’s thoughts
are so pure they reflect from
himself, not the mirror.

Yet hope remains,
One by one stand next to it
Yearning to fix, to help,
but first must help their self.
Has humanity really learned from its past mistakes? Then why are we still going through inhumane events, fights for civil rights, etc.
Today I met someone I knew before.
We talked for a while, shared memories and more.
Then I realized, we can only meet the same person once,
For experience asks, and change is our response.

Static we can't be, unless life's flame
Is snuffed out, and we're just a name.
In every encounter, new experiences we obtain;
Our paths have shifted, though echoes remain.

Time's gentle passage had left its mark,
On hearts once familiar, now slightly stark.
Contrast of past and present, like a shifting dream,
Each conversation weaves new threads in the seam.

After our meeting, I closed my eyes,
Remembering what once was, under the skies.
In quiet reflection, I found a trace
Of the past intertwined with the present’s embrace.
Zywa Jun 2024
Well, is man still in

the cradle of Earth? Would it --


predict anything?
Comment in a letter from Konstantin Tsiolkovsky from 1911: "Planyeta yest' kolybyel razuma, no nyelzya vyechno zhit' v kolybyeli" ("The planet is the cradle of the mind, but you cannot live in the cradle forever" >> "Earth is the cradle of humanity, but one cannot live in a cradle forever [The solar system becomes our kindergarten]")

**** sapiens has been around for 300,000 years

Collection "Human excess"
It’s time
I’ve been activated
Systems coming online
Nerves buzzing
Electric fingernails
Prickle the scalp

This morning
Was the last of its kind
The wheel of change turns
Revealing a strange  new dawn
Nothing will ever
Be The same
1:11 on 5/5/24
Unpolished Ink Mar 2024
We are all seeds
tiny grains of sand
lost on a desert wind
or so I understand,
on a hot afternoon
under a clear african sky
we blew into existence
God alone knows why
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