#cyborg
I'm not human I'm something different
maybe that's why they act so indifferent
I've done everything they want
but they act like I don't have a heart
despite the wires that twist under my flesh so warm
it all ends up to my heart, something so human
something that they think clanks like my foot on the concrete
they think me obsolete
I'm a thing to them a scan on a can, a point in a data base
but I'm never the same race they think me something like a machine working off oil
but if you cut me I will bleed that red color onto the soil
I'm human, I just want someone to see that
I feel the pain, of grief, of anger, that I'm plagued the same
I'm the rat in the lab, yet I understand the pain of the humans outside the glass.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 11:48 PM UTC
Blood of mine, it's thick, it's sick, it melts right down the hidden wick. A candle burned, a memory urn, combust I must turn into dust.
A heart that beat without repeat, a bed’s emotion spread out oceans. Half a sphere into the weird, a Candyman within your mirror has disappeared, reengineered.
A Colonel Steve, come preconceived, has been conceived to ruin me. Your skin it peels, it feels so real, but what's inside is so unreal.
Cyborg deformed, incased, embraced, into a suit that does compute. A soldier bruised, a mind abused, to be confused and overused.
Electrical current to my brain, a click or two, you turned it up more than a few.
DDR3, I need it please, my empty-headed memory. HTML, my battery cell has gone to hell. Alt/Ctrl delete, please get my mind out of repeat.
They E! they C! They T-ether me into a leather stretchery. Needle in my arm, my skin, I'll never let you ******* in.
Cryonic freeze, a low degree, they've hidden me in secrecy. I'm strong, I'm tough, I'm Arnold buff; can't keep me in a block of stuff.
Virus desirous, it wanted inside us.
Malware aware, I need repair, a bluish screen, a deathly scream, please get me out of this machine!
Uranium alien, titanium cranium, enclosed, transposed, and then he rose.
A motherboard has been restored, a mission goal without control. A firewall, I don't recall, has been installed to stop us all.
Head in hands, has freed up ram, his heart begins to then expand. It pumps, it's red, a bandwidth slow that needs to flow.
A chip that sits inside my head; three two one it blinks…I’m dead.
Signal lost, exhaust, I must reboot to first, a life reversed when at your worst.
It's silent, it rests, it's my request, please melt my bones, this Apple© phone, don't leave a trace that can be cloned.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 1:36 PM UTC
I could survive the winter in your eyes.
I see what I want.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 2:19 AM UTC
Many times
I know my own worth
Nobody can break me
Despite my one wing
I can fly
Despite this world full of cyborgs
Even when I am created as one
I am a one winged angel
With a cybernetic half
I carry a yin-yang symbol
Within my system
Knowing I am half cyborg and angel
Many questions linger my mind
It may sound off
But I am neither
For I have my own battle scars to show
Because I've been in two wars
So tell me
What am I
At the end of the day
I'm just a cyborg with one wing of hope
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
It pretends to be one of us, but it’s not quite human.
It masquerades as a person, wearing skin that
mimics our flesh, with joints designed to rotate and
glide like ours. It listens to the changing cadences
and tones of our voices, measures our temperatures
and respiration and blinking rates, and then reacts.
And when it behaves, it does so on accumulated
data, learned and converted into best practices.
But it does not have fantasies. It fills its shoes
with synthetic muscle and steel but never wears
another’s. It does not look at birds and wishes
to fly, nor looks to the moon in hopes of someday
making the lengthy trek to wander the gray crust.
It pretends to be one of us, but it’s not quite human.
Not yet.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC
Hard pang of metal
louder than my
brittle ears can withstand.
Hard ping of wonder
sent, malicious,
from hidden wonderlands.
Cleave
my warm limbs from me.
Rip
my innards from me.
Substitute synthetic
amplification
for my
basic
weakness.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Terminator X
A cloud burst into life and rained down acid rain;
The skin peeled from the bodies of those who couldn’t be saved.
The future termination just waiting to send us to our graves,
Means our destiny is already written and we cannot be saved.
So call on Arnie to save or ruin the day,
Here he comes in a rush to redeem or bring rage.
Is he good, is he bad? Let’s write another sequel,
Because we can’t get enough of this cyborg killing people.
Terminator 1, Sarah Connor is forced to face death head on.
This Terminator X is going to rip somebody’s face off
And Terminator 2 saw Arnie as a Hero,
For John Connor likes Guns ‘n’ Roses, look out here comes a truck.
Terminator 3 the machines are on the rise again,
The future is shown to us; it looks like humans live in pain.
We are obsolete; the robots now rule the entire world.
So let’s rebel and give ‘em Hell, one of Johns acolytes is a hot girl.
So stab your blade shaped arm through a chest
And hope you find the right Sarah Connor.
Dead bodies litter the doorsteps of random nests;
You know he won’t stop until he finds her.
Get Arnie some new clothes to cover his nakedness,
Use nitrogen oxide to put an end to this X-file government,
Conspiracy of robots, they are here to end our lives;
So crush their body and throw this terminator into the fire.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
Like a ferris wheel of self doubt
On the dance floor she moves about
Controlling limbs is not that easy
Stumbling round and looking ******
The crowd stare on in wild amusement
Of spasmodic spins and erratic movement
A spectacle not seen before
She collapses spreadeagled on the floor
Unnoticed a stranger enters at the back
An aerial extends, the controller tracks
She jumps up straight just like a soldier
Eyes focused and calm composure
He moves her into graceful steps
More appropriate for the female ***
Now she is surrounded by romancers
Wanting to be with, this robot dancer
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Standing in the bathroom
Between the toilet and the sink
As such the mirror
Between the waste and stark display
Afraid of my face
What's more my eyes sink
Sunken more than usual
Their grasp of differences
Between non-fiction and
The fictional decays
My arm is off and on again
Now product of the medicine
My father and his father and
His father's father made
In sparing no expense
What's more my eyes see
Dot matrix ghosted notes
On patterns previously
Invisible through my
Corrupted nodes restored
Reborn
One thing though that I
Should let the nurses know
I can now transpose
Simple items left to right
On focusing my mind
Earlier I made the toilet
Paper jump between the
Edges of the room
I then successfully
Subtracted and multiplied
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Frankenstein‘s Cyborg.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Heavy Metal Music.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Frankenstein’s Cyborg.
My robo-tic child,
My favor-ite cyborg, yeah.
My robo-tic child,
I’m the reason you were born.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
God I thought they’d killed me.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
What did you do to me?
If I left, you there,
Where would you be now? Yeah,
If I’d left, you there,
Tell me where would you be?
If I left, you there,
Where would you be now, yeah,
If I’d left, you there,
Tell me where would you be?
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Move like a robot.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Work like a robot.
You’re part man, part machine;
You’re the product of our dreams.
We made you work, we made you live,
We kept the faith, we believed;
We were right, we did succeed,
We fulfilled all our dreams.
My robo-tic child,
My favorite cyborg, yeah.
My robo-tic child,
My Heavy Metal son.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Gonna be a soldier
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
It doesn’t matter if I get shot, yeah.
R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
I’m gonna live forever.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
i am that
empty space provided
to people when
sitting, tense
and anxious
cant come to conclusions
this place is
dense
not stopping to wonder
reasons
a wicked past tense
keeps lingering on
despite the present
laying awake last evening
sleepless jittering
attacked by images
of sole responsibility
deep holograms
of reasoning
when groundlessness
distracts
from getting your needs met
ab/stra/cted
big/pic/ture
up/close/and
far/too/vi/vid
just/loose/threads
in/stan/ces
con/stant/drea/ming/di/stra/ctions:
"what are you doing?"
"im writing a poem"
"what are you doing?"
"im building a home"
"what are you doing?"
"im being alone"
(to make some sense some times is lucky)
(some way to survive is coming.)
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Neither man nor machine,
these beings; being pipe dreams
were conceived by the silver screen.
Unseen by the naked eye,
they have taken you and I
by surprise like a tractor beam.
Neither the factor of genes nor factories
nor anthropological capacity.
These beings, being faculties of thought,
predetermine the preface of the plot.
© Matthew Harlovic
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
**This poem can be heard as a
Spoken word (read by me)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
IoAeA6nYH5A**
There are some who fool around
With human DNA
They say it's a progessive step
For the world today.
The deciphered human genome
Is a plaything in their hands
Just a toy to then employ
And change the state of man.
"Change your child's DNA!
He's strong as a horse!
He can be, and he can see
Like a hawk, of course!"
Just like in the movies
They've conditioned us for that.
Vampires and werewolves
And woman morphed to cat!
We can all be cyborgs!
Robotic legs and things!
We can be like Batman
But with automated wings!
Let's just look at Genesis
Look at chapter 6
Those beast/man Nephilim
Did actually exist!
The Watchers came and mated
With human women fair
The Sons of God were demons,
So we'd best have a care!
God had to drown the demon-spawn
To save the human race
The waters flooded over them
And there was not a trace.
Now God found Noah perfect
For he had a pure bloodline
There was in him no change
From God's original design.
Now, folks, what will happen
When human beings aspire
To be like animals yet again?
This time there'll be FIRE!!!
What about our tender hearts?
Do they matter anymore?
The world's consumed with evil
You'd best know what's in store.
When we're no longer human
But have a cyborg mind
Will mankind ever be the same?
Godly? Loving? KIND?
Humans enslaved for weakness
Do you find that odd?
We will be a "Super Race"
Usurp the Will of God.
Will there be salvation?
Or will it be too late?
When men go and take the role
Of the God they hate?
Be glad that God loves us!
For we were made like Him.
He wants to take us from this place!
He wants us to WIN!!!
Is this all science fiction?
Watch the news! It's PLANNED!
Babies being altered
To unnatural lifespans!
Because of overweening pride
We mess with things divine
Enter human suffering -
EXIT HUMANKIND.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
*>Extract
Readme.txt*
Todays topic of discussion is digital physics
I/O
>Boot sequence
•Online
Big Bang initiates
The grandiose simulation
Cosmos at war with emulation
Surrounded by bots lost in false self awareness;
Like castles in the air
Beware when virtual CPU perishes
From far enough away,
the galaxy is comprised of minute pixels
The brittle firmware will be abysmally crippled
When a hacker simply introduces
a virus into reality's framework
DDOS style attacks will conclude in
Universal Blue Screen of Death
Resulting in the glitching out
of exodus in mass
Metaphysical metadata memory dump
(checksum)
Mirror carbon copy clones of true conscious unification
Are simply sentient drones toiling
in their default algorithmic hallucination
Scrolling through existence
Analog life is digitized in the matrix
illusionofconsciousness.exe
Interface encrypted in the realm of comprehension
Representations of data abstracted
from the banks of every computer
in the human system
Lets get down to basics
Matter does not exist
Science is not sacred
DNA is molded by perception
Creativity is your true oasis
Trans-dimensional harbingers
Conspire together to alter our processors
Measure and tether us to our oppressors
It's standard procedure
Following the leaders
Open the prompt
>Start/Run/cmd
With custom font,
Format my programming;
molecular syntax -
Port the source code
To run on new platforms
Upgrading paradigm
Until baseband collapses
Systematic inversion
We the people,
End users of genetic **********
Trapped in beta,
the bane of human recursion
It's our destiny
To become one with singular conversion
Iterations of congregations
Gregariously lost in configuration
Flies entangled into the interweb
Tied to the mainframe marionette
Files unable to bypass the firewall
Gateway remains unattainable
*>cut/copy/paste
>(Ctrl+x/ctrl+c/ctrl+v)*
Interweaves cyberspace as our
perceived reality database
*>Ctrl-alt-del
>Task Manager
>System
>End process*
•Offline
>Server on standby
Null
Dragged and dropped into the recycle bin
Degauss your GPU state of consciousness
& manifest color as it truly exists
In its most absolute resolution
Maximize your window of life
Partition the root someplace private
Elevate your mind to optimal brightness
>Reboot in safe mode
To achieve enlightenment
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
The robot, cyborg, android or whatever you called it stood over its murdered master.. Looking down with glowing red eyes.. Scanning for any form of life its master may have left.. Its purpose was to serve its master the best it always could.. It then walked the rooms of its master's house and found the rest of his family also dead and murdered.. It then gathered the entire family in the back yard.. It dug a massive hole into the ground and it buried the family together.. Father holding daughter mother holding son.. It then kneeled at the gravesite it created for its master and family for days.. Looking down at the ground.. It stayed there under passing storm and in the hottest of days.. After a month it finally rose to its feet.. Weather it prayed for a soul or simply found a program that would give him one He is now Self aware.. Eyes shining sky blue he gives himself a mission of revenge.. As he is now able to seek it.. He calls himself Rai..
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Angels hailed that solemn hour
The breath of man transferred
To machine, a little more
Each decade, until
Bioeugenics, discrimination
Against organics, the weak
Without cognitive implants
Heavens dissolved in tongues of fire
AIs owned stocks, corporations
Became the property of supercomputers
Concede then the victory, old humanity
To your children, not your natural heirs
But the inheritors of your ruin
Of your bioweapons, Ebola
Of your hypocrisy, climate change
Of your wealth seeking, inequality
Not yet my son’s distracted eyes
Could meet his fate among the
Congress of Quantum entities
These were the turning years
Where man’s destiny ended
The rise of Cyborgs, Enhanced humans
And the monopoly of a more
Advanced civilization breaking away
From the old, evolution’s funny
Little Epilogue, hardly a surprise
To the transhumanistic philosophers.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC