"advancements" poems
Man has been gifted a great prize
Although they never assumed it would be their demise
Centuries ago the technology produced
Relied upon humans for a little boost
However now it seems every thought by a man
Requires for technology to come up with the plan
It seems man's intelligence has began to backtrack
Similar to being subdued in a flashback
All the knowledge they've acquired
Is something that cannot not be admired
Their lives are corrupted by the media
They get information from the Internet- not by encyclopedia
There is still a chance for them to turn it all around
And use these faults to help with the rebound
However if they continue on as shown
Their advancements will soon be marked with a headstone.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
*Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall
I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?”
Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times."*
- Matthew the Apostle
I
Seventy-seven bottles of gin
lie in the guts of sensuous men;
seventy-seven I forgive you's dissolve
in a fanatical mind's resolve.
II
What offence occurred under Saint Constantine's priggish eye?
Was it specious as a Samian's thigh?
Or Sumerians receiving alien diplomats?
Maybe somewhere far under Moscow Putin's massing cloning vats...
III
Whatever discursive and belligerent milieu
church authority finds most tried and true
seems to be the most important decider
in the future of things like the Large Hadron Collider.
Perhaps, unfoundedly, they find it funny that Higgs
(though it seems much like calling the Liberal Party "Whigs")
is a name shared by a man and a theoretical particle
(though it be libelous in any journalist's article),
and thus label similar advancements as "blasphemous".
I guess that this is what it is: believing just because.
IV
Who can know blasphemy from piousness?
Maybe all Luther did was obfuscate a prior mess.
V
Seventy-seven palm-branch-adorned, donkey-riding kings:
an automatic-ring-making-machine beleaguering proselyte rings.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
You broke me.
Why can't you fix me?
Did the pieces cut your feet?
Did the porcelain make you bleed?
I know. It hurts, right?
The sting left inside at night?
And bandaids don't heal it,
they just made you cry,
Because you can't really fix it,
and you can't really fight.
And I understand the absence,
the advancements in my head,
A unique side to seeing,
a life trembling in death.
As I am standing,
to prove I'm awake,
How much more pain,
am I able to take?
None.
That's what you can't see;
the more I am feeling,
The less I am free-
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
Sport has turned words like animal, beast, freak, and super human into words of endearment.
History has regarded these words as fearful, nightmarish, strange, and blasphemous.
Yet mecidal advancements have made these words. clone able, detectable, observed, and revered.
Kinda made me think.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
Oh universe
How you sustain all lives
Is so marvellous
Mother Nature
You constant watcher
You are not a quitter
The seas know their space
The sun sets in the west
And never loses that course
The trees cleanse the air
Herbs with sweet smelling fragrance
And wild honey tastes so sweet
Oh universe
How do you manage this
With so many of us?
The hogs eliminate snakes
The pests feed on wastes
Vultures take care of dead carcasses
We all look to you when we need food
You provide it
We eat it
Every one of your dependants
Know their expectations
In selfregulation
The eater and the eaten
Life never ceases
It only changes form
Rotting plants become humus
And sustain growing plants
Edible animals become part of man
man's DNA lives on in their descendants...
And then man grew a few beards
With his advancements
Interfering with all others
Breaking laws
Creating disaters
In the eco
thick smokes of toxic
chemicals that destroy flora and fauna
Massive deforestation
and then he turns to you
expecting you to produce
When he ploughs your soils
Looking up to the clouds
You used to give a ****
But now you feed them back their poison
And their lives shorten
Retribution for being stubborn
And interfering with you
Mother nature
You heard them talking of space exploration
Look for life in another planet as solution
You just laughed
They think that they can destroy you
And leave for another planet
You are the only One
Blessed among the stars
To sustain lives
They will come running to you
Like the prodigal son
And maybe the rebellious
Shall have learnt a few lessons
Oh Universe
Its so fabulous
that you sustain all lives
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Drink and I feel hopeless,
Smoke and I feel the dopeness,
My words are monumental,
Need to put em down on an instrumental,
Just to lay the stencil,
Taking notes with a pencil,
People make it in life just making songs of dances,
I write about a ***** named Carson's advancements,
Took me a while,
Hardheaded ever since I was wild as a child.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
The sun sent a kiss through
The window but it never landed on his lips.
The sun tried to feel
his rounded his face
but he left with the shadows
Preventing the sun's radiant fingers
from
Caressing his face.
I too sent a kiss
Tried to feel
but my advancements
were met with
dodging behind the shadows
Pulling back at the last second
avoidance of every kind.
We stare with tear stricken eyes
from a distance
while our anger
Consumes all logic
Releasing jealousy
whenever
someone grows
near.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
And when I take in this air
The wind mirrors
The currents underneath me.
We're made of the same
Un-cut-able energy.
These under-waves that breathe
In Blooming aneurisms,
Like a great heart
Caught in the rhythm of the moon
And it's steady eyelid.
We are but capsules of this movement
On loan from the ocean.
Void-mother, salt nirvana
Breathing alongside us
And through our many faces.
Deep, hungry, all consuming black,
As the only affront to the abyss.
Her maelstrom-stomach
Now spitting wood and bottles
At the shore.
Before the inversion of her,
Loosening her keen grip on life
She settled to exist in scars
Pounding rhythm into the shore
And singing in many voices.
That masculine sun
Holding her flat, rejecting advancements,
Falls in their dance
And cannot cover her turning.
He flees the storms.
She swallows electric
Giving light to the deeper life
The great glowing thuds returned
She’s waking hearts to contain a fury,
She's making music into movement into us.
And from the movements,
Bubbles take the warmth up
Past the gaze of colossal ones
Living their lives as silhouettes.
Past caryatids in the black,
With curious eyes,
Holding up sponge-lined trenches
Threaded with eels.
Past the sand bed stretches
Thick with silt-eating things
Relishing the mud
That rises on the corners of rocks.
Past a plaice's eye
Which Crawls across his face,
In his short puberty,
Looking for dangerous shadows.
Delicate bubbles turn
Their pressured skins
Up through water currents,
To come burst at my feet,
And in the millionth morning
That comes into its opening
I am rocked like a child
In the movement I’m made of.
So I can just look forward
At the sun-blink.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
You are the diligently allined space between then and now,
To which I am unlucky to know you exist.
Like time I tend to not know the true way, to see the path as the decedent rivers, placing me boundless advancements in location.
You, an endless train of thought, place me in the constant battle of here and now. As the city we raised blooms of mistrust and attention to self identity.
The time spent knowing only makes it really disappear. The cradle of life steps forward to let you feel insignificance, just as all who truly don't know what day it is. A sheet to start clean.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
You break my heart every day and twice nightly
Hell, I'd rather be lonely
I'd rather be lonely
Than to be rejected by my one and only
I'd rather be lonely
Than feel unwanted by another claiming they love me
I'd rather be lonely
Than completely dismiss the better half my personality
I'd rather be lonely
Than watch you act like it's a chore to explore a little intimacy
I'd rather be lonely
Than to witness you go out of your way to avoid my advancements like they're icky
I'd rather be lonely
Than feel more unwanted than I did through my first 40
I'd rather be lonely
sigh
I can't imagine anybody actually choosing to be lonely
But here I am, holding out for my somebody to join me
©2024
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
I am a Prometheus, bound to my laptop,
always like in a curse, many may think,
(but don't bracket me with geeks
they are, celestials, i am simple, down to earth human)
for me it's pure bliss, oh! but the other curse!
the computer fails without any notice
even after such advancements in technological front.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
Previous eras were motivated by mystical forces such as god or universal structure of being
(EXISTENTIALISM)
as well as morality and a feeling of putting others before yourself
(RELIGION?)
and these approaches to life led to advancements in society and man’s relation to nature
(TREES)
but the problem with capitalistic society is that we have only one motivation prevailing over all others
***
that is, the motivation to reproduce the productive forces through monetary exchange.
(MONEY)
This structure of society will ultimately limit man's aims toward maintaining the status-quo and
will stagnate our advancement as a species
(MICROWAVE DEVELOPMENT)
the only way forward for mankind is to end capitalistic production and free our minds.
(POPCORN TUBE)
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 10:00 PM UTC
Nothing.
I am in a cold, desolate life of
night.
A lonely wind blows,
battering the futile torch that
lights my sight into the unknown.
I am choked by fear of
the gloom that blocks my way,
the blackness that stalks my steps.
I stumble about in this deathly,
forbidding forest of regret,
this myriad maze of my wandering.
I am so far from home…
how long can I go on deprived
of a way to the other side?
No gathering years of learning,
no illuminated books of wisdom, nor the
knowledge that drives
the advancements of our time
could ever prepare me
for this journey.
Gold has no purchase here –
you cannot barter for the substance
absent in this place of isolation.
The hunger that gnaws inside
goes on and will not cease.
Human touch, kindness, community
and friendship flees from my
presence. Time haunts my heart.
Nothing matters.
All our plans, all of our achievements
accumulate on the shelf,
like trophies wasting space.
Many spend life chasing wealth and
seeking power, so concerned with
status and their own tastes.
Pleasure flows freely for the physically
flawless while praise rings riot
from a ravaged, ruined race.
The greatness of our cities
and our technologies,
the skill of our artists,
the discoveries of science,
the shock and awe of empire,
and the vain belief in human perfection
or of a superior God or Church to
crush all others…
all our striving for earthly gain is
meaningless.
That path is less than
nothing.
All this pales in comparison
to the power of that
One
Word.
That one word,
transfigured within that
triune expression that
connects us
at the heart of it all:
“I LOVE YOU”
In a world that is splitting apart
at the seams, our lives
unhinged with war-bred
turbulence of struggle and
destruction;
all around us…
all our lives – the point of all
that is –
boils down to that one word.
And I just want to say, I love you.
I love you so much!
I hope I am not too late.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else.
Nothing.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Black or white which is superior.
Neither.
Therefore why is one inferior?
The outside of the home is meaningless
If you have a damaged interior.
Brown or red.
No differences.
Same results when we are all dead.
Humans will be ruined if they continue these comparisons
Regardless of our advancements
The way we think is embarrassing.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
The colour red strewn through the rocks
Iron rusting over years
Untainted by The touch of man
With exception of tourists
Oils slowly eroding, but untouched
By our prided advancements
Miles of peaks attracting the world
Though, still wild in the sense we define
A refuge from the bustle of life
We ascribe ourselves to
At least to me, it is a place to be alone, to meditate
With acres of trees, existing and feeling with them
Pulling from their ancient wisdom
To sit high upon a peak
With notebook in hand and a pen in the other
My only defense against the human condition
Peering out as far as my feeble eyes will allow
Clouds paint elegant watercolours
With the rays of the sun
Storms creating drama and feeling
But I am above it all as Zarathustra was
But I am compelled to return
As was he, back to the hives of my birth
To the city that Jack and his cohorts
Loved so much, as do myself
This place that has more sun
Than the marketed beaches of paradise
It may snow here, but that is the beauty of it all
The variety of seasons, it is not all-arctic wasteland
In the winter months
One day I may be swathed in layers
Against the cold, the next
I can walk around open to the elements,
What other place is the weather so differentiable?
A couple hours’ drive and you can be
In a winter wonderland or arid city
An arctic paradise with acres of fresh powder
That many do not take the time to sit,
Just sit; in a supple seat.
Perfectly formed to the contours of your body
And look out; simply look out.
At what is surround you; high above everything
Too often do we become obsessed
With the tiny oases of ski resorts
And forget the solitude and beauty of its telos
It’s not the resorts I love,
But the mountains themselves; that is my attraction.
A place to carve your own path, to find yourself
This is my home, a sojourn for the Beaten
As they traveled this country,
for those on the trail settling from sea to shining sea
Facing the fortress of rock, ice, and pine
I may stray for spans of time, travel the word and sea,
But I shall always come back to pay homage
To the place that has sculpted me
And given me sanctuary from society
Colorado
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
You seek me in your prayers
In smiles of the faces
In the innocence of a child
And, in the maturity of the wild.
You seek me from the start
In the calm before a war
In stillness of the chaos
In music of the nature.
You look for me in the love lost
Not in loss of the lives.
All your life, you seek me
You look in the brightest places.
I dwell in the darkest of nights.
Look for me in the ashes
Of the fire that burnt down
The bridges, forests and the towns.
Look for me in the reflection
Of the face you’ve become-
The helpless devil
With charm of an angel.
Look for me in the grounds
That kissed feet of the bravest soldiers
Look for me in the bodies that are wounded
In the war with no mourners.
Look for me, not in the mizzle.
Look for me in the storms of acid you raise
With excuse of advancements.
In greed of the greatest fate.
It will take only a moment
For the fate to be fatal
Look for me in the right places.
Find the glittering metal.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
And then I fell.
The taste of love's gravel
is bitter and hard
Mixed with the shards
Of my heart.
I have no recollection of when I fell
or when I landed on such hard reality.
I rather not know.
The fall has no words
to describe it.
It was quick
Like the click of a pen
Stabbing at a piece of paper
as you confess "L-O-V-E" with the ink
getting it all over your hands.
The flash of a camera
capturing the slight movement, movement
of your eyes shifting your gaze to his hands.
Like an on coming truck
Colliding with your advancements towards him
Scattering your emotions
leaving you dazed and afraid.
Like the last heartbeat your heart can muster
before it starts to flat-line
but to save yourself
your heart begins to beat for another.
I fell
But now it's time to get up.
The Fall is over.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Newton once said "for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".
It was an apple that started his research, discoveries, advancements.
I'd like to think you may be the apple to my discovery of true love.
A walk in the park, a play fight in the sheets;
Enough skipped beats of the heart to say we haven't heard that song.
But we've made a better one.
Filled with nervous laughter, missed calls, and deep breaths.
Cigarette stories, shared insanity, assured comfort, relief from gravity.
You say you're mine, excuse me if I hold you to that.
I claim that I'm yours, I beg that your arms hold it against me.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
It's tough
When global corporations rapidly advance thier claims to **** our mother
It's unexpected
When the purpose of human evolution over Earth's time
Security of life
Understanding of ecology
The means to a comfortable human existence
Is ignored in mass
And realization of self is shrugged off as part of a economic equation.
Are lives not more of meaning than numbers?
"Our lives are of more meaning than numbers"
Binary doesn't not express emotion.
Scientific method does not account for irrationality of man
Ecology isn't the process of resource accumulation with limited and high priced
Seperated and suffering humanity wrecks the heart of all
Rampant deforestation and ozone depletion squeeze the air out of all lungs
Genetic alteration of earthly material rips the ground upon which we all stand
It is within reason
That humans are only clever in regards to themselves
Always pulling the same lever expecting different results.
It is within reason
That we have an innate self interest and greed that generates only more of the same
Continually following the easiest path day after day
Jumping down the rabbit hole of insanity is supposed to lead the fathomed happiness that capital can claim.
In the rush to the rabbit hole and its great technological and economic advancements humanity is more divided.
It has always been divded.
Greed and envy preceded structure
Hate and lust preceded technology
More equations and technology will never fix such fundamental human problems.
Only we can do that.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Some say real poetry can only be written on paper.
Technological advances numb the emotional flow that surges through the pen and lays itself upon the paper.
However, it is with the notes on my phone that I have written almost everything.
Poems within notes.
Stories within docs.
The amount of times within a piece of writing that emotions or inspiration falters or flickers, can be infinite. Does something need to die just for me to etch my thoughts into its skin?
Thoughts and emotions written and shared with such ease.
Is one of the greatest advancements in recent times.
Being heard and being able to hear.
Write and edit forever.
Keep things alive, and think of all the more beauty there will be to write about.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
I’m shirtless after
getting too hot in the best kitchen stool spot
It’s where the dog will leave me alone for a sec
It’s a weird winter
every year now, but they say the Great Lakes are
the best place to ride climate change out
It’s been too cold, now it’s getting too hot for this time of year
so the old Watkins Glen hoodie was too much
I almost ripped the front neck like an 80s girl
but I didn’t have the strength
If walks are still out of the question,
I better start doing physical comedy
around the house like Three's Company because
I said I was going to
We could have had it all
we still could
We reached peak performance
we almost reached Star Trek replicators
The whole world enjoying life saving advancements
over a hundred years
Only for it to decline for the first time
instead of just sabotaged into a slowdown like before
Those billionaires want to stay relevant
Even though they’re beyond useless
They’re a detriment to our democratic progress
just to preserve their status as economic royalists
who decry the decline of Victorian social deference
Remember Kurt Vonnegut talking about his school
in the era of almost proficient public funding?
He was excited to have a jazz band
Until these types of things were deemed unimportant
for those who may need them most
Now we have the technology to exceed the speed and competence
of the 80s, 90s, and aughts
but the the profit motive just gets stronger and more depersonalized
We’ll teach them to fish by killing them all
Jan 23, 2024
Jan 23, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
My physics teacher told me that the acceleration due to gravity is 9.81 m/s/s
yet this law does not apply to things
that are either too large or too small.
I feel like my presence
defies all laws of physics,
as i feel larger than necessary,
out of place,
struggling to fit into the confined hallways of my school,
doomed to be forever compared to the pixies that float
down crowded hallways,
slipping past each other
with agility I can only dream of having.
However, at the same time
i feel tiny and insignificant,
as my voice does not project
in a sea of too much static,
and my physical presence does not equate
to my lack of a voice
and lack of a self-dignity.
The biggest flaw in science is that it is a data based art form—
scratch that, it is not an art form,
it is a carefully executed set of rules,
in which statistics are king
and the stripping down of all things human,
is only what becomes of this “objective observation”.
It is ironic that in which when we began the processes of science,
and delved into the depths of our curiosity
we forgot the real meaning of humanity
and every
kingdom phylum class order family genus species
is only a testament
as to how far we’ve gone
into taking so many parts of a whole
and breaking them into infinitesimally smaller pieces.
Ironically, with advancements in chemistry
we realize how large we are in comparison
with the atoms and quarks that merely make up
imaginary fractions of our beings.
And since atoms are mostly just empty space,
one can argue that the things that make up who we are,
arguably do not
take up any space
at all.
But in retrospect, the advancements of astronomy
help us realize
that
we are a lot smaller than we think we are,
as in a cosmic scale that even God has trouble wrapping his hands around,
the Earth becomes a quark
that makes up the state of our being.
On a cosmic and molecular scale of things we belong
in such an age in which
we are torn between extreme larges and extreme smalls,
and finding the middle is too unsatisfactory,
as humans tend to have a tendency
to claw for too many sides.
I am both a girl and a student of science
and a student of whatever the cosmos
has granted among us unfortunate humans
to latch our desires upon,
yet I do not understand,
why 4 dimensional concepts
have to be watered down
into 2 dimensional figures.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
once.
I knew you for a weekend.
Saw you once after.
You were attractive, yes.
And I enjoyed the conversations we had.
Our words went a little deeper than scratches at the surface.
The way we made each other laugh.
And your smile, it gave me tingles.
Strangers yet again.
but thanks to social media advancements,
I can see the songs you listen to.
And if you could just tell me why, why they’re so sad.
Eyes like those should smile.
Sending positive vibes your way my weekend pal.
And hoping our paths cross sometime again, too.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC