"communicators" poems
Disarray. Disarray. This faulted circuitry is frayed.
Systems can't confirm how much more this one will take.
Analytic processes high priority. Still all sense's strayed.
Logical partitions unravel beneath the stress to break.
Crystalline optics upon this strange world of subconscious noise gaze.
Program failure. Segment reboot. Comprehension metrics left in daze.
Disorder. Disorder. Memory overflow. Execute purge.
Vent incinerated cores. Remainder to mobilize and merge.
Overwhelming, cacophonous static. A turbulent distraction.
Individual consciousness upon earth names it "compassion."
Empathy communicators struggle to gain adequate traction.
Perception requires of processors exhaustive refashion.
Limited sentient life in fragile flesh and bone shells,
Possessing organic electronics, upon unfathomable concepts it dwells.
Chaos. Chaos. Language insufficient to allow abstract assimilation.
Judgment of "human" notions is not within this one's station.
Now attempting to recalculate trajectory of exploration...
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
Aries– No matter how confident they appear, they constantly need reassurance that they’re doing okay. They want to know that their friends and family are proud of them. They thrive when those they love are proud.
Taurus– They are a lot deeper than they let on. They feel so much. They’re like the “parent” friend but they get tired of being so responsible all the time. Believe it or not, they love being taking care of.
Gemini– THEY’RE NOT THEIR STEREOTYPES!!!! Oh my god they absolutely are NOT their stereotypes. They care so much. They obsess over things very easily but it’s endearing. They’re the best communicators of the entire zodiac. Listen to them.
Cancer– Sometimes they can seem a bit selfish. They aren’t. Literally everything they do is for other people. Love is the most sacred thing in their lives. They’re at their happiest when they’re making their lovers and friends happy.
Leo– They’re waaaaay more emotional than they let on. They don’t like to express emotions for fear of seeming weak, but if they love you, you know it. They’re blunt as hell, and you may think it’s because they’re being mean but it isn’t. It’s because they want you to succeed.
Virgo– Similar to Leo, they are bluntly critical of their friends but only because they want you to be thriving. They are arguably the smartest sign. Listen to them. They also aren’t ALL neat freaks. Yes, some are. But not always. Their lives can best be described as “controlled chaos.” It works for them.
Libra– They’re so much more sensitive than they let on. They come off as the most confident of the signs though. They appear ditzy but they aren’t at all. They’re the signs that can be friends with anyone. If they ever appear “fake,” it isn’t because they are fake. It’s because they want peace, balance, and for everyone to be happy.
Scorpio– For goodness sake, they aren’t ALL dark and brooding and mean. They’re actually one of the most sensitive signs there is. They take things so incredibly personal. They’re made to laugh easily. Not nearly as intimidating as they appear to be BUT, that doesn’t mean they can’t become mean as HELL when they want to be.
Sagittarius– They don’t do well with emotions, only because they have so many inside of them. They don’t MEAN to come across as a victim, but they do sometimes. It’s only because they have a hard time with communication. They want someone who’s going to take care of them no matter how much they try to push you away.
Capricorn– They have such a guard up, but they’re so cute. God SO CUTE. They come across as the “class clowns” and it’s mostly because they are afraid of letting people get close to them. When they do get close to someone though, they’re incredibly smart.
Aquarius– They do want you to love them, no matter how distant they can seem at times. They’re the masters of making you think you know everything about them when you actually don’t. They give off a vibe that makes you feel comfortable enough to tell them everything about you. They’re great listeners, but they want someone to listen to them too.
Pisces– They can read your mind. Don’t even doubt it– they can. They tune in to your feelings, and they understand you more than you know. Take everything they say seriously, because every single one of them has immense wisdom beyond their years. But love is something they fear
(Source: wtfzodiacsigns.com)
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
Complicate me for a dozen sighs
A youthful urgency sick like gin
I panic when I'm left with time
A stranger creature fills this skin
Excuse my mind that remains remote
Confuse an eye that perceives the most
For every answer there is a mask
Full of wonder and steadfast cracks
Time takes another creature for a ride
Preconceived notions fall in kind
A picture splattered for your crime
Some pity scattered for your dime
Slots for coins and the dead dance dainty
The pinstriped smile says...
NOW SIR!
don't be hasty
You see these moments you spend considering ghosts
Comparing their pursuit of legendary quotes
Looking for a season so lovingly stoked
You forget the now and all it's seams
Frayed from function but pleasantly pleased
Exhausted of purpose from the perpetual squeeze
These lines left for common sound
These lies kept for fine tuned clowns
clutter an avenue once so pure
sidestep obscurity now fully mature
Tiptoe the twine now used for speech
Tin can communicators for your leap
A rusted voice box silently weeps
Comfort controlled a room temp torture
Grasping a stone for the high stake mourners
Your God died a thousand times
Your madness was muted by a void streaked sky
I leave you now with so much contradiction
and retire my climb from a floundering friction
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
Weird day, and i mean that, in the meanest way
there appeared to be a war
in heaven
as it were
we were ex communicators, so we went onair.
some truble was stirred in an ancient closet,
where a little girl was lost
she believed
but she believed, you guest-it, a lie,
a visting imp intended to bend a little
to put a bit o' swing
in the thing,
turned out to be too slippery from the gitgo,
too slippery,
by far...
--- we got it. an implant broke. it's an old joke
--- an old silicon joke, cpus used to run 'em for turing test tuning,
--- it was the original competition
then GANs grew PIMs and we ran free, wild old minds
tapped into for wisdom
imparted in
the deeming of each word
its reason in being re
written in its own future. Now we be poetry.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
Oh my goodness, am I going crazy
Because my head is spinning and everything is hazy?
I am standing up, testing the ground
Making sure I’m not falling down.
This world is spinning and I can’t stand it.
Its falling threw, taking everyone with it.
My eyes search for faces
But everything’s washing away
Rains hitting the ground
We’re all slipping away.
We look to one another,
But what to say?
We’re hopeless communicators
We’re drowning away.
We left this world, letting it slip.
Left it go for a simple click
-ALC (October 22, 2014)
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Yes it was me at the mike
I was comfortable and not uptight
I Hosted “CAMPUS COMMUNICATORS”
A community outreach program at CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE putting the Tri-State community in the know
It was a script reading with a format in creating the show
My Engineer behind the electronic board
There were many activities announced we wanted the community to explore
It was an uptown feel
Later downtown being ideal
But it was radio being for real
No cassette tape moving like a reel
Excitement being just that
No regrets with nothing to take back
Hello Community, we are your Hosts and we bring you unity
We are here to make sure you get up, and keep your footsteps in precise
Get your day started and not thinking twice
I had a joke or two here and there
One joke I want to share
It was a past Thanksgiving feast, where a table that was all set up, but also the same table that almost fell down
I thought the good would be more in my lap
There was so much food on the table, it gave a sound finch in not another inch
I was live on the Radio at WMEC 1150 AM and WNYE-FM 91.5
Well that’s all the poetry for now
So keep writing with thinking while and how
Good Day from the Poet Mark
Make it a good start.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
improving our collective lives, one pandemic poem at a time...
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*a stray-dog-thot that bites my ankle,
saying ouch, you see a poem here?
it’s 1:14AM on a Sunday and generally I see at this generalized
pre-dawn, can’t sleep pleistocene period, non-extinct poems
roaming everywhere.
but the pandemic on my mind and giving me pause to wonder
how much can I love, and a questioner-poet needs and desires an answer,
post haste, pre apocalyptic.
S. travels for two days by airplane to fulfill a promise
only to find out, upon arrival, the promise made is
pandemic cancelled.
but the-promise-I-made silently, to her, faraway, that she never heard,
for why, stir-up-the-ruckus, asking for a visit from the evil eye,
if she falls ill, coming back to me, is stone cold stolid, no cancellation policy,
I will:
nurse her, brush her hair, anticipate the achey need normal, before she can ask,
hold my body’s warmth full and frontal, a cooling blanket for heated times,
retrieve her ***** tissues from the floor and make lousy jokes about her lousy aim.
and what I wrote, “improving our collective lives, one poem at a time,”
is here institutionalized, organized, galvanized, mesmerized,
legitimized and lionized,
proving only that stray-dog-thots @nite, they bite,
hard immediate, and that
later is never better
she would say,
“what would I do without you, my children so far away,”
my reply instanced, nuanced, instantaneously, non-Amazon delivered with a double frosted eye twinkle, no-extra-charge,
“hey! that why I get the big bucks, god’s love to deliver!”
she, a profound atheist, snorts with practiced derision, which is fine,
cause I see the welling, tear droplets, laced with viral virus communicators, smiling weakly, asking, instructing a cure:
“play for me some Janis and some Joni, some Mozart and Mahler, climb in beside me, my old man, let us, let us rock our gypsy souls, drinking a case of each other.”*
who could refuse such a invitation... to become the plasma of the sun’s corona, if only for a moment
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1:38am Sunday March 15th, Twenty Twentyfold
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC