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"machines" poems
I. Time passes, another batch of refugees and migrants. Cities turn into new houses of gambling and vicious cycles. Some say only machines can speak clearly and most humans have lost what they have earned throughout all this time, just right on schedule. To own our language, and the relationships it sets into motion, we learn painfully, repeatedly like sunrise and sunsets. Claiming our own spaces and demons hidden in our conveniences and reflex routines, and learning the tricks that has kept peoples from fully healing from broken promises and betrayals throughout time. We own up to our language and its demons every day and night that we toss and turn into something feasible, edible, livable. II. Iba ibang uri ng digma. duguang kasaysayang binabaong buhay binubura ang lakas at memorya tulad ng siyudad ng Songdo sa South Korea na ang ibig sabihin ay "city with no memory". Ito din ang isa sa mga modelo para sa New Clark City na tinatayo sa Luzon. Sa dalawahang mga pamamaraan ng mga naghahari-harian, nakikibaka ang anakpawis, nakikibaka ang kamalayan ng pagpapasya at pagwasto sa mga pagkakamali, na paulit-ulit na sinusubukang patayin sa iba ibang mukha. Mula pa sa panahon ng mga lolo at lola noong 1940s hanggang ngayon, patuloy ang mga pag-eexperimento nila at paggamit ng panlilinlang  at dahas, sa ngalan ng kalusugan, edukasyon at batas, upang ipain ang buhay sarili, lasunin ang lupang kinakain ang sarili. Kung hindi tayo mag-aaral at mag-iingat din, tayo mismo ang papatay sa mga sinisimulan. #
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Owning our language, facing its demons
I. Time passes, another batch of refugees and migrants. Cities turn into new houses of gambling and vicious cycles. Some say only machines can speak clearly and most humans have lost what they have earned throughout all this time, just right on schedule. To own our language, and the relationships it sets into motion, we learn painfully, repeatedly like sunrise and sunsets. Claiming our own spaces and demons hidden in our conveniences and reflex routines, and learning the tricks that has kept peoples from fully healing from broken promises and betrayals throughout time. We own up to our language and its demons every day and night that we toss and turn into something feasible, edible, livable. II. Iba ibang uri ng digma. duguang kasaysayang binabaong buhay binubura ang lakas at memorya tulad ng siyudad ng Songdo sa South Korea na ang ibig sabihin ay "city with no memory". Ito din ang isa sa mga modelo para sa New Clark City na tinatayo sa Luzon. Sa dalawahang mga pamamaraan ng mga naghahari-harian, nakikibaka ang anakpawis, nakikibaka ang kamalayan ng pagpapasya at pagwasto sa mga pagkakamali, na paulit-ulit na sinusubukang patayin sa iba ibang mukha. Mula pa sa panahon ng mga lolo at lola noong 1940s hanggang ngayon, patuloy ang mga pag-eexperimento nila at paggamit ng panlilinlang  at dahas, sa ngalan ng kalusugan, edukasyon at batas, upang ipain ang buhay sarili, lasunin ang lupang kinakain ang sarili. Kung hindi tayo mag-aaral at mag-iingat din, tayo mismo ang papatay sa mga sinisimulan. #
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Your limitless future brings great fear The future is less far and more near Glasses will replace cellphones next year Hundreds can share one's eyes People you replace will shed a tear Tech is human's demise You con with lights and buttons and bells Amplifying strength, you fit in cells We drown in technological wells You thrive and humans shrink The addiction will rot us in Hell People! Log off and think! When do we cease with this life carefree It's time people let well enough be Tech will soon replace humans for free Tractors and new machines Starved, by stealing the jobs of many Limitations obscene
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
To Technology and Humans (Burns Stanza)
The all seeing iris imperial city The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst Still immersing myself in a poverty trap As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’ From out my funk bunker boombox Overthrowin’ Your global dominion opinion with ease Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams Then I bury what’s left of your money machines With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Horus the Youth
At the Zoo Patriots and faux exhibit and binge on synonyms of liberty printed on beer and underwear Advertising what should be unspoken and inspired to pervert and romanticize Preludes to the parades and finale above us all Weeks of saturated irony Cuckoo bird irony and BBQ As they reform Phoenix, rebirth of distractions and thievery Predators in ally ways pursing America's diamonds and legs Then gunpowder Gunpowder of colors and cuckoos Layers of streets in gunpowder Towns built of gunpowder Sky is gunpowder We are born addicted to led and gunpowder Gunpowder ****** in the air Success, display and diversion and more gunpowder to ingest. The Grand Finale The Volta of the evening The hammer of the judge *** appeal of death and nature flexing it's muscles-   show us some skin! Covering your ears Eyes fastened- Ready to burrow back to mothers womb Binged and free Chinese celebration hijacked Red, White and Blue And a moment of silence   Orchestrated onomatopoeia in heaven Chorus of arousal on Earth Band marching war machines in hell The showdown of 241 years! This freedom we are all grateful to only talk about Only free to battle shackling intoxication Men and women tugging extra weighted offspring Sulking for indoors and portable addiction   Chanting three letter obedience God being counted by his blessings Fear and Statism in every breathe for salvation from our stick swatted enemies Checkpoints that serve and protect asking for a toll; liberty synonyms. Arresting the too free At the Zoo, The cuckoos regaining reality. The phoenix red eye and held under oath To the next day where we are back To hate each others freedom, again.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
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At the Zoo Patriots and faux exhibit and binge on synonyms of liberty printed on beer and underwear Advertising what should be unspoken and inspired to pervert and romanticize Preludes to the parades and finale above us all Weeks of saturated irony Cuckoo bird irony and BBQ As they reform Phoenix, rebirth of distractions and thievery Predators in ally ways pursing America's diamonds and legs Then gunpowder Gunpowder of colors and cuckoos Layers of streets in gunpowder Towns built of gunpowder Sky is gunpowder We are born addicted to led and gunpowder Gunpowder ****** in the air Success, display and diversion and more gunpowder to ingest. The Grand Finale The Volta of the evening The hammer of the judge *** appeal of death and nature flexing it's muscles-   show us some skin! Covering your ears Eyes fastened- Ready to burrow back to mothers womb Binged and free Chinese celebration hijacked Red, White and Blue And a moment of silence   Orchestrated onomatopoeia in heaven Chorus of arousal on Earth Band marching war machines in hell The showdown of 241 years! This freedom we are all grateful to only talk about Only free to battle shackling intoxication Men and women tugging extra weighted offspring Sulking for indoors and portable addiction   Chanting three letter obedience God being counted by his blessings Fear and Statism in every breathe for salvation from our stick swatted enemies Checkpoints that serve and protect asking for a toll; liberty synonyms. Arresting the too free At the Zoo, The cuckoos regaining reality. The phoenix red eye and held under oath To the next day where we are back To hate each others freedom, again.
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Endless stains of blood On white t-shirts On nights that scatter blue trees over black earth Alight by shooting stars The mother tells her child Unwilling to unlock the truth The truth those stars Don't grant your wishes They grab them With scarred scratching hands. Alight, The damp stitches in the soil Cemetery symmetrical to hospital Those shooting stars circling Like a vulture Speeds towards dead carcasses Still, the murdering star will not cease To break bones That have already broken To take lives That have already been taken To burn What is already charred Today smells like burnt muddied skin feels like gnawing on your own fingers for feast sounds like tired, howling machines spurring and sputtering, never-ending their onwards trek Swallowing distances and with it, nameless faces countless places Today the earthquakes of death Don't make the land shake anymore For it has learned to cope With the desolate cemeteries filled with mute bones Today burns like gasoline Looks like intestines decorating destroyed doorways Today it rains curdled crimson Tell me shooting star If the child liked  jam on his toast Did he snore? Did he like math? Or english? Shooting star doesn't know and neither the bombs. As bodies fall from trees like rotten plums. The world was born in blood And has not ceased to suckle its wounds Endless blood thirst, Endless war But not endless skin to bleed.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
sign of the times
My name is Ashly (yes spelled without the E) I was born without a windpipe and was 3 months premature. I underwent surgery for a tracheostomy and died on the operating table. I was revived. I was hooked up to many machines and my parents were told I wouldn’t live for more then 3 days... If I would survive more then 3 days I would be hooked up to machines my whole life and be in a “vegetative state” Doctors told my parents and family “I would never live to see my 18th birthday.” I lived in the hospital for almost 2 years. At age 2, I myself, ripped out my tracheostomy (which could have killed me) My family rushed me to children’s hospital and the doctors decided to let the hole in my neck close and see what happens. My doctors don’t know how I made it through the night or days after. I went home after a couple weeks and that’s when I started living my life as a “normal” child. All of my sisters were involved in dance classes, my parents( doctors didn’t agree) enrolled me in to classes. THATS WHERE MY LIFE CHANGED Dance became my passion, along with gymnastics and musical theatre. Something my family, doctors or even myself never thought I would EVER do. On my 18th birthday it was a mixture of emotions. I made a milestone that no one said I would ever see. I competed in dance and gymnastics until I was 19 years of age as well as did over 60 musicals at my local theatre company. I never thought I would ever have a boy love me because I had “too many problems” or even get married for that matter. Fast forward, I am now almost 33 ( June .11th is my birthday) Married for almost 8 years to my best friend. Happy doesn’t even cover what I feel everyday waking up next to my love. We may not have a “family” of our own but we are happy and in love over the moon with one another. So why did I just ramble on with this? Because I’m a MIRACLE and a SURVIVOR. Even though I don’t remember much from my childhood and what I and my family had to endure, I have been fighter since my first breath. I’M A SURVIVOR and I’VE MADE IT....
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
I’m a SURVIVOR
My name is Ashly (yes spelled without the E) I was born without a windpipe and was 3 months premature. I underwent surgery for a tracheostomy and died on the operating table. I was revived. I was hooked up to many machines and my parents were told I wouldn’t live for more then 3 days... If I would survive more then 3 days I would be hooked up to machines my whole life and be in a “vegetative state” Doctors told my parents and family “I would never live to see my 18th birthday.” I lived in the hospital for almost 2 years. At age 2, I myself, ripped out my tracheostomy (which could have killed me) My family rushed me to children’s hospital and the doctors decided to let the hole in my neck close and see what happens. My doctors don’t know how I made it through the night or days after. I went home after a couple weeks and that’s when I started living my life as a “normal” child. All of my sisters were involved in dance classes, my parents( doctors didn’t agree) enrolled me in to classes. THATS WHERE MY LIFE CHANGED Dance became my passion, along with gymnastics and musical theatre. Something my family, doctors or even myself never thought I would EVER do. On my 18th birthday it was a mixture of emotions. I made a milestone that no one said I would ever see. I competed in dance and gymnastics until I was 19 years of age as well as did over 60 musicals at my local theatre company. I never thought I would ever have a boy love me because I had “too many problems” or even get married for that matter. Fast forward, I am now almost 33 ( June .11th is my birthday) Married for almost 8 years to my best friend. Happy doesn’t even cover what I feel everyday waking up next to my love. We may not have a “family” of our own but we are happy and in love over the moon with one another. So why did I just ramble on with this? Because I’m a MIRACLE and a SURVIVOR. Even though I don’t remember much from my childhood and what I and my family had to endure, I have been fighter since my first breath. I’M A SURVIVOR and I’VE MADE IT....
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The shopping channel calls to me It wakes me up at night To sell me things I do not need Nor would buy, if I was right But apparently, there's something wrong My brain should be re-wired I only purchase things on here When I am really over-tired I have a room specifically For things bought on TV I've ginsu knives and shredding blades And juicers!!!...ninety three!! For some reason the kitchen things Just seem to catch my eye Especially at three a.m. That's the time I need to buy I've magic bullets by the score Processors,  I don't need But, if I ever put them all to use... An army I could feed I've got socks for diabetics Things to make your ******* stand out I've got exercise machines galore I've got three things that help gout! My credit card's at the limit I know the numbers off by heart The post man knows me by my name I even have my own **** cart To deliver all my purchases They just load it and deliver It almost comes here by itself It's enough to make one shiver I don't know how it started I think the countdown clock...ah, yes I thought it meant the game was ending I phoned in and bought a dress!!! I've got jewellery by Joan Rivers George Foreman grills...they fill my den I've got perfumes for the women And lots of things that make you men! My wife cannot contain me She's sent me off to get some aid But, if they sell it on the telly I'll buy it sure as getting laid I've bedazzled all my clothing I eat dried fruit and jerky too I get Christmas cards from Ronco I'm a shopping ****** through and through Each month we have a garage sale I sell off some of what I've bought But, then I go and buy it back again Without a second thought My friends have all but left me I rarely go out of the house I just sit here and go shopping I don't even see my spouse Set it and Forget it That's a phrase I love to say But wait, there's more...is another one That helps me through the day I used the last one on my wife One night while having *** She told me "Set it and Forget It" I'm off to dreamland Tex!! My shopping's an addiction One I hope to beat some day But now, the operator says... I have to get my card and pay!
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Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
Shopping addict
The shopping channel calls to me It wakes me up at night To sell me things I do not need Nor would buy, if I was right But apparently, there's something wrong My brain should be re-wired I only purchase things on here When I am really over-tired I have a room specifically For things bought on TV I've ginsu knives and shredding blades And juicers!!!...ninety three!! For some reason the kitchen things Just seem to catch my eye Especially at three a.m. That's the time I need to buy I've magic bullets by the score Processors,  I don't need But, if I ever put them all to use... An army I could feed I've got socks for diabetics Things to make your ******* stand out I've got exercise machines galore I've got three things that help gout! My credit card's at the limit I know the numbers off by heart The post man knows me by my name I even have my own **** cart To deliver all my purchases They just load it and deliver It almost comes here by itself It's enough to make one shiver I don't know how it started I think the countdown clock...ah, yes I thought it meant the game was ending I phoned in and bought a dress!!! I've got jewellery by Joan Rivers George Foreman grills...they fill my den I've got perfumes for the women And lots of things that make you men! My wife cannot contain me She's sent me off to get some aid But, if they sell it on the telly I'll buy it sure as getting laid I've bedazzled all my clothing I eat dried fruit and jerky too I get Christmas cards from Ronco I'm a shopping ****** through and through Each month we have a garage sale I sell off some of what I've bought But, then I go and buy it back again Without a second thought My friends have all but left me I rarely go out of the house I just sit here and go shopping I don't even see my spouse Set it and Forget it That's a phrase I love to say But wait, there's more...is another one That helps me through the day I used the last one on my wife One night while having *** She told me "Set it and Forget It" I'm off to dreamland Tex!! My shopping's an addiction One I hope to beat some day But now, the operator says... I have to get my card and pay!
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I hate Science I hate Technology Neither Am I Orthodox Nor I am Fool I am not a ***** But still I choose to hate Science and Technology Both gave us many things I remember, there was a time I worshipped both of them They produced machines for us They produced robots for us Machines started building Homes, Bridges and Flyovers Machines helped us in Food and Cloth Production Milk and Silk Production And Blah Blah Blah Blah They made our life easier They made our life safer They provided better security They provided better tools They made our life longer They made our life smarter They gave us rays of hope They promised much more They promised more Freedom They Promised Leisure Time They promised better Environment They promised clean Air, Water, Soil They Promised Harmony and Peace They Promised Equality for All Both Science and Technology Progressed exponentially day by day But something went wrong Someone captured them Hijacked them and misused By applying their ***** minds We still have Machines and Robots We still have Logic and Skills But where is Freedom and Peace? Where is the clean Environment? Where is clean Water, Air and Soil? Where is the promised Leisure Time? Now we also have Nuclear Bombs We have weapons of mass ****** We have smart tools for our Extinction We have weapons of mass Destructions Robots are being transformed From Robots to Human Beings Humans are being transformed From Human Beings to Machines Yes Slavery is back in the Game Machines have enslaved Humans Robots have been granted Citizenship and Civil Rights Machines have been made ready Ready to wage war against humans The question is who is the culprit? Is it Science and Technology? No. Not at all. I know this very well But I still hate Science and Technology The real culprits are the hungry Capitalists Who captured, hijacked and misused Science and the Technology for their greed Though they have all the things they need Science and the Technology easily surrendered and allowed themselves to be used for their greed This is why I Hate Science and Technology I also hate Capitalism and Capitalists too But I have a big question for Myself. I still doubt - "Can I really live without Science and Technology"
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Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
I Hate Science And Technology
I hate Science I hate Technology Neither Am I Orthodox Nor I am Fool I am not a ***** But still I choose to hate Science and Technology Both gave us many things I remember, there was a time I worshipped both of them They produced machines for us They produced robots for us Machines started building Homes, Bridges and Flyovers Machines helped us in Food and Cloth Production Milk and Silk Production And Blah Blah Blah Blah They made our life easier They made our life safer They provided better security They provided better tools They made our life longer They made our life smarter They gave us rays of hope They promised much more They promised more Freedom They Promised Leisure Time They promised better Environment They promised clean Air, Water, Soil They Promised Harmony and Peace They Promised Equality for All Both Science and Technology Progressed exponentially day by day But something went wrong Someone captured them Hijacked them and misused By applying their ***** minds We still have Machines and Robots We still have Logic and Skills But where is Freedom and Peace? Where is the clean Environment? Where is clean Water, Air and Soil? Where is the promised Leisure Time? Now we also have Nuclear Bombs We have weapons of mass ****** We have smart tools for our Extinction We have weapons of mass Destructions Robots are being transformed From Robots to Human Beings Humans are being transformed From Human Beings to Machines Yes Slavery is back in the Game Machines have enslaved Humans Robots have been granted Citizenship and Civil Rights Machines have been made ready Ready to wage war against humans The question is who is the culprit? Is it Science and Technology? No. Not at all. I know this very well But I still hate Science and Technology The real culprits are the hungry Capitalists Who captured, hijacked and misused Science and the Technology for their greed Though they have all the things they need Science and the Technology easily surrendered and allowed themselves to be used for their greed This is why I Hate Science and Technology I also hate Capitalism and Capitalists too But I have a big question for Myself. I still doubt - "Can I really live without Science and Technology"
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She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with the radio. Her entry into womanhood will be like all the other girls'— a cigarette and a joke, as she strides up with the rest to a brick factory where she'll sew rag rugs from textile strips of kelly green, bright red, aqua. When she enters, and the millgate closes, final as a slap, there'll be silence. She'll see fifteen high windows cemented over to cut out light. Inside, a constant, deafening noise and warm air smelling of oil, the shifts continuing on ... All day she'll guide cloth along a line of whirring needles, her arms & shoulders rocking back & forth with the machines— 200 porch size rugs behind her before she can stop to reach up, like her mother, and pick the lint out of her hair.
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Womanhood
I want to be a hippie but my mum says no, she says i smell to clean an short hair as a hippie just doesnt go. I want to be a hippie but my dad says no as the only drug i take is asprin and son asprin is a drug a hippie just cant smoke. A hippie loves peace and the thought of love, you build war machines so death isnt for hippies and you think love is a joke. So my son you dont drink you dont smoke or do any kind of drug, you have short hair so a hippie you'll never be so no means no.
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Hippie
I was born on November 30th , I hear that makes me a Saggitarius. I dunno what that means. I  know how to swim, and I'm a sucker for a guy with a nice smile And nice words. I'm still learning how to whisper sweet nothings I'm often loud at times when I should be quiet I'm often quiet at times when I should be loud I keep holding back or letting it all out at the wrong time. I like sweet drinks... a lot. I've been told that I give pretty bad hugs People say that it feels like I'm trying to escape Well I don't like letting people close. Especially close enough to hear me breathe. I have this odd fascination with things like time machines and technology, I assume it's because I like to figure out how things work and fix them. Am the same way with people, like to know what's coming before it does. Love usually lasts a few moments, That's also why I tend to fall in love with men Who would never love me back I know it sounds crazy, but it's actually much saner than it seems And to be honest, I think it's safer that way See relationships, they often remind me that I'm not afraid of letting go. But I'm scared of what's gonna happen The moment that my body hits the ground I'm clumsy. I usually trip when am following my feelings. I landed on my pride and it shattered like a mirror i check daily. Now I can't even tell who's trying to give me a compliment or just trying to get into my pants. I've never been into martial arts but I have all these bruises, I got from beating myself up over things I can't fix I know it sounds weird but sometimes, I wonder what the voices in my head say when am asleep. I wonder what the doors would do if they found out About all the things that I've done when they are closed. I've got a trash can that's overflowing with really, really obnoxious mistakes And a dump site in my closet with all the skeletons. You'll trap me in a corner and insist I get help. Hi, my name is Em, I enjoy ice cream and yoghurt, people watching And figuring out how to make them work. I allow myself to cry more than I need to, from letting all the wrong people in. I have solar-powered energy, I have a battery-operated heart, It flickers and dies from overuse. My hobbies include rewriting my life story, hiding behind poems, And trying to convince myself that I do matter to someone. I don't know much, but I do know this I know that if you don't have standards, you won't be treated right and be happy. I know God is still reworking my faults and flaws, I'm a unique work in progress.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
My honest poem( inspired by Rudy Francisco)
I was born on November 30th , I hear that makes me a Saggitarius. I dunno what that means. I  know how to swim, and I'm a sucker for a guy with a nice smile And nice words. I'm still learning how to whisper sweet nothings I'm often loud at times when I should be quiet I'm often quiet at times when I should be loud I keep holding back or letting it all out at the wrong time. I like sweet drinks... a lot. I've been told that I give pretty bad hugs People say that it feels like I'm trying to escape Well I don't like letting people close. Especially close enough to hear me breathe. I have this odd fascination with things like time machines and technology, I assume it's because I like to figure out how things work and fix them. Am the same way with people, like to know what's coming before it does. Love usually lasts a few moments, That's also why I tend to fall in love with men Who would never love me back I know it sounds crazy, but it's actually much saner than it seems And to be honest, I think it's safer that way See relationships, they often remind me that I'm not afraid of letting go. But I'm scared of what's gonna happen The moment that my body hits the ground I'm clumsy. I usually trip when am following my feelings. I landed on my pride and it shattered like a mirror i check daily. Now I can't even tell who's trying to give me a compliment or just trying to get into my pants. I've never been into martial arts but I have all these bruises, I got from beating myself up over things I can't fix I know it sounds weird but sometimes, I wonder what the voices in my head say when am asleep. I wonder what the doors would do if they found out About all the things that I've done when they are closed. I've got a trash can that's overflowing with really, really obnoxious mistakes And a dump site in my closet with all the skeletons. You'll trap me in a corner and insist I get help. Hi, my name is Em, I enjoy ice cream and yoghurt, people watching And figuring out how to make them work. I allow myself to cry more than I need to, from letting all the wrong people in. I have solar-powered energy, I have a battery-operated heart, It flickers and dies from overuse. My hobbies include rewriting my life story, hiding behind poems, And trying to convince myself that I do matter to someone. I don't know much, but I do know this I know that if you don't have standards, you won't be treated right and be happy. I know God is still reworking my faults and flaws, I'm a unique work in progress.
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Cast out were his alien dreams; Aspiring and confident he did leave. Fiery ground of thunder burnt his home; As he alone cast out for that void, perceived through his singular glass dome. Adventure had caught him lonely But peering out from his craft his pupils did glow! Circling fiery molecules hovering to and fro! How could he now transmit and show Reflection of scale small and macro! Fumbling, his fingers did try To articulate the machines Imprinted of his native language. "Calling Cpt. Crow!" Sending the signal the results did show A break in the wire and a fuse did blow. Barricading that soul far and deep, A minuscule solar flare Emanating a glow! And from that earth looked upward team and crew Saw idle in that gigantic void a singular golden hue Distant but true was the connection they all knew.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
Astronaut
Ashen doves float within the waves, slinking like silent demons in the night. They curl around my body, jaws operating like steel machines, gnashing at my limbs. I begin to scream for help, but they ****** my breath, they drag me under their tides of black, unleashing my unremitting fear of water predators. their teeth, sunken into my flesh, gnawing at my mind, painting me my new mortality. These are my demons, the sharks in the bath when it comes to hygiene. the fear of the below and the depths of human mentality, the untraceable percentage of human worthlessness, the detestable attraction to the demise of our minds, I float lower into the aqua, pressure building, unforgiving and foreboding I close my lids, and dream of the sand, praying it to be underfoot when I open my eyes, but when my lids open, the doves loom closer. The irony of a hydrophobe, dying at the hands of the sharks.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
IRONY
Off the train I hit the streets and start laughing. This is ridiculous, incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds have individual inner lives. Why are they doing what they’re doing? I have no answer New York City but to also go about my business in this case prepare for surgery, survival. But why survive with so many exact replicas to replace me? A swarm of ants or hive of bees, social organisms they’re called, climbing over each other, avoiding bumping and amazingly making way, anticipating the sudden turns and straight paths of others, strangers but brothers, sisters incubating, the cells of a small ***** nodes of a single semi-conscious organism. The concept of a higher power that cares for me is also risible yet how else can I explain the surgeon and his team, robots and magnetic resonance imaging machines, all primed and trained to save my life. They are not particularly interested in what I do with my time. I am immediately in love with the Irish brogue of the head nurse, the Indian skin of the physician’s assistant. The long extraordinarily thin fingers of the famous surgeon. All mine to savor (and the other cancer patients). Despair, lose all hope that’s what the sign says at the gates of hell and at the Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center the sign says Be kind to our customers who are waiting and suffering. Yesterday’s suicidal thoughts: the mind is a clever servant, insufferable master. Therefore, meditate on this: absolute need, dependence on the Other. I still like Hombre, The Shootist and Ulzana’s Raid but realize those dead heroes were subordinate to society: the gun manufacturers who armed them. Thus, I go for cancer tests, accepting, not predicting results. Hero accepting help. A torrential rain following five days of flooding, tornadoes out west busting up wooden towns all because too many of us are hoarding plastic, herding electrons. None of us know how it will end, what the outcome will be (of our surgery). The best that can be said is Don’t forget to breathe. And you might as well believe in that higher power.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC
Upper Manhattan Medical Group
Off the train I hit the streets and start laughing. This is ridiculous, incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds have individual inner lives. Why are they doing what they’re doing? I have no answer New York City but to also go about my business in this case prepare for surgery, survival. But why survive with so many exact replicas to replace me? A swarm of ants or hive of bees, social organisms they’re called, climbing over each other, avoiding bumping and amazingly making way, anticipating the sudden turns and straight paths of others, strangers but brothers, sisters incubating, the cells of a small ***** nodes of a single semi-conscious organism. The concept of a higher power that cares for me is also risible yet how else can I explain the surgeon and his team, robots and magnetic resonance imaging machines, all primed and trained to save my life. They are not particularly interested in what I do with my time. I am immediately in love with the Irish brogue of the head nurse, the Indian skin of the physician’s assistant. The long extraordinarily thin fingers of the famous surgeon. All mine to savor (and the other cancer patients). Despair, lose all hope that’s what the sign says at the gates of hell and at the Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center the sign says Be kind to our customers who are waiting and suffering. Yesterday’s suicidal thoughts: the mind is a clever servant, insufferable master. Therefore, meditate on this: absolute need, dependence on the Other. I still like Hombre, The Shootist and Ulzana’s Raid but realize those dead heroes were subordinate to society: the gun manufacturers who armed them. Thus, I go for cancer tests, accepting, not predicting results. Hero accepting help. A torrential rain following five days of flooding, tornadoes out west busting up wooden towns all because too many of us are hoarding plastic, herding electrons. None of us know how it will end, what the outcome will be (of our surgery). The best that can be said is Don’t forget to breathe. And you might as well believe in that higher power.
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We march Withering white All seas to dust The ground caves in The earth grows hollow Ribs through the skin Teeth through the lips Breath catching black We march In a ceaseless beat To the rhythm of dead machines Over cracked roads And empty homes
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
the rhythm of dead machines
She sees herself as a machine, Something that can be fixed By a brilliant engineer, as herself She's aware that she needs help Yet she refuses every offer she gets Cause she believes the broken ones Can be fixed by brilliant engineers, like her A day came when she doesn’t know herself no more, So she tried to know herself once more And rebuilt it like she used to rebuild a broken machine Yes, she was slowly destroying herself Like a mechanic engineer destroying A broken machine To know what’s wrong with it Drugs for her brain Toxic pills for her liver Cigarettes for her lungs Blades for her skin She finally knew what’s wrong with her And tried to fix herself once more But none of her attempts worked Instead, her attempts destroyed herself even more She came to a realisation That humans are no machines Once broken, no one can fix them, Not even themselves
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
A Desperate Human Engineer
Dr. F. Wilhem discovered it by accident you see?    The first man downloaded was no longer man. He suffered dearly until the plug was pulled,     and we started over again; with biologists. Geneticists, Embryonticians, TransEugenecists,     all celebrated the new fast-growing body. No more deaths at old age expiry, on battlefields.     for a price all would live eternally; eternity here. It did not work. The bodies worked, the software recorded     but the people were insanely bi-polar. Insane in fact. Until we switched the torso and genetics in tandem.    then somehow the surviving person retained all memories! They were in fact; themselves! Just in a different gendered body?    Unfortunately for everyone this was a major psychological shock. Unexplainable, sure, evolution took four billion years so...     ...more time, more time, more experimentation is all we need. Wilhelm changed it all. When he added the shock, added the <human> response, turning the machines into Humans. They are truly A.I. ...verily human in fact. Animal-ish, peaceful then angry, terrible or violent. Artificially Intelligent; Humans. *"What good is it to change a person,               ...merely into someone else?"* -Al Abd Azaz *To see beneath the surface, and know the ocean tydes. To see beneath the surface, and know the ocean tydes. To see beneath the surface, and know the ocean tydes.* *
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Wilhelm's Widget
His Down's Syndrome makes His age a tough guess, I'll Say eight to ten. Wide eyes on machines, Ice cream dripping on the Pavement outside the Construction site. *I wanna work like this when I grow up,* he says in Young enthusiasm to a mother Whose eyes well up with Gratitude when I approach And kneel down in front of Him. *So you want a job, Buddy?* I ask him with a Wink. He suddenly remembers His ice cream and bites into It shyly. Nods, glancing at the Tools in my belt, the scratches On my arms, the brick wall I've been attacking with a Wacker jackhammer. Nods Again. *Well, I'll see you in a Few years,* I say with another Wink, this time to his mother, Who'd look her young age if Her eyes weren't as tired, *But you can start with this And get some practice.* I hand Him my Stanley Fat Max Hammer. His ice cream Hits the ground as he Recieves it with both hands, Looking to his mother for Confirmation that it's ok. Oh, it is. She mouths a Thank you SO much... They walk away, his chatter High pitched and fading Around the corner. And I Head over to the foreman to Report that I lost my hammer. Don't ever employ me. I can work a good game, but I'm too soft around little heroes.
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
Stanley Fat Max
Streaks of mist cars flying over head no more driving we're all flying Our minds hooked up great big machines games playing out in our head changing the meaning of reality Humans and machines walking side by side no physical difference equally walking the street The future is unknown but we can predict will it be hell or will it be utopia
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Prediction or fiction
Land of the free words fed intravenuously like opiates into opened veins until the lies they tell us become truth Propaganda filled drips drown out the screams of the innocent killed by fear and misdirected hatred and soldiers fighting "wars" on terror How then does the aggressor become hero? while handing out oppression labelled as democracy liberty  comes encased in the shell of a bullet and if you resist.........freedom comes quicker than you wish*
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
Machines of War
Humans are robots, Robots that act like humans, Technologically.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
We are machines
_...All I remember was Cancer and my hospital room, My green gown, my bed, My white hair and mustache Until suddenly... ...Reality started to stretch… …And flatten into a brief euphoric white… …I felt a cathartic release As I was encapsulated and bathed In a glorious sensation… ...I floated for an eternity… …Until I felt my euphoria lifting…_ …As my eyes reopened I found myself gazing Upon a room of tiny lights, Blue and pink specs Dotting the inner workings Of large wall sized machines… …They lifted me upright In a gray metal chair And with sharp robotic groans, A long arm from the wall Held up a mirror to my face... ...In the reflection was a young man I thought I would never see again… …I had a wife back before, But now I have a new one Everybody in my situation, ("Reborns", as they are called) Has brand new things and people Filling their lives and concerns They bring nothing with them When they make their returns... …Every morning I wake up On the west 402nd floor Of a residential tower Next to my slim, youthful wife And the trails of flying cars That populate our view From our wall-spanning window As they soar through the city… …I was told of technology, Created and discovered That could reawaken people Who, like me, had died In an earlier era and time… …It’s strange that my past, In all its importance and meaning, Memories, friendships and scenery, Seems to no longer be of concern, Now that I have all this… …I love what was, very dearly, But the life I live now is for me. I have new children, knowledge, Friends and technology… …I’m quite sure it’s possible That old family members That passed before me Could exist in the same place That I now live and find myself… …But I can’t be certain, Maybe they live further, Deeper, in an unknown future That I can’t even comprehend…? …All I know is that, like me, They have a new life somewhere So I’ll do what I tried to do My first time around… …I’ll continue to grow and live on In this new, world-spanning cityscape Fueled by the love and memory Of a past life remembered only by me...
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
R E B O R N
_...All I remember was Cancer and my hospital room, My green gown, my bed, My white hair and mustache Until suddenly... ...Reality started to stretch… …And flatten into a brief euphoric white… …I felt a cathartic release As I was encapsulated and bathed In a glorious sensation… ...I floated for an eternity… …Until I felt my euphoria lifting…_ …As my eyes reopened I found myself gazing Upon a room of tiny lights, Blue and pink specs Dotting the inner workings Of large wall sized machines… …They lifted me upright In a gray metal chair And with sharp robotic groans, A long arm from the wall Held up a mirror to my face... ...In the reflection was a young man I thought I would never see again… …I had a wife back before, But now I have a new one Everybody in my situation, ("Reborns", as they are called) Has brand new things and people Filling their lives and concerns They bring nothing with them When they make their returns... …Every morning I wake up On the west 402nd floor Of a residential tower Next to my slim, youthful wife And the trails of flying cars That populate our view From our wall-spanning window As they soar through the city… …I was told of technology, Created and discovered That could reawaken people Who, like me, had died In an earlier era and time… …It’s strange that my past, In all its importance and meaning, Memories, friendships and scenery, Seems to no longer be of concern, Now that I have all this… …I love what was, very dearly, But the life I live now is for me. I have new children, knowledge, Friends and technology… …I’m quite sure it’s possible That old family members That passed before me Could exist in the same place That I now live and find myself… …But I can’t be certain, Maybe they live further, Deeper, in an unknown future That I can’t even comprehend…? …All I know is that, like me, They have a new life somewhere So I’ll do what I tried to do My first time around… …I’ll continue to grow and live on In this new, world-spanning cityscape Fueled by the love and memory Of a past life remembered only by me...
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It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up and fever To impose on the evening. The noise came from outside: A metal detonating Native, evidently, to These stilled suburbs nobody Startled at it, though the sound Shook the ground with its pounding. It took a root at my coming Till the thudding shource, exposed, Counfounded in wept guesswork: Framed in windows of Main Street's Silver factory, immense Hammers hoisted, wheels turning, Stalled, let fall their vertical Tonnage of metal and wood; Stunned in marrow. Men in white Undershirts circled, tending Without stop those greased machines, Tending, without stop, the blunt Indefatigable fact.
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Night Shift
Listen to the machines meditate. Touch their buttons and turn them on. Plug into the charged thoughts of your radio statically in between stations, or the electric fan buzzing its soothing breeze, humming vibrantly against your brain like a relaxing massage from an absent soul. Movements of the world outside masked in a mechanical bubble of unnatural dreams.
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
Static Dreams (& Meditating Machines)
Why not engineer all the mistakes away? We could evolve into machines. Then there wouldn't be cells To proliferate Uncontrollably. There wouldn't be thoughts Only wires. I wouldn't end up at your door. I wouldn't care About the valleys, Mountain ranges, That your white cotton shirt stretches over. We could be ones and zeroes- A code for no heartbreak.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC
Engineer to Evolve