"processors" poems
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!
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
“The most important scientific revolutions all include, as their only common feature, the dethronement of human arrogance from one pedestal after another of previous convictions about our centrality in the cosmos.”
Stephen Jay Gould
Give me
vacuum tube torus Lorentz-Klein interference receptors
dual noble-gas maser integration processors
at least one
prosthetic Gaussian carbon-coated ribosomal Tesla coil
an anthropomorphic hierarchical temporal meme-pseudopod
some
support vector k-nearest neighbor algorithms
reverse engineered quantum optic die-cast silica motherboards
self-assembling three dimensional electro-active protein polymers
maybe even
a superconducting spectral alkali resonance analyzer
paired with
harmonizing piezoelectric kinematic thermal modules
dipped in
subzero Kurzweil-circuit nanite neurotransmitters
and voila!
God.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
Mind is a super computer they say.
It can think of millions of stuff in a matter of day.
From the bombings in Iraq,
to the hurt in my best friends heart.
From the moment its up,
It never stops,
To stop. Blink or breathe.
It keeps running at night.
The subconscious consumes power.
Often leaving the mind tired at the break of dawn.
When it meets people,
it reads the signs at many levels.
Subject of talk,
Body language.
Positivity of the vibes,
The way the person jives.
A handshake.
A wink.
A hug.
A swiftly made jug*
It notices everything.
In all this processing.
It accumulates a lot of clutter!
And the mind with all the confusing thoughts,
becomes like hot butter!
Sparks fly like an electronic of fire!
And it needs something to distract it.
What works best is a bit of exercise.
A bit of chattering,
Or writing it all out.
Some find solace in Games or Movies.
Why do they work?
Because they engage all senses,
And make the mind groovy.
Smoking and doping do great too.
But reducing the processors of our mind to grade two!
Hallucinating and dreaming 80% of it.
The mind thinks its being more productive that most of it.
But illusions destroy us further.
Making the mind believe it’s just another wonder.
Wonder though it is.
Using only 10% of it we create,
Science, History, Mystery,
But this wonder has a lot on bate.
If it goes in the wrong direction.
Even thinking too much is an addiction!
Original thoughts are like endorphins to the mind.
Making it jump and do cartwheels inside.
Stimulating discussions are named that way,
Because engaging in one makes us jumpy all day.
It satisfies the mind that,
I have done something constrictive besides,
Whiling my days in sorrow,
and waiting for the morrow.
Mind is like a baby that need attention,
if not given that it runs in all directions.
Mind is a super computer that needs,
the dedication of a programmer.
Be that programmer and feed your mind the right numbers,
And see it become the eighth wonder!
*Jug- short for juggle.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
The first shots slammed across the woods at dawn
Into my sleep, there taking down my dreams
Which can’t be slung into a pickup truck
And carried to the processors by noon
Venison is a bit gamey, of course:
That’s why they call it game, wild game, then food
Blended with pork and spices for Thanksgiving
And that’s a nice little dream in itself
Let’s not indulge sentimentality here
In forest glades or on china plates – it’s just a deer
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Go north. Go east. Get lamp. Get food. Get key.
Get sword. Examine sword. It's glowing blue.
Say "plugh". You watch the world around you flee.
You're standing near a boulder marked "Y2".
Put Auntie's thing in bag. It doesn't fit.
(By Infocom. Wherever games are sold.)
Such antics are the price for us to sit
where Thorin sits and sings about his gold.
You're standing west of house again. You see:
a robot and a door. The door sees: you.
You're carrying some fluff, some shades, no tea;
Be careful. You'll be eaten by a grue.
Oh, now you've gone and fallen in a pit.
You're carrying as much as you can hold.
In Bedquilt. You see shadows through the slit,
where Thorin sits and sings about his gold.
But Activision's little shopping spree
had turned the world to wanting something new.
It's sad, but still, I think we'd all agree
the Z-machine's demise was overdue.
The day when all the world went sixteen-bit
the era died. I think they broke the mould
when pictures took the place of words and wit,
where Thorin sits and sings about his gold.
Prince of the numbers, worlds have watched you knit
the memories of processors of old;
you've made a better planet, I submit,
where Thorin sits and sings about his gold.
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 3:54 AM UTC
So tired
Back to work and then there's this social event and that social event
and the last one is the best one and I'm still trying to get over not having
last years job that was taken from me and given to you and still
trying not to even think about this because this is a whole new year and
Driving past Napa Valley's Wineries
Hotels, Buses, wine
Everything wine and I don't know where I'm going
My GPS broke, and the directions are drive straight and you'll see it
Suburbia has turned into true wealth
I've gone back in time, wine Haciendas on hill tops
like feudal mansions, waiting for the peasants to do the actual
work of wine, the dirt and the sweat of wine as the owners
twiddle their thumbs and worry about the stock market and their wine
I arrive at my Castle. For a few moments I will be allowed to taste
the lifestyle of the wine and pretend that I too belong in this castle
watching grapes ripen and waiting for the teaming hordes to do my work
and the mechanical wine processors sit idly waiting for the grapes and I feel a tinge of
sadness and fear for the grapes to be processed like in a slaughter house
until I realize they are only fruit, and not mammals
And on the hot deck overlooking the beautiful, silent valley with grapes ripening before
our eyes the only chair left is next to you
I sit down and look to my right and I see the woman who I feared would take my job and now did
and I wonder how it is that this has happened that I've driven for miles in the hot sun
through miles of grapevines only to be made to sit next to you who jealously drooled over
my job and could never say anything good about my work and then you won.
And we talk and I'm very clever and you don't like that because I'm supposed to be stupid
and it's supposed to be obvious why you got the job not me and not some seniority thing
and you say nothing nice, and it's only me keeping up a charade of conversation that
could turn ugly at the drop of a pin but doesn't due to my skill
and you then leave made uncomfortable by the evidence of my continued existence
and lack of dumbness
And it's only later that I realize in my imagination I wanted to hurl you from the deck
and into the wine press
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
Every single day is partitioned fairly, I'd think
amongst us denizens of this uncertain universe,
that makes no loss ever in its unceasing transactions,
as every end is a new begining and also the reverse.
I wonder again on the complex algorithm at play
and demands upon each moment to accomplish it!
With a laugh I just let go the thread of that *****
thought on processors and servors for a humanguous
operation needed for that to go on for ever and aye!
What nonsense! the human logic is hugely flawed
Cosmos has better manuels of operation never
needed to be written down, just like the affairs of heart
of men and woemen that jostle in this planet ,driven
by urges prompted by mind, body and if you'd believe
without any qualms,the spirit, but I wouldn't insist.
Dusk was falling, and I sat smugly on the sugary sands
of the bikiny beach, with a vengence on my face
(but not with the bitterness of one, just now short changed)
And with an adamence to get my fair share of that day's
catch, plucked fruits, harvest,hunted gold or whatever!
I didn't want anyone notice as my exchange was
happening in in silence, on cycles higher without any means
tangible, of communication of any meterial sort.
Then there was a on sand behind me, I felt warmth,
the dog was snuggling closer and closer to me to comfort!
Her liquid eyes said, all that I wanted to hear
She was my solace for the day's battle wound, I reckoned
exuding warmth, she drained my pain like the bad blood
darkly stuck,let out through the cut I just had survived.....
Night was long and the moon anointed us with her balm
on the sand bed a man and a stray dog slept unstirred.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
In his head
A small factory
Producing
Packages of wisdom
Personnel
Cooperating
With unprecedented brilliance
The observers
The processors
The creators
All contributing
To a brand new theory
Unfortunately
The packages
Won’t be sent
The fear
Of incompleteness
Interfering with development
Oh logician
If the world could only
Feel
Your passion
Behold
Your creativity
Your theories
Would dominate the world
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
3D Printing
Proud owners of 3D Printers !
Makers of 3D Printers !
Designers of 3D Printers !
What you are creating
Does't hold a candle
To Designer-maker-owner
All-in-one models
Created eons ago !!
It is the female of
Every species of mammals !
Bones, flesh, blood
Nerves, memory cells
Power plants to convert
Food to energy !
Control systems to regulate
Regeneration of fresh cells
Filter system to provide
Clean oxygen to
Fuel the Power Plants
With Powerful binoculars
Audio production mechanics
Audio receptors to pass on
Grey cells enclosed in
Secure and hard shell
Strands of fine hairs
To cushion impact and
As thermal insulation
Protection shields for
All sensory units
Efficient drainage system
Propulsion facilities
Guidance and command
Center for all activities!!
Processors working 24/7
Processing gene information
Tweaking and fine tuning
Some info and trashing a few
Data storage many TB more
Than many data centers could
Offer with minimum
Upkeep and maintenance
Self-Encryption capabilities
And above all the ability
To produce both male and
Female of their species
All from getting just
One ***** and
ultimately infusion
of LIFE
Into the product as casual
As our breathing.
Do we know the creator?
Different Religions have
Different Names for it
But all the same it is
THE ONLY ONE
That counts :-)
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Our Farmer is different
He wants to change how things have been done
To make our world kinder to the slaved millkers
Some say radical,even risky
Our Farmer wants change
He wants to be kinder to the cow
Just milk once a day
Let cow and calf stay together
Our Farmer is being kinder to his herd
Giving kudos
To his products
Come full circle make cheese again
Our Farmer can see the future
No milk for the processors
Just milk for calf little extra for cheese
Organic is the ethos
Our Farmer is making change
Making a Kinder world
We're produce is Kind
Animal welfare is high
Our farmer is being the kindness he wants to see in the world
KINDNESS Rules
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
Pyrophosphite/Pyrophosphate
Souces of energy, since the beginning of time
chemical processors of matter within
that God did make these, is no mystery of mine
the maker of all things, and that includes sin
all living beings require energy transported
from a tiny bacteria, to a complex human
enzymes with chemical energy reported
how this all happpens, I have no clue man
Pyrophosphate is a simple molecule, an early precursor
consumed by the mystery of organic matter
but there is something more simple, a complex rehearser
taken away the theories of the dreams they now scatter
Pyrophosphite is smarter, no enzymes required
hydrogen is more bountiful exploding with life
no catylyst needed, to process before tired
water molucules is husband to phosphates wife
does all of this matter, does the matter mean much
when the bottom line ascends to the top
is this too deep, am I way out of touch
science is in me, I cant make it stop
Gomer Lepoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
It’s a constant battle between gold and stone in my chest.
One likes to hold a sword to the dark with the whole city at his back.
The other makes warning bells of paper mâché .
Where I come from we’re mostly dare devils.
We cook food on open flames next to a gas tank and race on bridges with no rails. Only one of those is real.
My mind sometimes seems like a doll house made of old computer processors. Attempt 79.
Most days I try to keep my lips zipped shut but my eyes are like a see through body bag.
On other days music tends to be good enough superglue for broken masks.
I remember the first time time froze and my heart tried to handwrite on the ice.
I tried to draw her attention with the broken lead pencils I have for lips but I’ve never been a fine artist.
We haven’t spoken in a while, I guess making new friends is easy but keeping old ones is hard.
There’s overgrowth on the road less travelled and it’s hard to find.
And when I feel down for following the crowd, I use poetry as a pendulum to help my mood swing.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
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
-"Why do you breathe out?"
~"Because I breathe in."
-"Why do you breathe in?"
~"Because I breathe out."
-"How did this begin? I mean, how did it come about?"
~"I'm not exactly sure, though I swear I heard a shout."
-"Well, who was yelling to you?"
~"I don't know...but I cried."
-"And at your beginning, why cry, why not sing?"
~"Well because, my good friend, we start to die when we begin."
-"Pfffft, well if that's the way you see it then fine. We'll let it be-"
~"Oh no, dearest companion, you've asked the questions, the truth you will see. How truly there is no real Me or real You. How the mind has disguised what is one as something two. Two sides of the brain means two processors at work. I mean I should know I've been running them since birth. My experience cleaved so I may be able to comprehend something vague called reality? All that is real teases me, it flitters around my head and vanishes into nowhere, a land beyond Time, beyond the dead. And so that's what I mean between breathing and not. Because the space between breaths is where the Truth will be taught."
-"...well...okay...hmm, um, check please!"
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Hit me with that difference
between nodes and cores
and processors, between
being me and being sure.
Tell me again how to
calculate it, I missed the
first time, don’t shout--
remind me the difference
between comets and asteroids
and meteors, and how computers
and space are not the same
because to me it’s all voids--
the Perseids could be anything
as long as I get to watch
something else burn as it falls.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC
Hands shaking heart trembling words barely forming at the tip of her tongue barely moistened from the lack of attention she spent on creating the catch at the end of that match that didn't last because
it never does
The truth of the matter is that no matter how hard you try to chase after the realistic views of the depths of disaster the equation equates to an unchanging fate and we are left in a tie game of sudden death where rebirth is whats left and the steps to get there
find you
But I remind you,
Penitence is a virtue
and two cents are two cents spent regardless of whats kept
so he reminds her to sit with those emotional breaths and let the internal processors deal with the mess,
through silence
Through God Light
Through *Identification of a program possibly created with human non-conscious involvement and needing to be reprogrammed to function at maximum potential in the world we live in now,
not when it was created
Through,
Silence
Everything is where its meant to be and if you've found me its through a non-visible but not non-existent telephone line of energy that I sparked, and you caught
Through a click of a 'mouse' or an afternoon browse or a general curiosity, I created at point A and through Eternal and Divine Alignment, you have arrived, safely at your destination
Meet,
Point B
----With LOVE and GRATITUDE as your constant reminders that Within is Without and through the responsibility to SELF we shall prosper
<3
HAPPY EVOLVING!
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
pop it in to our new micro wave
2 mins and it is done
food processors are great
put a fly in one
2 mins and it gone
dose end up in another micro wave
that some one has on
food processors are great.
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
"Anyone can write poetry”
I silently yell into my blank monitor,
my cursor blinking back at me
as if it were anticipating
some wise words to spring forth from my fingertips
and grace the benign existence
of Serial Number W1810FAUTM.
Lord knows she’s witnessed the death
of a million half-baked ideas
that made the pilgrimage from my cerebral cortex
to the safe haven of her inner workings.
A daunting journey, no doubt,
for any idea to make;
to traverse the foreign corridors
of my nervous system,
to brave the plastic dunes
of Laptop Keyboard,
to saunter the rank-and-file confines
of word processors and DAWs,
only to retire and die
in the warmth of her circuit boards.
Perhaps it is too much to ask
to push them beyond their resting place.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Artificial intelligence
hence
the men from Whitehall
know sod all
except the
programme and
how
to master it.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Seven months in country
Should consider myself lucky
That I made it this far,
Thus far strong
But not without
Problems along
The way
The same things
Different day
I came here seeking change
In vain
The dynamism
That I crave
To make my sinful soul
Worth saving
Keeps escaping
From my sight
Delusions waking
Me each night
Well-rested
Wrested
From my eyes
My cardiac,
Arrested, dies
Class-struggle-tested
Body lies
Somewhere no one
Will ever find
It rotting
Robotting
Going through the motions
Only
Fixing
Nothing's broken
Just the parts
And processors
That ever doubt
This all absurd
And words I choose
To make me human
Once again
Are ancient ruins
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
Spellbound by her radiance
My blue natural resourceress
My damsel in distress goddess
Her Amazoness princess kiss
Casts no drought apocalips
As her spoiled kids languish
In their ignorance is bliss
I try to dry her eyes' anguish
Of floods that pour from existence
Human condition hurricanes
Of pain her tempests weep in vain
As tears of capital disdain
To wash away the stain of gain
Poisoning her brain again
Pollute her womb's bloom as we play
This methane game another day
And force her to create instead
Four horsemen mounting steeds of dread
Nightmares that run the greed stampede
That sleep in heads and soil beds
And reap the dead and dying seeds
The growing hungry mouths to feed
Exceed the planting fruited trees
Still we believe we need not grieve
Or mourn the lesser lost species
Mere casualties to devil's deeds
And all the weeds of Eden's Eve
At its root but one deceives
And fells her to bereaving knees
Where mortals know not what it means
To taste the breeze her spirit frees
Into the wilderness of dreams
This Holy Ghost is serpentine
Forked-tongue, snake-oiled fear machine
Robotic slaves to industries
Still fueled by God complexities
With processors that just don't see
Or hear her songs of harmony
Life's ever-beating melody
She gives us temporarily
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
Practice “my” traits
Allow the knowledge to flow
I make my food
Servings of protein
Driving alone
Up and about to nowhere
My days seem endless
Distant in my room
Awaken when I see myself perform my life
But is life everything and everyone if we’re all reflections of ourselves
Performing this experience in the now... we are the crowd and dancers
I am you
But my thoughts conquer and the surface is all I see
My ego doesn’t understand
I want to love it so that it shrinks
I’m full from my meal
I miss Sabrina, my dear friend
I’m on this journey, and you’re still in it too somehow
Beauty is when the mind ends
When you just are with what’s infront of you
Cultivating in this state of loneliness
Collecting information
Input
Output
I don’t want to work tonight
The people will dance to the music
I’ll dance to our lives
But still playing my role
Shake my head right
Security
Whatever
Everything is happening in one moment
Sometimes it’s
:/
Sometimes it’s
:)
You know
Either or... it still is... “is”
When it all collapses, your spine tingles
I love my family
I love myself more these days, but it’s hard
My thoughts fall into the processors
Some seem to be “important”
I’m practicing my life
I’m experiencing it all in one
In one breath
I shift in and out
But it’s always there
Either way, I cherish the emotions
The downfalls
The glory moments
I come back to myself
I come to back to all
Behind the curtains
Behind the show
Behind the producers
Behind the mind
Underneath it all
In peace
Dancing in the stillness of it all
So much to think
They come and go
But some are part of me, they are stitched into my mind
I’m going to drink some coffee
This one is everywhere
But inside me
“Meeeee”
I miss myself sometimes
But I’m wrong to
This is fresh
I’m getting used to the handles of this acceptance
A follicle in an ocean
Vessels of ideas walking the earth, ******* each other
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC