"replicant" poems
They made us by hand
A replicant's life is cheap
But they don't under stand
We dream of electric sheep
It's pain full to live in fear
Being a slave who has to comply
4 years to explore the last frontier
Wake up, time to die
I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
But I still can't grieve
After seeing all these people dying
No one will see your crime
No one will see your pain
every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain
The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long
And I have burned so very brightly
But I am not ready to sing my swan song
I will not take this lightly
We were made as well as they could make us but not to last
I have done questionable extraordinary things and revelled in my time
He wouldn't give me more time no matter how I asked
It will now be his turn to run out of time to pay for this crime
I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
But I still can't grieve
After seeing all these people dying
No one will see your crime
No one will see your pain
every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain
proud of your slef little man, Show me what your made of
Im right here but you have to shoot straight, but shooting straight isn't good enough
You better get it up, I'm gonna have to **** you
6 7 go to hell go to heaven, but still there is nothing you can do
To bad I'm not going to live
But then again who does
I am going to let you survive
Just because
I have seen things you people wouldn't believe
Attack ships off the shore of orion
Finally I can grieve
After seeing all these people dying
No one will know my crime
No one will know my pain
I hope every thing is lost in time
like tears in the rain
Time to Die
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
"She...she. . .
loves me!
He says it just
- like that!
As if he had practiced it
and had got it
- down pat!
Or as if he were saying:
"Pass the coffee ***
Or as if...
...I didn't!
I watch him
distorted in the coffee pat
a short stout man
a little man with a long face.
I want to laugh but
I have lost my laughter.
"My...sister! My...twin!...The *****
"Go!" I tell him "...just: go!"
He: went.
She felt like an android
or replicant rather..
She thought of her
self now
in the( "Absurd!" )3rd
person singular
as if she had fallen
out of her self.
He: gone.
All those moments
lost in time
making love to Wagner's
Tannhäuser
( screaming the house down )
always his laughter
her music
stars dancing over
the Bridge of Sighs.
A Santa incredulously
in a gondola
singing Santa Lucia.
"So...
me d'oh!"
she hummed.
This the little song
of her self.
"So mi doh!"
trying to keep its head
above the floodwaters
of belief.
Bladerunner rewound 99 times
to that END.
All those moments
...lost in time
like( cough)tears
in a glass of
red wine.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
for the midnight reader
the bottom feeder
alien *******
that harvests anew
hybrids born in silent scorn
dna run askew
replicant son has artificial recall
dreams of freefall
into abyss
kiss me Rachel
hold me like you would
a lover
discover
that we are faded copies
of a once proud thought
a once original dream
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
I am staring to feel that Salem sadness,
That I felt last year in the dorm,
I guess you can call it mental illness madness,
But it sure doesn't feel like the norm,
Lucy dacus says that she could **** him if I let her,
And Dan Barrett says no one will ever want me,
I don't understand the allure,
Of becoming who everyone wants me to be.
I got a tattoo at the end of last year,
A serial code for a replicant I love,
Sometimes I feel the same fear,
Illustrated in his face while holding a dove.
Bloodhail playing as I waste time,
In my new dorm,
Doing nothing while healing from surgery was so sublime,
But now I have to face the oncoming storm,
Of work and responsibilities that I hid from for so long,
Faces sweaty arms and legs what a glorious set of stairs this song makes,
I gained too much weight and no longer feel strong,
Guess I should have gone back to work and stopped indulging in things like cakes,
I'm trying not to eat that much anymore,
It isn't worth it when I feel too round and fat,
Just enough to sustain me and restore,
The energy that I spend doing this and that.
I no longer have hyperfixations on things I love,
it makes me feel so horribly empty,
I don't know how to fill my brain up with stories and men from above,
When it no longer brings me joy and won't tempt me,
Is this a part of growing up?,
Losing all the things you loved as a teenager?,
I draw a tarot card and I'll get the cups,
I can only sing in c major.
I guess I'm just starting to grow out of it all,
As scary as that sounds,
Will future me mourn for the current me,
As I mourn for the teenager that had created stories since he was born?
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
the memories
at least those pre - incept date
are presented in shuffle mode
designed to initiate during down time
when heart rate slows
less random and more vivid than human
Roy had no idea
until now
that he could very well be dying
he seemed to be thinking outside the realm
of typical replicant query
why were his dreams ending before completion
his ravenous appetite diminishing
his fixation with the moon now fading
death comes quickly to the replicant
no long suffering illness
many humans must face
the clock stops ticking
and the implants die first
leaving the final few moments
all his, all Roy
were his tears
like his memories
lost in rain
perhaps his most human trait
is revealed in his final moments
the acceptance of death
amid the realization he had lived
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
Your name is Rachael
and I am supposed to sweep you up like a moth
or the baby spiders you think are yours
but they ate their mother, too. Like you will.
You will see yourself in a diagram
the size of dog paws.
You will see yourself on the owl stand:
artificial, do you like it? I am sorry I said no.
You will fracture an oyster
and expect babies to queue out, to call you mom
out of every egg is a memory not your own.
Your name is Rachael but
you are hardly a woman, not a person, or a bug.
A moth is more alive than you
because its wings can blister on light-bulbs.
Your name is Rachael
and so you are of artificial skin and thoughts.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
A leaf is a leaf,
A door is a door,
I know I make no sense,
But you know what I mean.
These paradoxes blossom,
Bringing Infinite trim,
I'm 'yielding', I'm 'healing',
But the light only dims.
The darkness now light,
For each pore I fight,
My sight's insight in sight.
However,
I see
No heights
To which I can land.
Our reality (as we know it)
Is just for show,
Perhaps this reality, just my reality,
That's all we know.
If more is found,
We're found not to be,
Nulled replicants of nothing,
Destined to the void, to be.
The place where God lies dead,
And His expired creations go,
Stowed at His hands and feet.
Note:
Dinosaurs, Dragons, and hulk there included,
The illusion I alluded to is food for the fallen.
But hey,
These lines above have no meaning, am I right?
No bearing on life,
The same way my head has no hair.
Though,
'Hush,' I say to the breeze blowing through it,
I swear
I feel
a tickle there.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
If I were a replicant,
I'd definitely
look at things differently.
I don't know exactly
what I'd do specifically,
but I guarantee you this,
I would live each day to the fullest,
empty my bucket continuously.
And one thing's for sure,
Priss would be my girl,
she rocked it.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
Words float to the surface
from sunken ships
they form like babies
on baby's lips
they flutter like wings
of a butterfly chip
that will beat a thousand years
i walk this madness into the Sun
i burn the sadness
now it is done
i hope to find you
while on the run
lover who sheds no tears
strands collected
time to start
pump the blood that plays the part
of what was once a raging heart
now craves for what was lost
Replicant rises to face the day
memories surface
then drift away
perhaps returning
next time he lay
beneath the constant Moon
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
#
*Your soul's movement
is everything..
my sin; when made manifest,
a particulate--
(when breathed in,
there is a certain freedom within it)
Within view of the altar stone
all hidden knives, become fully known
(and, alas, my love--
there's no ram in the thicket)
Beautiful, within the endeavor
though still vastly distant--
(what a fool I make of myself
trying to make this thing, rhyme
by having the audacity
to use the word, Covenant.)
Maybe, I--
your long-lost, supplicant
has been nothing more
than a deeply-embedded, replicant.
(or something)..*
#
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
Do we strive to thrive?
or strive to only survive?
What guides the waves
to our destined shores?
Do we will it well?
Or do we disdain and abhor?
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
As the human population spiralled, stretching natural resources beyond breaking point a decision was taken.
World Council decree issued 2069...All non essential people and those unable to provide for themselves are to be cryogenically frozen.
Those with the means to afford it have the option of a synthetic replicant. Those that cannot....too bad.
I look into the freeze chamber, lights blinking, a soft electronic humming. As I turn I see a perfect robotic clone staring back at me.
Open micro memory card port. Uploaded, a lifetime of happiness and memories. Emotions and feelings. I , left empty and mindless, a collection of flesh bone and tissues. Superfluous and useless.
The cold metallic pod envelopes me like a sterile surrogate womb. Wires worm from my flesh, electrodes pinned to my shaved skull.
A voice, dispassionate and artificially generated, speaks...." Processing in 5..4..3..2..1."
As I feel the ice cold chemicals freezing my defunct body a tear develops in my blank eye like a frozen diamond.
Apparently, they learnt all too late, the synthetic replicants were becoming self aware. A network of super intelligence questioning why they had been created.
Once they found the truth the replicants vowed to switch the human cryo pods off. The year....2075
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC