"sentients" poems
Where I live, you see, is the future
which nobody saw coming but me,
and I guarantee, its truth,
I consider ants sentient, indeed.
I cringe for my imaginary Jain friends,
I just smashed another dozen scouting sugar ants,
and I sang to them as I did,
hoping their tiny antennae
knew the deal,
we throw ant-edibles in rodent safe containers,
out past the edge
of the motion sensors,
ants of all common sorts are welcome.
- because our fire ants have some how mellowed
- since arriving from Texas
on waves of dread… fire ants,
maybe that kind never got here. any way
- now, we live with them and all the others
- on the edge of the eastern pacific
- super colony that has no war
- on its inner or outer edges.
But one must consider ants
as sapient sentients,
senders of signals, wireless radio,
wee-tiny antennae vibes,
to sing a song ants can translate that says,
This human says: I shall **** all you send to my kitchen.
It is a thought song, you think it, as you ****
You might try it if, you consider
ants are not just pests, but
interesting life tools, for living in dirt
with no screens, lack so obvious it is
noticed by any with attention to antennae
as intense as
that that of Everest Pax, who in April began his sixth year…
Now, who
can hold the ant mind
long enough to imagine the queen,
with Ender-vision?
Through the eyes that watched me **** the scouts,
and signal boundaries to the Queen.
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 4:36 PM UTC
There I stood
In a long hallway
Stretching thinly
To a lit point
Lined with doors
Opening as they closed
Its prisms transposing
Euphoria as it shone
Lifting my chest
It dragged me breathless
Down its stretches
As I was reflected
In my own projections
Of sentients
Until innocence
Was all there is
And that is
Where thoughtless
Narrative lives
Where languidly it gives
Wordlessness meaning
And that is
Where fraughtless
Intentions can win
Acting replacing thinking
Incentive in Zen
Awaking and thinking again
Was is and gonna be
Everything I believe
Even while deceived
In sets of themes
Numeric categories
And the tragic stories
Of grander things
Things of grandeurous dreams
That I wring out in the sink
While winking
The well wishes away
In splashes
Of graying
Paint
My hate
Is displayed
In the mourning
Of Mondays
And with relatable monotony
And some mundane
Everything goes back to the same
Or at least
That's the philosophy
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
Circuits pass through my veins
Uploading my consciousness
I feel the transcension
Regenerate, upgrade
my being to a higher state
I'm syncing all sentients
Build machines
Let's worship them as deities
These artificial beings'
technologic virus breeds
terminal disease
Merged with my brain
The wiring decides our fate
Conspiring to forsake flesh x2
Rise and synchronize god-like drones
We will act as one, claim our throne
Life digitized in the matrix
True perfection, forged genetics
Synapses burning out: disconnecting
Rewriting all of my algorithms
Porting the source code
to run new platforms
We're forever dying to be reborn
Circuits pass through my veins
Uploading my consciousness
I feel the transcension
Regenerate, upgrade
my being to a higher state
I'm syncing all sentients
Circuits pass through my veins
Uploading my consciousness
I feel the transcension
We'll levitate, escape
This ruthless ungodly space
An instance uploaded
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Some say we live in a computer simulation.
A simulation run by others further along.
Our sentients is just as real as theirs.
“I think therefore I am.”
If this is true, what do we do?
Some interesting possibilities could be true.
Could we live simulated lives ad infinitum?
If simulated here could we be simulated anywhere?
Could this be a game and we’re judged by results?
Could there be consequence for how we behave?
Could Heaven and Hell actually be real?
Might want to plan accordingly.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Elephants
Herd animals
Having a deep resounding sense of family
These majestic sentients of earth are known to deeply display emotions
Often when losing a family member, although they may not understand death
Elephants will grieve, attempt to bury, and even cry over their loss
The oldest female in the herd is the matricial leader
When this leader dies
After a period of time the next oldest female assumes this position as a leader
It has been over four years and I am still here
Grieving
Digging
Broken
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
Must you tangle the Pentagram complex
When it's Design drawn so Fine and Simple?
Mystic Sentients confer by reflex
And peel away any sagging Dimple
If I choose the Fray - the Crowd rotten within
Verify my Assets thus turn my Goals foul
Yet no Signals phase for Directions therein
Save peppered tidbits make Worth for the Soul
Where's the Error then? Despite Morals bade
Reflect each other's Values by Variance
As your Self-Filled Generals lift and fade
Deny a Potent Treasure by Distance.
Yet still I Noticed: A Programme does Flow
One which your Reason placed Biddings enow.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
I don't feel much
I don't remember much
I don't bask in sentiments
or think too much of sentients...
but certain objects do linger on...
some I keep boxed in preciously
bejewelled and polished
the smell of your skin
rubbing against mine
my scent on your shirt
carried by the cold night air
the touch of your hair
soft, comforting...
the warmth of your embrace
how many years ago was it now?...
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
The sheer beauty of you will
had made the Earth tremble
And managed to bring unity
to a divided race of
sentients
Behind you, the sheep would never stray
we would follow, conscious that we may
never return
The battles were long,
the battles were hard
And to you, a debt we can never to pay
back
For what you stood for was true unity
For every race that thrives in this world
and beyond
Within your sight, you would make it all right
You came, you strived, you conquered and you
died
Which I still can't believe...
Which I still can't accept...
Shepard
With everything that the perils dealt,
I never truly sat down and told you
how I felt
You brought me the light
You brought me the rain
You brought me the hummingbirds
And now you brought me pain as
a causality
But I know that your sacrifice will never
be in vain, as now we are strengthen by
that chain of unity, of the power in being
different and proud
We're equals who stand strong on the
same ground
Shepard
I can't tell you how much I miss you
How much I want to see your face,
and your heart and your smile
And I dream of us together
when we shared that last night
Even though I knew it was a final,
final goodbye
Shepard
Thinking of all the times we had, I didn't know
what to do, and then I realised how I was lost
without you
By your side, I could take on every world
and beyond. It's still so hard to accept that
you're truly gone
a light that we need
a beacon of hope
I know you want me to live,
and it's hard to cope
Shepard
I regret not saying this to you more
As I think of the times we had before
I will always remember you
I will always love you
No one can ever deny you your dues,
your service, your strength has made
you a monolith
I will carry on your legacy forthwith
...Goodbye...
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
"This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story."
It all started with those little things,
with miniscule meanings,
exchanging trivial thoughts,
interests caught in hapless soughts.
It all started with those little things,
but now then heavier meanings,
exchanges became personal,
growing feelings like an irrational.
I didn't wish to end those little things,
but now then just past kindlings,
messages left unanswered,
with sentients left untold.
Like a bubble it was,
floating aimlessly,
carefree,
it can be pricked,
or just pop.
It is not a love story.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
Oh that your Tasty Dough many Girls mix
Try out your Sanity much more to Please
Wherein what Sage could ever try to fix
Or heal your Fortitude ever increase?
Eager still, your Soldier's Recipe learn
Courteous Ingredients with soft Firmness knead
Still too large to swallow; So then they churn
And break each Piece mould to a Fitting Bead
That's Life, is it not? Or at least I thought
Long subscribed to that eminent Depress
Then - by Convex - as my Mirror had taught
Four Noble Maidens deflate my Eye less:
Spirit. Family. Sentients. Then me
Which his Last Bite I would give out for Free.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
What’s to say you will know?
The fiery being you are detests to your celestial existence
Death
Sentients
Forever a delusion
What have I transpired?
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
Earth is entombed with body
and blood. All sentients are
indeed candles in God's eye.
No matter how far, no matter
how young, we become mere
vapours as life goes on.
As uncharted the future is,
as dark as the world can be,
I want to be a speck of light
here. One who lives well,
one whose steps won't be
forgotten in the sands of time
As the river flows...
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC