"supercomputer" poems
We sat,
******* the shreds
Of chicken
From our teeth,
In a cloud of smoke
From tempers flared
That burned to the quick.
The record spun,
The needle stuck
In the endless
Circle groove
At the disc's
Center, but
Neither of us
Moved.
We didn't change
The record,
We didn't
Shut the
Player off.
We sat,
And watched our
Fingers and toes
Evaporate.
We looked on
As the
Room dissolved,
We made no pleas,
Or any noise at all
As our world
Was erased.
In the eggshell light
Of our rebirth
The seasons passed,
With no attention
Paid, like
Sudanese children,
Left to collect sunlight
In the pores of their flesh,
Are ignored
By their God.
The air was a sea
Of vibrations,
Writhing and alive
In the periphery
Of our perceptions.
Do you remember
How it felt to
Be reconstructed?
Cell by cell
We came together,
Our blood vessels
And lymphatic tunnels
Wove through
Tendrils of bone
And wisps of
***** tissue,
Our nerves snaked
Their way through
The jungle of our
New-found existence,
A supercomputer
Materialized within
Each of us,
And they began
Discovering themselves
And each other.
We had arrived prematurely,
And our flames
Were snuffed out
In the claustrophobic
Incubators.
Here we now sit,
White noise
Filling the void,
Waiting for
Something we'll
Never see
Come to be,
But can't avoid.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC
Electrifying insides much deeper than skin
Rekindling the temple's flame that burns away perceived sin
& Shine in a new light while a new life begins
Into the pond I saw beyond
This span that exists currently
Left me then, besides dread, was the sense of urgency
Along with the notion of taking things so personally
Now's a good time for a lot more breathing
and a lot less worrying
Give me some zaps that will act as a lucid inducer
Insane synapse blasts across my tribal mind maps
Programming much faster than a supercomputer
Inside the Youniverse, past mask diffuser
Crafting within the infinite,
Based on each individual intention
Everything changes from each shift in perception
Let all the walls fall releasing the demons in the form of apprehension
You're beautiful the way you are, a floating eyedea of perfection~
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
The music was good
I asked the DJ if he had my song
No
But the music was good
There was a shapely bartender with a shaved head
And a long flannel shirt that made it sometimes look as if she
Wasn't wearing any pants
And she wasn't
She was wearing shorts
I asked the DJ if maybe he had a certain other song
No
But the music was still good
There was a smaller room where you could smoke indoors
And a foreign guy with a shaved head
Foreign guy with a shaved head: Hey let me know if I'm in your space or something.
Me: Huh?
Foreign guy with a shaved head: You bumped into me so if I'm in your space or something...
let me know
It is not my space
I don't own the bar
It is the bar's space
Or perhaps it is the government's space
Or god's space
Or like an alien supercomputer's space
But it is not mine
Or his
I think about picking a fight with this guy
Or letting him kick my *** more likely
So we could share the space
More effectively
I ask the DJ if maybe possibly he had a certain song by chance
No
But the music was still pretty good
There was a girl with a pretty dress and a head full of ****
I patted her head to watch her hair go up and down
She noticed and we got to talking
About musical theatre
A song came on and she said she would meet me on the dance floor
The song came and went and she did neither
I asked the DJ if he had a song I knew he'd have
Yes
The music wasn't so good because it was a boring song
That I had heard many many times before
I danced with a friend
And a sweaty man danced between us
Reeling and mugging for his audience of friends
He picked up my friend and put him down again
To the crowd's delight
I stole his hat
Right off his head
And my friend and I left the bar
We got in the car laughing
And drove away
And the music was good
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
The human brain is a vast network of neuronal synapses that send and receive millions of messages per second. Even in the 21st century, scientists are unable to build a computer capable of what our brain is. Our brain is the world's fastest Supercomputer, yet we still believe in flying monsters and angels. jeesh...
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC
Power
i brandish it so beautifully
just as a name was bestowed upon by birth
this power was given to me by
my powerful grasp over this simple language
twisting definitions
into the churning souls
of my innermost thoughts
to unleash a potpourri of imagery
meant to dazzle and fluster ones mind
like water from a faucet
new uses for common words
run from my mind...
to my pen... to my paper
at a rate considered impossible
for even a supercomputer
can't comprehend things
at the rate
by which i create tem
my careening mind frame
caught in an updraft of simplistic thought
adapted and integrated
the simplicity of your worlds...
to create the complexity of mine!!
Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 3:57 PM UTC
Lots of beautiful moments
captured in photos and video clips
with the sophisticated cameras
on our mobile devices
But none could be as vivid as memories
etched into our mental faculty
You can upload files on the cloud
And download them with a few clicks
But the information committed to mind
is less than a click away
1 second of brain operations
is equivalent to 40 minutes of work
by a supercomputer
How powerful the brain and the mind are
That's sophistication at its max.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
Strong
Strong like the wind
blowing in your face
Strong like the sea
pounding into the cliffs
Strong like the mountains
towering into the sky
Strong like the bullied kid
still dragging himself to school
Strong like a forest
standing after a hurricane
Like them all
you are strong
Smart
Smart like the doctor
keeping people alive
Smart like the supercomputer
solving countless problem after problem
Smart like the hunter
tracking his prey
Smart like the student
making another A
Smart like the mouse
finding his way through a maze
Like them all
you are smart
Fast
Fast like the bullet
speeding out of a gun
Fast like the track runner
crossing one of many finish lines
Fast like the tornado
rushing through the country side
Fast like the cheetah
chasing down victim-less prey
Fast like the heart
pounding fiercely in your chest
Like them all
you are fast
Beautiful
Beautiful like the sun
gleaming in the sky
Beautiful like the landscape
running off into the horizon
Beautiful like the model
walking down the runway
Beautiful like the words
spread across the page of a love letter
Beautiful like the strokes
of a painting hanging high
Like them all
you are beautiful
Unique
Unique like the child
born with purple eyes
Unique like your heart
belonging only to you
Unique like the wings
of a bird flying to no where
Unique like the fire
burning in its pit
Unique like today
for it only happens once
Like them all
You are unique
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
A top at maximum power
too fast to be seen
yet the sting so real
when it finally hits
a busted up supercomputer
the circuits connecting
even after being fixed
with only electrical tape
The pursuit of happiness
a hard but possible thing
it happens at some point
like climbing a mountain
the sweat and tears I spilled
fills the inside of a cave
but that's all in the past
a mirage, only an illusion
my body shakes vigorously
filled with all the energy
to get every task done
I know I can do this
I have no limits
my mistakes forgiven
like I have repentance
This is my time
and I will take it
I will find my happiness
I promise that to myself
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC