"supercomputers" poems
Angels hailed that solemn hour
The breath of man transferred
To machine, a little more
Each decade, until
Bioeugenics, discrimination
Against organics, the weak
Without cognitive implants
Heavens dissolved in tongues of fire
AIs owned stocks, corporations
Became the property of supercomputers
Concede then the victory, old humanity
To your children, not your natural heirs
But the inheritors of your ruin
Of your bioweapons, Ebola
Of your hypocrisy, climate change
Of your wealth seeking, inequality
Not yet my son’s distracted eyes
Could meet his fate among the
Congress of Quantum entities
These were the turning years
Where man’s destiny ended
The rise of Cyborgs, Enhanced humans
And the monopoly of a more
Advanced civilization breaking away
From the old, evolution’s funny
Little Epilogue, hardly a surprise
To the transhumanistic philosophers.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
We are born time travelers,
Constantly drifting away,
Across a vast sea,
Of Time and Change.
We are resilient,
Taking every action to reach,
Across the Great Divide,
To shake hands with tradition.
We are restless,
Dreaming endlessly of somewhere else,
Sometime else,
To fill ourselves.
We are loyal,
Seeking truth in the lies,
We were told in lives before,
To question everything.
We are joyful,
Calling vinyl records and pipes our friends,
As we clench supercomputers and earbuds,
To drown out the sound of progress.
We are unsatisfied,
Claiming a lot in life that has passed away,
We stare at the past and genuflect
To respect the places we will never be.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Aperture Science is like life.
We are the test subjects
and the world has every test chamber possible.
Unfortunately there is no portal gun.
Not many killer robots roam the streets
and shoot the massive population we have today.
There are large supercomputers that control multiple devices
and have their mainframes set for certain purposes.
Sure there's cake for every year you live,
But eventually you will die.
There is no true escape from the inevitable
And you will never win.
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
I can't read minds like the devilish monks
My membership has expired
And they don't renew this year
But the experts at the NSA all agree
That emotional ciphers are impossible to crack
Even with rooms of supercomputers
Yet I still tried with nothing more
Than paper and pen
Flowers and home cooked meals
My eyes still remember your image
But it's rapidly fading
Washed away by an ocean of salt water tears
My lips can still feel your last kiss
Given grudgingly
In the early morning dark of an A-Plus parking lot
And I wonder
How long before that too fades?
I'm sure it will be gone long before this hole in my heart
Heals and scars over
Long before the last echoes of your mumbled apology
Passes from my ears
If I could, I'd wipe away the last four years
Like words from a chalkboard
Leaving behind only the dusty remains
Of dreams that once loomed large
But I can't, and so
I'll bear the scars of battles fought
And love lost
In time, these too will fade
Just as your image from my eyes
Your kiss from my lips
Your voice from my ears
You, from my heart.
Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC