"technologically" poems
i hate how we can’t ******* hang out without people looking at their **** phones
{except i check mine too}
i hate how technology has the audacity to imitate physical presence by this ******** FaceTiming
{except i wish i had an iPhone}
i hate how relationships take place on the ******* phone
{except if i had a relation, i would do the same}
i hate how we type how we feel instead of just saying it
{except i find it easier to see it in text than to say it in speech}
i hate how we spend time on the computer instead of taking a ******* walk
{except i spend all day on the computer}
i hate this new ******* technologically advanced generation
{except i'm a part of it}
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Humans are robots,
Robots that act like humans,
Technologically.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Such potential
space navigating
technologically intriguing
dreamers
thinkers
lovers
Killers
destroyers
fighters
haters
If you see potential then nurture it
If you're in space the see it
If you create technology then create for good
If you are a dreamer then dream big
If you're a thinker then think of new
If you're a lover then love all
If you must **** then **** stereotypes
If you must destroy the discrimination
If you must fight then fight to be free
If you must hate then hate war
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
places I rarely visit
consist of programmers obeying restrictions
operating under false assumptions
distracted by faulty wiring
swarms gather under fluorescent lights
to contemplate organic life technologically
never satisfied with the diagnosis
for it always leaves them feeling empty
can I be blamed,
for not only wanting this digital life to be restrained,
but for also wanting it to change?
a persistent desire to aspire some revolution
to move away from
light pollution & pixel resolution
absent of
abbreviated emotion & cyber fixation
only
unplugged love & three dimensional conversation
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
If Stephen King was black
Obama would not be president
Segregation would exist all over again
OJ would have gotten guilty without a trial
Except the black part would be technologically advanced
cars that navigate themselves
Sonic energy distribution
portable wings
the Rockateer would also therefore be black
Disney Land would be scary and real
Darwin would have been black
Go go Gadget’s engineer would be black
Malcolm X would have been mixed race
Carl Sagan ran the blackest gang in Oakland
If Stephen King was black
Therefore
Stephen Hawkings is black too
Einstein invented Compton in ten minutes
On a coffee break
The bees Einstein was referring to are the African Killa bees
And Einstein was the father of Wu tang
Stephen Hawkings hangs out with Mike Tyson and Alicia Keys
The Black Panthers like every other morning in the blackest house Washington DC
Made me eggs benedict with fresh eggs and ham
Dr Seuss is therefore black by association
Aunt Jemima would run the FDA and tap maples trees in the Berkshires
But she is white now
America would turn a blind eye and play more volley ball
and in us
God would trust
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
Fighting for Freedom
Not my freedom
mine is not the
ludicrous "Freedom" you all worship
Not the steroid enhanced
the technologically advanced
the impressively entrancing
Spiteful, Ignorant
all-knowing, all-hating "Freedom"
that empowers you all to fear
anything different. The "Freedom"
that entitles you all to
subdue or eliminate everything
"not you",
Rather,
Anyone seen as a threat to
the mind-numbing culture
created by your "Freedom"
What Freedom?
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 12:41 PM UTC
Books will soon be fading out
Devices are what we explore
Technology will keep progressing
We are improving more and more
There will be another way too write
They will say no need for ink
Just press the words on your tablet
We have newer ways to think.
Now everything is download
And we are ordering things on line
Soon banks will be run by computers
The sign of these changing times.
Things seem to be moving faster
More so than the speed of light
Keeping up is very hard
When things change overnight.
Now cars will soon go electric
And no drivers will need to drive
It will be similar to a sat nav
We should never be surprised
Who'd think the time would ever come
Where technology rules this earth
Say no to political robots
That simply will never work.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
Time stops
when you
text.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
being proud to be black is more important than
slavery
money
insurance
whiteness
caution tape around a social construction zone
that is also an advertisement
also is a warning
advertisement
whiteness
warning
blackness
advertisement
warning
in another language
pay attention to this
if you do not then this will happen
whiteness or else!
Liberty
constitution
justice
whiteness or else!
screaming it
acting like its this pretty evolved thing to be
technologically advanced
to the ultimate in dissociative technology
Organic Intelligence knows within power struggle of language
advertisements and warnings are the same
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
At this point in time everyone is just a separate entity with all different views and different thoughts of life. We're all connected technologically rather than personally. We share cyberspace but not each other. We're distracted by the things that aren't important. When we call out to our leaders about life threatening measures, we are just shoved aside. Tomorrow could be the day, the day where we are all together, not in space, but on earth. We're all worried about our place on earth and the job we'll serve rather than worrying about ourselves and how to improve. We're just being the pawn in the modern kings game. Without our duty, our tears, our sacrifice, or the sweat we put into his method, the king's goblet will spill. When the goblet spills its wine, maybe the light of existence will prevail. Existence shouldn't be us handing ourselves over to blindingly agree, to turnover for the king and what HE thinks is right. We should turn ourselves over to ourselves. The purpose of man shouldn't be for him to be pawned. The modern king isn't one person but a court, telling us what to think, to feel, to express, and how to simply just be. They demand and expect us to believe what isn't real. What is real is right in front of us, the earth, the trees, the sky, the poverty, the greed, the self-righteous, and most importantly ourselves and each other. When do we see the court looking onto our plate and making sure it's full? Where's the right to stand-up for what you think is not only right but wrong? The thoughts of these swine have taken over and I'll be ****** to see it take me. Take my arms, my legs, and my voice but I'd rather die before you try to stop me from thinking twice.
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 10:25 PM UTC
Each generation
technologically swallows
the one before.
Until we are one with
The computer.
Sitting at court like Solomon,
sliding pieces,
square pixels.
In One place,
All the Time.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
#**
Who are these leaders
Who choose grim gruesome wars
A solution, over peace
History haunts
Grieves and taunts
Knowing what wars bring along
Technologically empowered
Primitive and regressive in thoughts
Progressive world, are we ?
Yet to free ourselves
From the microscopic being
Held us captive as jewels in its crown
In cages the minds swept
Invisible the buildup
Outcome, one can see, outbursts
Disconnected, broken some remain
Breaking what they can’t own
Will this war come to an end**#
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 1:36 PM UTC
With more dreams than dreamers;
Too many hopes that could not be,
Too many ways the evil schemers
Could erase the future we might see.
There were millions stealing hope
From all the people everywhere.
There were even more of the people
Who sat silently and did not care.
That is the way the holocaust came
Not from starving people without hope.
The people were the richest ever
Not a multitude on a slippery slope.
We all had our toys and pleasures;
Some less and the chosen had more.
Technologically we were moving
Into a future we could explore.
There was no reason for us to fail,
To turn on each other screaming hate.
We almost had a perfect nation.
We cry and hope it is not too late.
We had begun to fix the problems
And corporations became afraid.
They would lose control of us all
And all the progress we had made.
So, they bought a gang of thugs,
Paid them well to win their seats.
They knew they could change the laws.
The rest of us would know defeat,
Because they counted on the lazy
And the uninformed to buy their lies.
That’s the way the ending happens.
The greedy ****** off the wise.
The evil leaders speak in circles
And say the bad things are good.
The good things are disparaged
They would jail us if they could.
The cloak it all in Bible guises
Claiming they are fixing things.
Some of us can see the truth here;
They try to make a throne for a king.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
*The force and magnitude
of our wires crossing
Electrically charged particles
Radiate throughout the
technologically sparked fires
within our hearts
Bringing forth a trembling
compassion for my waking
life
A simple notion of my devotion
for perpetuating the motions
of our far off and distant love
© 2014 Christina Jackson*
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Here we are again
Humming songs
That we don’t understand
Everything in the world
In the universe
In the palms of our hands
Technologically advanced
Hop-skip-happy-dance
An industrial trance
To have seen the land
The world
The universe
Before our haphazardly
Set up idiosyncrasies
When the earth had nothing
But herself to please
What was it like?
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
at birth,
it resembles and shone like stars
at growth,
i began crashing like cars
at ****** worth,
it is technologically advanced
at death,
it resembles an asteroid lanced
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Evolutionary advanced
technologically enhanced
and Silicon is the cleavage
provider.
It's lift it and pin
nip
tuck it in
and we all
grin and wear it.
Plastics for patients and hard cash for payments while the beggars on the pavement read 'the seven pillars of wisdom' and wonder where the whole thing went bad.
We bud and we grow to
let the auction house know when we throw in the lot and we bid because we have it and it's there and then we want more.
I fall backwards and onto the forest floor.
It's Saturday and not a day to complain about much, but when you're touched by the madness of DuPont and all you can think of is the baptism font there is a message that I can't explain.
Back before then even when men were men and the ladies imagined or not were all beautiful and now
look what we've got
(No punctuation)
an intolerable situation
I should send a letter to my sitting MP.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
While I am resting and staring at a tv screen,
my unborn baby is growing inside of me.
She wiggles & kicks to let me know she's there,
but although I feel it my attentions are elsewhere.
This is not right to ignore real life for technology,
But I fear this is something to which we all are guilty.
And in doing so, we will miss the most precious of life's gifts,
Those magical moments that are there to be not watched but lived.
Because if they are missed, you will not see
& will in time be blind to that type of beauty.
Then you will only ever know life through a screen,
Not living it, just watching it with your smart phone technology.
So don't be a fool and let yourself technologically drown,
Connect to the real world and put your gadgets down.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
These strange fellows
Still record on videotape
Abroad an outdated
Insufficient spacecraft
The shape of
An interstellar bowling alley
By night they hunt for
New age wine
Radio waves
And a slew of hitchhikers
Some they greet
Some they cheat
Some they mistreat
Some they eat
Convenient store gangbusters
Crop circling has seen its better day
Soundtrack enthusiasts
They've a score to settle
With John Williams
They came from a fruitless world
In search of pomegranate skies
And the Big Apple
Even from the far flung
Reaches of space
Everyone's an actor
Some they unseat
Some they beat
Some they reheat
Some they eat
We're odd to them
Because they're gods to us
In a technologically challenged
Unidentified flying object
It's not war they want
Nor invasion
Just dinner theatre
And a reliable map
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
professional warriors of exposure
are uniting quick
exponentially
there is no military that can stop this
the more it tries to subdue with force
and manipulate means to justify force
the worst its punishment will be
the worse for the people that were
complacent
apathetic
investing in a thought
that it will all blow over
like it did when Jim Crow Laws
were incorporated into society
this country has never seen what is going to happen
never before has racism been so
technologically blatant
empathy is more advanced than ever
in America
and the world that which makes America up
There have never been this many oppressed people in so many various spaces that were once reserved for the oppressors
infiltration is American as you can get
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
I fathom ghosts in dark bars.
Tortured flickers in old neon,
whose tribulations,
frozen in the heyday,
of their soda pop,
jukebox glory,
are lost,
in the clutter of human extemporanea.
Figurative vestiges,
from an era of nuclear optimism,
that have been reduced,
to dime store novelty.
As cloaked and unrealized,
as the distillation,
of alcoholic dreams,
alchemical vespers,
paying wistful homage.
A tribute,
from inside this rat-fuck procession,
of technologically greed,
which has wrought the shelving,
of blue collar heroism,
the extinction of the unsung.
It is in this,
that the neon finds its muse,
and labors on.
And the numbing of aspiration continues,
Prescribed on tap,
for those who seek to thwart,
the stampede of the fittest.
And at that junction,
where they are forced to yield
to imminent refugeeism,
They find one another,
misspoken and assumed,
momentarily relieved to cohabitate,
Where the beer is cold,
and the juke box is still,
A welcomed friend.
And the good times,
just roll,
and roll,
and roll.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
In the moment, the clarity of the seconds where the self exists I am wallowing
The now is a draining flow of self disrespect
I take what little dopamine I can find from the stories we build in new interactive and technologically enhanced ways
Because I can't seem to let go of when I spoiled the party, showing the people an abstract cancer inside myself
Maybe its the remnants of wine and revelry that juxtaposes against it which gives me reason to indulge in the bitter
Maybe the alcohol and carcinogens are a physical drain I should take into account
Or maybe showing these people that I still am behind, am weak against my personal struggles, maybe its something that I'm ashamed of
This is shame I'm feeling after all
Over something so stupid, and forgettable, yet..
Symbolic of a burning desire that scares me
Anger, the need to fight, shout, scream and 'win', whatever that means
Would I lose it if I stood in shorts and gloves and made the other man fall?
Or does it represent what I think it does?
An emasculating realisation of time lost, friends no longer friends, a face in the mirror that still isn't good enough
As much as I try to love him
I don't know
But now some people I respect know how pathetic my anger can sound so..
You'll have to forgive the self consciousness
I'm thankful for knowledge, friendship and the direction I've manifested out of the madness
I think after giving my body a push, my equals a Hello, my crafts an hour and a bit of a shaping
I'll be fine
I just I don't like being angry
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically.
It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,
washing away the old world order. What's left in its stead will be radically different. Societies will be rearranged, realigned and in many instances totally washed out of existence. We will communicate wirelessly seemingly telepathically all connected thru the web. The global brain linking up with artificial intelligence when it arrives on the scene. Countries will melt away as those distinctions lose there meaning. Progress will then be so rapid as to be a blur. We'll explore outer space but inhabit virtual space blending the two in ways unexplainable. A Brave New World indeed.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC