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Outwitted by our own Wit
By : Andrew Smazogz 8th April 2006
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Numbers replace growth
Processors replace fingers
Computerised circuitry – gains responsibility
Removing man and woman
From the equation at hand
Boolean truth gates
Decide the concepts direction
Feeling no favour
After design stage
Computing places us in 2nd place
Flying machines with a taste for numbers
Qualifying quicker and more accurately than us
Winning the trophy – miles in front of us - the next contender
But with this almost blinding speed of binary verbatim rule
Who is the endurer and who is the tool ?
Who is the intelligible and who is the fool ?
Which one will burn out quickest in the long run - without fuel ?
Which of the two can look around and observe
We can – computers can’t
But alas this prediction is already plotted
And in later years will become more advanced
Leading us to computerising ourselves
Able to replicate thoughts and feelings and memories as
We ourselves do now
But I ask you again
Who is the endurer and who is the tool ?
Who is the intelligible and who is the fool ?
Mankind’s own invention gave us this new power of rule
Placing us into part of a race which we are no longer part of !
As the fool becomes the endurer – so he (or she) becomes the tool
And reluctantly I say this - the tool.
Humans have become the tools to control the intelligence – scary huh!
Something scarier though is if the scales are reversed – i.e. computers typing commands into humans.
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OBSERVATION
ORB
Is the sun today
The same as the one yesterday?
I’m dubious of the fact
I have to admit
How is something that big and heavy
Possible to float so far above us?
It doesn’t make sense
I wasn’t taught quantum physics at school
So what can I do?
All i can do is calculate what i see to be correct
The answer i’ve come up with is questionable
As always
Second coming are you coming or not?
Or have you already, in secrecy, arrived?
When i awake in the morning am i in the same place?
It’s what i am led to believe
With all the things left exactly as they were before
Yesterday is a parody and clairvoyance shows no clarity
Tomorrow had may as well be the same as today
We are always as close to misunderstanding
No matter how far we are stood away
The guiding torch and the longitudinal latitudes
we can walk or swim Need each other to exist
We the lumens of life that somehow exist between
Maybe this life is meant to be an experience
To see, feel, touch, and inter-react
©2004 Andrew ‘Smazogz’2008041107
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OLD HABITS DIE HARD
DARK CHAOS STRIKES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
A LOUD BANG AWAKENS EYERYONE IN
FEARFUL EXPECTANCY SHATTERS INTO A BILLION PIECES
OTHERS LEFT QUIVVERING, NAUSEATED AND IN A PANIC
STREETS RESEMBLE AN EPIC DISASTER MOVIE SCENE
THOSE
WALLS CRACK THEN GIVE. BUILDINGS AVALANCHE
CRASHING ONTO EVERYTHING BELOW THEM WITH FATAL FORCE
VICTIMS AGAIN TO AN ‘UNKNOWN NO-BODY’ WEARING A MASK
SOURNESS AND BITTERNESS CREATED THIS BEAST
RELIGION AND NUCLEAR WEAPONS GAVE IT A MEANS TO FEAST
OUR VICIOUS WORDS OF RETALIATION HOLD STRENGTH NO MORE
SOMEHOW WE'VE BEEN CAST AGAIN...
...INTO AN UNPLEASANTNESS OF A FORGOTTEN BEFORE
AN AGE OF DARKNESS
A TIME OF HIDING & SCARED
A RETURN TO RATIONS AND MASS BLOODSHED
IS UPON US ONCE AGAIN
DUE TO GREEDY HANDS, THINKING THEY OWN ALL THE LANDS
TAKING, TAKING THEN GIVING BACK MUCH LESS
ALL THOSE BUNDLES OF ILL-BEGOTTEN CASH BURN THEN FADE TO GREY
AS THE SUN RISES BRITIAN SEES ITS SADDEST, MOST ATROCIOUS DAY
PEOPLE IN SHOCK LAY WRAPPED IN BANDAGES, FLOCKED TOGETHER TO KEEP WARM
EMERGENCY SERVICES ARE WORKING AS HARD AS THEY CAN, THINLY SPREAD A FIELD
BUT OBSTRUCTIONS STOP THEM. HOODED HIJACKERS KILL THEN STEAL FROM
ANYONE WHO DARE LOOK AT THEM. THE CITY IS THEIRS NOW, FOR THE TIME BEING
SOLDIERS AND TANKS UNLOAD ONTO THE
THE CARNAGE CONTINUES, INDUCED BY US BRITS AND THOSE F*****G YANKS
bY : aNDREW sMAZOGZ 22ND/09/2004
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Orbital Oven
A global commonality
Segmented into zones
Existing without visible presence
Hidden under a coating… …like our bones
Varying in speed it seems - yet constant
Governed by our alarm clock sun
Reveling in quartz consistency
In the things that haven’t yet been done
Spinning casserole dish in the orbital oven of life
House of all our dreams. Home of all our strife
Each second is the speck of a spiral
Which when combined give us; our day
PULSES RACE AROUND CIRCUITS
CONTROLLED BY AN OSCILLATING CURRENT
Without our judgement time would be one
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OUR
Our fine land
Which we were lucky enough to inherit from our forefathers
Is a plush and lush countryside retreat
Supplying all & more than need deserves
Enemies have - and always will - be jealous of our fine land
Never far from the watch of sceptres' deceiving eyes
Always after what is ours
To be shattered in a fallacy of demise
The placid breezes of war I never witnessed
Blow cold winds through my spine as
Disused, abandoned, boarded up and forgotten outlooks
gaze back with concrete stares
Each one concealing its own horrendous tale
Over decades ferns, nettles and rhondedendrums have grown tall
Removing the visible remnants of barracks and defenses
Which were hidden away - like dirt & dust under a carpet
When the war was declared over
But the screams of those who didn't make it echo loud
Ghosts of soldiers and civilians still sweat on the brow
Perched in purgatory - awaiting a release that will never come
Imprisoned in chambers of the past
In which many a finality succumbed
I see the ghosts and overhear their beaconised conversations of distress
I feel their presences & take heed of their sixty year old cry
I admire the growth of the forest & acknowledge memory to those who died
I see the hidden past and am fearful of regression
Realising that with prosperity comes jealousy
From those who try & take our fine land
© Andrew J. Smazogz
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