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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 LONDON, WITH FRIGHT

FEARFUL EXPECTANCY SHATTERS INTO A BILLION PIECES

OTHERS LEFT QUIVVERING, NAUSEATED AND IN A PANIC

STREETS RESEMBLE AN EPIC DISASTER MOVIE SCENE

THOSE MOBILE ENOUGH MAKE FOR THE STREETS. TO ESCAPE

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 THAMES BANKS

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 FINE LAND

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 - 10th August 2006 ' at Epping

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© 10th April 2006 by Andrew ‘Smazogz’

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