All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace

I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky. I like to think

A Rootless Existence

Severed from self It is just A selfless existence Of this body Made up of mere clay Nomadic thoughts Your mind loves to create Untrodden paths Your feet tend to walk

Cosmic Encryption

The strange quantum uncertainty here, there, and everywhere, within, without, nonrandom bits sustain universal poetic harmony. The aetheric history matter dark intones mystically to a poet on a quantum trip entangled with monkeys programming an escape from reality. The centaur got a gyre wiring diagram

Black Lives Matter - Anthem

By Ripuree Black Lives Matter—Anthem Black People the world over The words black/blackness, dark/darkness Have all been criminalized, demonized and contaminated And the collective impact on the black psychic is severe Thus we're universally self-hating, demoralized and debased. And we'll matter to no other as a people

Ahimsa 7 - Asteya Or Non-Stealing

‘Asteya' is never to steal Be it a thing of small value, Be it a substance of high price, Be it a property or a house, Be it a name or a credit, Be it a work of high merit, Be it anything under the sun, Blessed and content! ‘Steya' is covetousness

(senryu Series) Just One More 7 (Gleanings From The Cutting Room Floor)

Addendum of Rocks And Minerals (Senryu Series) - Poem by Kelly Kurt Amber kelly Fossil tree resin Rubbing gives negative charge My blonde haired daughter Amber wes

My Rights..

My parents take me to the Malls one after another, Where I have seen local people and foreigners, Young boys and girls hug and kiss each other, while shopping, My parents did not bother to notice what I am watching, Every Sunday we visit the Malls to shop and roam, Until our legs are tired and then only we come back home, Exam is nearer and I am grounded with books and tuition, Outing, entertainment and TV all out of reach, My father, a professional, wants me to excel, My professional mother prays for me to succeed,

Solidarity

Here we are in America camouflaged in poverty Our minds programmed - voice of prosperity While there in Africa we lie starving While there in Africa we lie dying Unconscious of respect - subconscious of suspect Who robbed us of our rights - and reduced our span of life Here we are in America stagnated in progress Our minds programmed for failure - of feeling worthless While there in Africa we are aware

Are You Really Free? ? ?

You think that you are free. But there is not a thought an emotion, an attitude and belief in you that is not coming from some others. And you do not know it.

Wubbo Ockels, Dutch First Astronaut....

ABOUT WUBBO OCKELS, DUTCH FIRST ASTRONAUTN IN SPACE.... Wubbo Ockels was born in Almelo, Netherlands, but considered Groningen to be his hometown. He obtained his MSc degree in physics and mathematics and subsequently a PhD degree in the same subjects from the University of Groningen. His thesis was based on experimental work

Decision Made Not To Live!

We can't be carved, programmed and displayed, As others expected for their dreams collapsed, Carving done at every part of our life without informed, Programming updated every stage of our life that intended, Displayed all over the world what they have achieved, By political carving, economical programming, And the display as the developed on going, When our time is not in our hands to enjoy, Pawned for monthly salary from the bosses, Every activity is scheduled when and how to do,

The Dead Language

Sanskrit is called ‘a dead language' but how it's dead? it's the primary liturgical language of Hinduism the philosophical language in Buddhism, Hinduism and Jainism it has very wonderful structure It's more perfect than Greek, more copious than Latin and more suitable for computer programming it's still a literary language

Apoptosis Of A Human Being

(For every cell, there is a time to live and a time to die. That is what we call Apoptosis; this I tried to apply to human beings as a whole and the result is the following poem) Death by injury and Death by suicide Modalities formalized for Upward movements dynamic Mechanical damage Propagated by machines Starting from birth Incubator to start with Followed by prams

Achieving Total Liberation!

Commitments, obligations and duties chain all as slaves to work; All do all to be free from troubles, entanglements and problems; All want freedom to do what all like, how all like, when all like; Above all, total liberation is the one great wish for all ever! Love and knowledge only can make one complete to have a sense of Freedom to enjoy happiness in doing beautiful things in arts, music, Painting, poetry science and philosophy to get fulfilment in life In harmony with Nature to experience divine bliss to get peace ever!

The Punch Card

I hear the past It calls my name And It shows me Hundreds of days, Most are all Just empty marks, Just punched out holes In the punch card Of my pre-programmed past.

A Different View Of Time.

Time is the essence of a contract But not at all for a life it is guaranteed The time for a life is unpredictable The planning and programming different. Time is the essence of knowledge But time is carelessly spent by failing Time is to be carefully watched And plans to success of exams made.

One Day

It would be nice to be nice. Folks will forget about treason and vice. People will sore goodness in their brain. Programming such would be main! We will be needing the daily practice;

Your Strong, In Control, Of Your Future?

It's easy in this life, to live not knowing who you are, Most people are known, and introduced by, Where they work, what their worth, live, and what kind of car, No company, believes your name, you're an e-mail, pass word, Always programming, your mind along the way, it often, takes, Longer for them to decide, if you are you, than to ask, a simple, Non - security question, why you called that day. There is no end to changing the human being forever, After you slowly take over their mind, keeping them, from,

Champions Of Color

Champions of color, Must prove themselves... Superior in ways, Than the programming created By the mechanics of robots. And even then, All their movements made are scrutinized, With a bar to raise higher, Than those subpar of inferior skills. To examine and compare their abilities,

Programming Shared

So many are unaware of a programming shared, That creates their own despair. And... Leaving them with minds barren. As they seek a shearing like sheep asleep... Grazing on dreams of malaise. Pleased they are to be given the opportunity, To be mentally slaughtered!