P o e t r y in U t e r o #sundayblogshare #poetry #amwriting

P o e t r y in U t e r o

There is a wall to break down
Between people and poetry
And I intend to break it
High-brow poets frequent academic

Institutions with high tuition bills
Low-brow poets are like rappers
They free-verse in the street

As the public feels poetry
Is a heavy intimidating word
It’s not, it’s not rhyming poetry
They made you memorize in primary school

Poetry is like music, it has
A lot of genres and encompasses
Embraces cultures all over the planet

It’s also one of the oldest traditions
Signs from the root of language
It has accompanied empires since
The dawn of time, but modern man

Fears it like it’s a degenerative tedious thing
Old men do in clubs that have died out
Well it’s not, it’s alive in every city
In a few good books a year

It’s plastered like graffiti all over
The internet, on blogs and in cup-cake
Author websites that never get viewed

Just ask the Poet Laureates if it can survive
They will say its demise is a myth
And a reality, that it’s complicated
But if there ever was an art for the people

An art for young people, and women
It’s poetry, it can change your life.
Poems can change your mind and
Make a romantic out of the rugged.

Z e i t g e i s t Enchanted #singularity #transhumanism #zeitgeist

Z e i t g e i s t Enchanted

I whispered precipice towards the singularity
I felt the intangible change in humanity
Drones, predictive analytics, cyber-warfare

I knew we were at a teetering point
Quantum computing would usher in
High and Bright decades

Even more reliance and compliance
Getting lost in the matrix for a dig at compassion
Walking in another man’s shoes for real
I watched TED talks each week wondering
At the original transcendence of humanity

If all these virtual worlds would take us there
To the cliff of the science-fiction
Where machine learning became

Synonymous with sustainability
For the future was rushing us
And time was accelerating as we knew her
A quantum entanglement with

All future selves and meme descendants
Having children no longer consisted of
Popping out babies, there was a synergy

Between mind and mind across time-space
Distances and decades, the glowing throng
Of information-influence, binary would one day
Be an artefact of a caveman-esque find

I’d reincarnate on a terraformed Mars
I was planning my future intoxicated
With the dangers and intrigues of my time.

P r o p h e c y for P o e t s

P r o p h e c y for P o e t s

A poet’s competition is silence
A poet’s competition is extinction
For they are the voice of the living
More importantly, all who will live
Poets obsesses over the dead because
They inherit and continue the tradition
It’s a tradition of voice and narrative
Of beloved meme as an offering to beauty
Language lives evolving like an organic thing
If you can, translate foreign poems
Into English and into Mandarin
Everyone is your teacher, an interesting life
Comes from inside, the void will ask you
Many times, to stop writing, to put down your pen
Don’t do it, writing is hard work
So, burn, like a lost soul in time
And find yourself in a poem, in the margins
Notes, insights, faith that you have always loved.