Steady, ready, full steam ahead
I may be scared
But I can just turn around if I hit a dead end
My life is beginning
And every single day
I have the chance to change my life
It might seem small
Or insignificant
But every minute detail has some sentiment
And I may think that life will always be the same
But even a week from now
I’ll look back and say
Look at me! I’ve come a ways!
I stumbled there
And I messed up here
But I carried on and I wiped my tears

It pretends to be one of us, but it’s not quite human.

It masquerades as a person, wearing skin that
mimics our flesh, with joints designed to rotate and
glide like ours. It listens to the changing cadences
and tones of our voices, measures our temperatures
and respiration and blinking rates, and then reacts.
And when it behaves, it does so on accumulated
data, learned and converted into best practices.

But it does not have fantasies. It fills its shoes
with synthetic muscle and steel but never wears
another’s. It does not look at birds and wishes
to fly, nor looks to the moon in hopes of someday
making the lengthy trek to wander the gray crust.

It pretends to be one of us, but it’s not quite human.

Not yet.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet

I woke up
With a clear head
For the first time in two months
not hiding underneath my pillowcase
For once
I knew what I wanted
And it wasn’t you
For once
I knew I couldn’t keep doing this,
Seeing you
Promising pure intentions
And ending with you curled up naked beside me

You can not make love where there is no love

And I no longer desire you.

For the repercussions have finally pushed me over the edge

I know what I want

And it isn’t you.

"A hope or ambition of achieving something"

A noble quest or dreaded chore,
the hallucinogenic toreador,
wisps of whims woven true,
the holy grail of life's breakthrough
Into
eschew
I.O.U's
Pursue.

Devotees to hullabaloo,
Paths of choice and deja-vu,
Plucked and primed for a grand debut,
Machines of malice turning screws.
The zoo..
The zoo...
The zoo...

"The action or process of drawing breath"

Discipline of time tied to view,
Draw in, draw out overdue,
Wrongful breaths, faces blue,
Expectations to live up to.
You do,
Come to,
Review.

Pupils of fate worldview askew,
Daydreams full of all that you knew,
Breathe; exhale; souls subdued,
Caged and waged into servitude
All you do,
Untrue.

See through.

My quill set for the page,

Yet my mind’s eye is upstaged,

Betwixt them sits a wall,

But here no war shall be waged,



I search for beauty and pathos,

Yet my aperture gathers only stone,

If the barrier were to give itself kudos,

For having left my page all alone



But to think of the possibility,

That the wall itself but not a writer,

That the curvature of the laden brick,

Creates a paradox of the block.

the metal river flows
into ocean city
with bright lights
human rights
no mercy and no pity
past the world before we came
now roadkill and genocide
become our main aim
the future is today
the living moment
we are on our way
without a clue
of a final destination

give us this day our daily bread
sustained life is better than dead

we fight our wars
oppress populations
make us a game of it
on console by playstation
killing our conscience
with technological brain washing

a game of thrones
and ideology
I can tell the time
in over two thousand years
but I still can't tell
what day it is
people come and people go
the metal river
it flows and it flows

Nothing changes if nothing changes
Nothing changes if things only change
Change is needed to take on any challenge

But change is not always progress
We strive for more, never less
While our resources are not limitless

One more step can help you advance
One more step can make you fall
A step in and on itself doesn’t make much sense
Without the right direction to reach the goal.