android, robots, and neo-plastic killer drone time for this one to go home i see the future as if it’s now i see the past and wonder how i see the present in undertow i wonder if, they’ll ever know our brains are melted and…

When we will stand and greet the future Then doff the cloak of the darker times Where is the cure? Where is the plan? To unite the world of the faltering man? Here are the lights and the wires and the frame Of a future…

What picked us up when we fell down? What controls the weather, what produces sound? Technology Where did it come from? Where will it go? Is there any way for us to know? Technology Will it make us better, will it make us fools? Will…

Alter – a robot with neural pathways – that can sing. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-36973819 She turns to us in silence, Her movements Geisha-like in their simple beauty. Poised. Ready. Empty-eyed. Her voice is light as a plucked harp. Delicate as a spiderweb. The song – like her…

Faster, FASTER! Exponential processor upgrades breed unwitting slaves Shit-grinning information addicts too busy to misbehave Brain waves stuck in Delta   Subdued by processed food, Glued to screens, we search YouTube black holes for meaning, Cybernauts bleeding pixilated tears into oceans of misinformation, fabrication and…

Its saddening the way he is now. Only moments ago a flock swept him up in the air. . . . A moment in the sky made him forget of the ground below. He was happy when the stars started tagging him along. Retweeted him and…

Silent Silence   Silence, Somehow describes me, But my silence speaks silently. People calls me introvert, I, myself made me a secret. Secrets which surprisingly opens, And speaks silently. I did not choose it though, All made me to be so. Nobody is that free…

How I’ve seen you grow, almost four decades now.   Most of it, I care not to understand For it’s our undivided attention, you demand.   Fading out, the human connection yet intertwining us, like never before   if you’ll look you’ll find it all Love and…

Observed at preschool: Four children play “House” together In the wooden and plastic “House” designated corner of the classroom Of the littlest students with the brightest of futures. ‘Mom’ sits at the round wooden table, looking at the plastic toy cell phone. ‘Dad’ sits on…

This prompt was a little complicated (aka challenging, but challenging can be good). Write 10 lines of a narrative poem. Add 10 more lines (not just at the end). Then remove 8. I didn’t exactly stick to the ‘rules’. I ‘wrote’ two poems of 10…