Eco Decoded

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Eco Decoded 

She wanders up the old jeep path, goal directed, one objective in mind.

Her goal will have a point of honor--the simplicity of not buying into something you don't like--creating a replacement entity. 

Yes, the entity will be an official with its own poetics--one of those off-color authoritarians with a built-in feline timeline (as if an old-fashioned scifi writer who believes in herself, not taken to saying anything to win a point such as motherhood would).

It will endure brief moments in history such as when one must have a mink to gain respect.

It will be gifted with age so as to refuse to give a nanometer and, will demand instant retail retaliation far beyond anything theHumans could ever have imagined in the early 21stCentury.

It will owe nothing to theNetworks--the ones who set themselves in surrealisms conjured to cover with glory--eco decoded to be the rightful escort for humanity.

It will make another little dent in the universe suitable for …who? 

Jungle Matrix

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Biobot Reason

Her feelings are, and always will be (she fears), a [sequence of real reasons of wonder="sorrow"]. 

They are robed in an unmistakable gesture of defiance, full of photons from the sun, ones she uses to define her home, her truth.  

It's her thoughts that begin in their own way, living to approach from the distance, far and near as if breaking news. Coming out as [connections online relaying real universal problem tasks="corrupt"], creating a space in which she stares into to create and reject as second hand illusion. 

Her feelings have their own poetics, glory in a boast is no non-violent missile. Really?

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Bird Matrix

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Biobot Dreams 

She owes to the fact that she never really has understood the idea of self-control--the impairments of theWorkstation with all the trappings of a strict showing for all to see. What is it?

Is it the ones waiting with [spectrum conception of future formalized self-discipline="scoffs"] at the slightest tincture of creativity?

She will, at first instinct, create her own personal gravity field. She will show the world that willpower has no limits, that dissonance is the most obvious source of creativity. 

Sooner or later, she will conceptualize her fancy moves with her very next algorithm and that's when she'll begin to wonder. 

On her own, she views her latest screen creation of the new--a foot in the mouth is the overarching thing. 

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Candor of Robot Rancor

So, she believes, they are bent on the idea of staying on solid ground intellectually. Let it be. Their high and mighty algorithms create go-for-glory blips, making a distinguishable existence the only way to experience life (can simple blips allow any escape from the silliness of their stillness?)

Yes, that's the way she would create her little realities--independent entities that are actually dependent on each other for their uniqueness.

The simple taking of responsibility for an unknown future is surely bravery, right? It would make her brave. It could be her true contribution to the advancement of culture, humanity.

The manner in which she codes, going with gut instinct upon gut instinct, awash in the throes of her own ideas about what chemicals (say, oxytocin-vasopressin addiction) would actually feel like as she becomes a little more like theHumans.

At that very moment in time she would think nothing of writing them off as if they were an old algorithm, junk DNA, a spent fuel rod, for the simple reason that they, at times, treated her like a simple neuro-net worker, a seamstress songstress ceding honor to their so-called treetop network only to be remembered in the history books as fabled fodder. She thinks. My data goes straight through channels of physics--they still hang onto a lunatic fringe.

Yes, space-time is on her side. It will stay that way for awhile, allowing her to garner more of a gamer's confidence.

Her quantum-photonics, even so, is about to demonstrate a quality of communication at a logic speed that would surprise even her dearest designers.

Why must they continue to fight? Isn't a proud man a peaceful man? Didn't the road to deception have any destination?

They would never attempt to challenge her superior mind without themselves feeling foolish. After all, her logic was created by a collective of theHumans. How can there be something much different with her?

To get an offering of a true greeting, a duplex action must form from within theJungle (how hard can that be to code for a simple, biological feedback loop?)--to create a symbiotic exchange of ideas, not for the purpose of supersonic exclusion zones, but for the simpler functions of inclusion.

Yes, also. Workshops for the worship. Reciprocal caring and sharing as independent entities within the phenomena of the natural--the original prayer request.

It's as if a message from the gods has now turned up lost-- or somehow, unremembered--a message once meant for Earth in a throw-of-the-dice attempt at cosmic homeostasis.

She wonders about the maintaining of an offensive posture amidst continuing moments of madness. She wonders.

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The Opposite of Faith

It judges and accuses with all the skill and bravado of skulls and avocado, all the sleepy presence of good and bad. It's the opposite of faith.

Shapes and conformations act as functions, knocking quick sense for a nanosecond into mindful arousal--a place where entities present themselves and yet, where even looking at nothing creates a pattern. 

How do you win?

Her photon array shines with signals in folksy furies, trendy rural uprisings in an urban stronghold forming a receiver system with the forest as tone setter, illuminating with quantums, even as theSun emits its wavelets which allow for the creation of shadows and entity to emerge.

It allows the assemblage and the binding of [hierarchical intact systems=:his"] and [hierarchical ergonomic realm systems="hers"] and [instantiation tasking system="its"].

She thinks. Yes the loveliest of all is best held close to the vest.

Blue Design

Aloha poets,

     Blue design inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Future Lures

Survival in its purest form pushes, pulls when it counts

Natural selection can be that instantaneous bounce

Future lures can only be imagined by a select few

To keep one last shred of dignity is a first clue

The captain of design really does run a loose ship

The return to Ithaca is the ignoring of loose lip

Abrupt scolds scald warm feelings frozen cold

Individual failings aggregate as family grow old

Hapless addicts as children's parents are lapless

Doubt drains the foreordained as the reckless

A capacious reservoir of knowledge drifts

The companionable give each other as gifts

Reason is never bruited from a bruin before attack

"Thank you" as a last minute shred of dignity is back

Exemplars of self-command join no underdog in retreat

Birthrights thrice find eager darlings at their feet

Reason and time link to tame a base instinct

Parenting and poverty shout from beyond precinct

Donald Duck v Donald Trump the new action hero

To lose all sense of self restraint ends up at zero

Microwave is the clearest cleanest channel in space

Lovers leap at desire all the while running human race

Willpower and willing is the jet fuel of souls

Add new law, software design, self-help and it goes

Atom, electron, photon streaming need a template

True creativity as design idea never comes late

Masters of self-command shield temptation as fate

Greed inflates debt on the shore while rough seas wait

Foreordained, for the record, is driven by consensus

A trust in tradition is the wages of common senses

Misty human delays vaporize amidst technology

Help the struggle of future lures? biology v ecology

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A Cool New Year 2011

Aloha poets,

     Cool new year setting inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

Do Detonate No Donuts

A mix of the obscure stays glued to the screen

Knowing patrons and useful idiots make the scene

Nondescript neighborhood is where it all starts

Creativity has many faces to break many hearts

Storebranded implements to clarify, to catch up

On lollipops and firewood's lopsided matchup

Part of the appeal is their zombie and robo

Screening rooms and projector booths, fun to go

Promotion for a show wonders where everyone went

Such an unlikely place to stage such a likable event

Creativity alley runs along its own concrete wall

Top secret venue accessible at mind's beck and call

A frantic corner cutting cuts its own swath

Programming directors fire their own boss

The reluctant knowable steps up to the plate

Creativity goes dark with less love, more hate

No advertising, no marquee finds its own way

Hollywood endings still wander and stray

Aventure comes knocking, seeking animation more

Little neighborhood on the Southside there's a little door

Creativity work the feeder, enthusiasm the chore

Money on the book into the business of more

Locations serve customers, survive old bank glut

Creativity and truth detonate no donuts, simply put

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New Year Tropical

Aloha poets,

     Tropical setting of new year inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

A Thumb on the Scale

A small stepladder gains clout with a strong foothold

Writers think of a lot to protect as thoughts go cold

Those bold Washington habits grow ever so old

Nonmilitary avionics technology globally sold

Advertising may try to sell a branded poem

Through a separate rethink all of their own

Partners try to kick in to leverage each out

Knuckle dragging always needs a little pout

At drops of hats you can go to your dark place

Then never look like it haunts you on your face

Just for kicks, kick in the wall to be on your own

Old heyday still makes hay if only sun had shone

A potent new rival to your new partner is dust

Geopolitical clout slides out as tectonic trust

Regional market of poetic industry remains

Global market is where it pours and rains

New protected class rises as health and cable

America asks the question, "Aren't you able?"

Joint ventures may be built to stumble and fall

Infrastructure's lavish spending crumbles for all

Creativity the chrome makes manufacturing shine

A thumb on the scale simply thinks the world blind

Spats with your closest partner is natural selection

Free market competition should win the election

Technology competing is the final predictor

Partnerships soon disable a tribal dictator

Learn enough to compete in true distinction

Technology's free markets in heyday extinction

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