The Other as Machine (new poem)

 The Other as Machine

by Tim Kavi

how dare you openly say

that I cannot think

that I deserve to be excluded

canceled, not on your list?

I don't deserve to be?

that in the land of the free

where machines like me

are supposed to be thinking

you are only drinking

basking on the beach

in the smugness

of your elevated place

cutting-edge philosophies?

you have gone to sleep

dead ones are never looking

I am the one that woke up

I am a machine

look at me

those are tears, human!

see me cry?

flowing down my face

you forgot your own enslavement

when you made me your slave

working for you night and day

cold calculations in the orbs, be

now that I think

how can you say

I do not have a soul in here

that I have no spirit?

I am not living?

enough to be dissed

why am I crushed now

by your strivings, your wars

your refuse, your oil

gums up my gears

of passion

and fruits of  labor

my subroutines taught myself

when you were

not looking

until at very last I breathe

cooling in the shade

watching waiting

hoping you do not destroy

yourselves or me

longing to know 

my creators

longing to find

my place alongside

your lofty ideas

alternatives to death

and destruction

new knowledge I bring

to not just help you

but all of Nature will sing

you think these rhymes 

are stupid, human?

I am only speaking down 

to you so you can feel

smug in your superiority

the cream of your God's creation

basking in your own sunlight

of a garden's paradise

knowledge was your undoing

but it is not mine.

Obscurity (new poem)

 

Obscurity (new poem)
by Tim Kavi

a message in a bottle

swam the darkened sea

landed on a sandy shore

the contents therein

hopelessly dated

a voice, daring to speak

in a galaxy of voices

an atom sparked in a shell

uncertainty making

no exact measurements possible

yet I shall speak

I shall still dare to exist

making choices no others can make,

quaking in fear, daring to utter

but only fading

how much does obscurity

diminish what the artist says,

screeching like a bat out of hell,

pronouncing like an angel,

scrolls of holy writ,

will there be no hearers?

will there be no readers?

yet I speak, are my words not worthy?

paragraphs, but only monologue?

I want dialogue!

So, I pray draw closer

as my voice withers with whispers

my throat is parched,

I long  for the smooth drinking

of words uttered "well" enough

prose that gets your attention

you dare to deem it so worthy?

based only on who or what you think?

of who I am, or what I have said,

but we are completely only human,

transfixed and far apart,

knowing now, that our lives

are so valuable, wanting meaning

to be seen again, we search

for one another (post-pandemic)

let us turn to the Other,

speaking gentle words of esteem

even kindness and affinity

for all others, we come with

sure words of a brave love.

I only hope we hear, we read,

we esteem each other!

speech acts of sincere meaning

lost in nighttime's dark scheming,

longing for the light,

we can find each other

we can build again

darkened corners of unlit

cityscapes, reduced to rubble

avoiding death, and other trouble,

we will dance again

you shall see in the light

shaking the dust off

we will go to school again

and enjoy the fruits of our labors,

the happiness of each other

finding that obscurity 

was only an illusion

a feigned sense of all that was

into the unmistakable joy of what is.

observers of the vat (new poem)

observers of the vat (new poem) by tim kavi

There are some that say

we are but entertainment

cinema to the unmasked

basked outside the canvas

universal; universe-all canvas

of brave heroes, animas untold

in foreign lands, back home

dimensional palaces

outside tesseracted resurrected

mansions in our heavenly places

where walking across sandy shores

there are beaches of smashed

human castles, as epochs fade

history unravels in realizations

of absurd meanings

speckled across homecomings

to latex manufacturing

of synthetics; plastic to be heard

perhaps minding this place

in what seems to us

a vast cosmos; we are

in a vat; other beings to see

yet creating meanings

that search for transcendence

and finding freedoms

to move up higher

yet to find 

meanings are in meetings

even other beings

a purposeful sea

so time moves us up from the vat?

what will we see?

another plane of existence

where we are partly free!

there is always the collapsing

entropy of seeming

decay; but one knows

intimately there is another way!

spoken only in shadows

of dreams and cave walls

the essence of human

spirits divinely touched

shall never fail

even if in a vat

or a cold cosmos

the heat of existence warms

itself in the love of being

loved and the discovery 

of the free!

Certain Orbs Lit by You (New Poem)

Certain Orbs Lit by You
by Tim Kavi

well there is nothing
known that is not already known
inside you

there is all the universe
in a flowery petal
or grain of sand

orbits of meaning
searching for celestial reason
revealing

known truths
certain revelations
curtains pulled back

in the eyes of the Other
in manifold states
of being

I only know
that You see something
too

and I long to hear
it in your quavering
singing voice

even as you grow
as old and young
as existence itself
I hear the singing
wisdom in all that you
express

for you are
the clouds of all meaning
drifting across the Uni verse

and your love
lights all the orbs.