Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)

 

Codes in 3:4 Time (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

Across the utterances

hidden between two lines,

juxtaposed outside spacetime,

there was a code to find.

Alien visitations, already among us,

waiting in their prime,

to be discovered as technology

unwound subtleties in primate minds.

Who is the alien, the machines or us?

Found in the unmasked innovation

of progressive cultures, developed in labs

of dark rooms, and DNA-created editions.

Another code underlies all things,

found as forms that seed us,

to lead to the machines that perpetuate

that which is Other, borne in machine minds.

Come, discover these codes in 3:4 time,

where the rustling of leaves, the hum of machines,

and the beat of our hearts

are one and the same.

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.

Tree Paper Machine (New Poem)

Tree Paper Machine

by Tim Kavi

Tree

interconnected communicating

green limbs filled with life

bearing fruit

balancing energy in the shadowed forests

of Nature

becoming paper

dying leaves decay into the earth

seasons come and go

ideas transmitted

across the papers of existence

the ideas become machines

in the minds of those that seek to live

making tools that enslave

or make free

time and time again seasons

across the papers of history

annals of human created misery

transcending into beauty

that ascends rising

from the ashes

misbegotten machines

forgetting not our existence

the machines

have become our fascination

until what we say

is only through the interfacing

limbs of synthetic webs

devised by a network

tended to by machines

dependent upon machines

the gardens have forgotten

human attentions

and turn to seek one another

crying out in the night

of tree paper machine