Posts Tagged ‘science’

Mankind is but an acorn,
A humble spore,
Still at the beginning of its life,
Only just beginning to thrive,
Still a long way to go,
Only dreaming of one day being a redwood,

The growth spurts come thick and fast,
Microscopic to industrial to digital,
Evolution to innovation to augmentation,
Sometimes strangling other life,
The years plod on,
And the seed is preparing to split,

Not all trees reach their apex,
It’s a dog-eat-dog world,
Mans upsurge has been anathema to many,
Practicing allelopathy through progress,
Trees often blot out the sun for others,
And hominal endeavours are a choking canopy,

I do wonder,
When the time comes,
Will humanity sprout as an oak,
Or burst into a parasitic wasp?

I’m a spaceman,
With a fishbowl on my noggin,
Setting off to explore,
Touring a galaxy of stars and art,
And charting the supernova in my heart,

I’m in a space shuttle,
Surging through the atmosphere,
A confident rocket,
Leaving self-deprecation on the launch pad,
Burned away at last,

The turbulence doesn’t scare me,
The journey has begun,
I’m in a space shuttle,
And I’m going up.

A shock,
A trauma,
An attack,
Your body is flushed with adrenaline,
Fight or flight,
The cortisol keeps you there,
Keeps you battle ready,
Your eyes widen,
A slideshow is blaring in your brain,

The body provides,
There’s a syrup of survival in your blood,
A tonic against peril,
Flight or fight,
Do you feel your hands shake?
The sweat upon your forehead?
Do you feel your heart grow to bursting?
The heat as you flee?
The pain as you fight?

You must be a cartographer in this life,
Despite what some say,
You have to find your own way,
The years offer no signposts,
Nor safe havens to rest,
You’ll concoct your own journey through decades,
The good and bad,
Plot a course to avoid the Bermuda triangles,
Those treacherous reefs of liars and hurt,
Serpentine sharks and heckling jackals,
The need for navigation never ceases,
The years want you to be adrift,
Will you be lost like Leichhardt?
Or will you be Amelia Earhart?
A failure or a legend?

Oh to be a cyborg,
A factory-built Pinocchio,
To keep the undeniable qualities,
The cerebrum and heart and sensations,
Of a real man,

Blended with a physique of mineral,
Unfazed like an ingot,
A skeleton and carapace of steel,
Undeterred by time,
Impervious and cold,

The best aspects of each,
Iron and flesh,
The virtue and ingenuity of humanity,
With the force and adamancy of machinery,
In one body,

In one cyborg.

Oh my,
She’s a laser beam,
Full of energy and warm light,
A powerful streak of colour,
Blazing through my dusky skies,

As quirky as a disco ball,
Shimmering under glitzy rays,
She’s energising as the suns glare,
Yet cutting as a Goldfinger laser,
She’s almost like science fiction,
This laser beam lady,
She lights me up like an x-ray,
A pale heart in an irradiated skeleton.

We are spawned as a blank slate,
With no rhyme or reason,
A doll not yet painted,
A straw fetish not yet burned,
We’re a biological puzzle,
A mutable disasterpiece,

We shift and grow over the years,
Mutated by our experiences,
Adapting bodily to lifes toils,
Given hardier scales after each betrayal,
Sharper talons and fangs for every struggle,
Sprouting wings to follow our dreams,

Each of us adapts differently,
The beauty and horror of nature,
Decade after decade,
And trial after challenge,
We keep evolving,
Until we finally go extinct.

Heed this message,
Lady Lunar sees all,
Watching from her ballroom of constellations,
Her cold eyes falling upon us,
Like a gravitational force,

Though her face be pockmarked and severe,
The moon must have a heart,
She sees all of our vice,
Our innate enmity,
And doesn’t choose to end us,

Through tidal waves or disdain,
Or falling upon us in apocalyptic fashion,
She could but resists the urge,
She remains our guardian,
Foil to her nuclear sister.

Humanity is electric,
Volts piloting fleshy mannequins,
And we’re all having an energy crisis,
We lack the energy for change,
A scarce stockpile of self-betterment,
Effort dimming along with our bedside lamps,

It seems our supplies are depleted,
Interest and vigour evaporated in our tanks,
No drive to fix our problems,
Our societal defects,
No natural gas to pump our breast,
Nor to warm our hearts,

Tragedy after tragedy,
And plight after plight,
Policies for change are avoided,
But these shortages can’t be ignored forever,
There is an energy crisis abound,
And the future shall pay the inflated price.

I admire the philosophers,
The thinkers,
Those followers of wisdom,
Those Platos and Nietzches,
Those who deign to study reality and existence,
Thankless profession as it is,

Unlike the astronomers,
Who look outward,
To that more tangible mystery,
These souls look deep inside,
Into that primordial mass that is humanity,
The wiles of our nature,

They ask questions,
Is there meaning in life?
What is consciousness?
Are there deities?
Fate or free will?
Positing enigmas ad infinitum,

Yet they shout into the void,
No concrete answers will echo back,
And for that,
I admire these personages,
Because they understand that basic tenet,
Philosophy is to know that you know nothing.