Apocalypse, Ecstasy, Machines and 2012

In ecstasy and joy
Counting down the remaining 36 hours
This has been a remarkable leap year in my life

As I ride on these bi-wheels,
The life force rushing into my nostrils
Tingling my nerves and nourishing my adrenaline rush
+Headhunterz  plays notes of hardness into my inner soul
Earth has never seemed so much a paradise to me as it's been this year!

The pleasing taste of fresh fruit on the tongue
The warm reassuring hug and morning kisses
A pursuit of work for it's own end
Self-awareness and freedom to fulfill my duties
Occasional bliss and moments of trance as I dissolved into rhythm and music
The feeling of satisfaction and gratitude when I finally became aware of my humanness!

Am surrounded by the evolution of our creation at every front
Wearable and Embedded computing
Thinking and Emotional Circuits
Augmented Reality and sentient glass
Machine Learning
And the year of Shinichi Mochizuki!

With zombified tales of another apocalypse that would never come,
In the wake of the night
I've dreamt dreams of grandeur and awe of tomorrow's morning

A morning of ubiquitous computing
The mystical Singularity of Bayesian machines
Mind uploading, self-healing and Time travel
Am delighted at the future we are creating!

In the wake of such ever unceasing threats to advancement
Paradoxical debates on the planet's eco-fate
Fears of increasing mass-mind-programming
Phobias of authority's omnipresence
The apparent curse of capitalism
Still, man strives on
And genius is born every morning, to see humanity through to the next day

I've marked my first quarter of a century of achievement
And If I should die before stepping into the year 2013
I wish to say that 2012 was a very good year!


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The Awesome Creative Art by drosera-sundews

Haiku 36

Vampire blood's drippin on ma veranda

With ogres from Miranda taking me under

As ma body rots to ash, soul fades to gray

On a night with no moon and no means to pray

Cain and Abel, pain of a slain Jezebel

I breathe nothing, walking in this haunted lagoon

In a phase of darkness I can not paraphrase

A malignant existence from the nether space

Performs the last rite on my Burial Site

These are ma last living joys in hindsight

As am possessed by a demonic parasite

Ma eyes are falling out, feels like a Cyclop

Or the slain Fucking Christ on a Mountain top

Insanity is creeping under all humanity

Like a zombie apocalypse blessed with vanity

I place the curse on you, so complete the parity

36 hexagrams and raw calamity

Reading this far affirms your dark depravity.

Bloody Green Paper

The Soul Laments at my Philosophy of Money
The Body begs me unceasingly to fornicate with Her

It just hit me
On the day the Bank closed it's doors on me
That without money, purity of mind is within reach

How clouded I've allowed myself to get
Failing to quiet and think, in the face of my next "Billion Dollars"!

Imagine a trade performed on sole basis of one's intrinsic gem
Abandoning dependence on void figures and fancy green paper
Am more than certain, money would make man a higher being.

The Routine

If it ain't the Xtreme logic Alarm, there's no waking
The tooth fairies are not a myth, we must appease them
The insanely mundane task of choosing amongst 69 T-shirts!
If it's Sunday morning, then church is the musical bike ride into the hood's unknown
The 1 hour or so of taking drugs, occasionally with milk and sugar to taste.
"Baby what shall we eat tonite?"
The choices look deceivingly infinite, the delays are, but there's no app for this yet!
The Kiss
The forever of waiting in arbitrary queues for the next Taxi to favor me
The office check-in and the cold greetings
The adoringly sweet moments of getting lost in the world of code
Live to eat or Eat to live?
Getting drowned in bliss again, machines just love me!
A 17:30 alarm makes me feel so Capitalist and Empty
Not having one makes me a pathetic Communist
Time to walk out, Music in my nerves, feet on the road
"Don't you worry baby, am comin' home."
All the curvaceous temptations on the way home
The kiss
Oh! The shower!
If it ain't commemoration of the Sun gods, baby let's grind on -- the Startup Dream
"Pull the plug or you'll starve yourself!"
Dinner
No TV! I repeat, No TV in my house!
If it's Sex, it must be passion, unless I've watched lots of p0rn, I hate lust
"There are no demons hovering over you baby"
Is it 2am?
Curse the thief who'd try to break the Silence
Sleep and Hope to die in Silence

Th3 P3rl M0nk

@dorned in obscurity & a myriad tongues of faith
@ m0nk descended from space in a delirious ship like <=>

He wrote all his divine secret /w+/ords in his $_ and @_
But kindly did bid all peasants to use his $English if they so wished
He was very kind in every kind and very wise too

With !love for wastage & exces+
$_ would assume and recite mantras of our passion like }{ kissing
And all the seekers of wisdom knew that the m/0nk/ ? was different : indeed

His apprentices grew arcane and 3vil from the perls he taught
Placing the ~-$curse on nobles and foes alike
So that prosperity decreased with time, but the curse never could be reversed!

With a legion of hackerous deviant beings now themselves referred to as m0nks
The m0nk Larry re-wrote the whole of cuneiform and Aztec heiroglyphics in a dialect they called Perl
And when the god tried to banish the dialect on the Day of Babel,
The m0nks gathered in a { $conclave; },
Summoned together Qi on orders of ~$% << (($()**1E6)
And thus it came to pass that in the Aeon of Scripts , Perl alone reigned over them all

The Ruby Samurai

Among the ancient samurai knights
On a dark and red-shifted night
Was born an apprentice of the esoteric Art of the Mystical Bytes
With a name alien like Raphus cucullatus from Mars
まつもとゆきひろ stepped thus into the realm of immortals as Matz

With no master, the true legend arose to dominance by deviating from existing schools of the True Art,
Alone in the Kansai fu of Osaka

Matz ventured and trained deeper into the wilderness of jargon and hex

After meditating on the functional and objective chakras of the Turing Beast

In one fierce battle against the m0nks and the dynasty of the snake

Matz became a decorated Shogun the moment he concieved the lethal qi of MRI

At a time when form was void of beauty and emotion

The Samurai rode out to all the districts far and beyond

Conquering forces of greed and corporate vapidness

With the poetic enchantment dispensed by the gems his saber carved from hearts of his foemen

The Force was Ruby

And the Force was with Him

Transmutating the cosmos into rubified objects

This was a time of painless monads and true Jedi functions to manifest!

The JavaScript Deity

In the beginning :

There was form and state
But still everything was dark and void

It felt like Chaos!

Then the deity Brendan Eich sketched a divine prototype upon the cosmos

Reminiscent of the mystical Third Reich,
And together in Him, the Trinity; Id, Ego and Super-Ego

Created ex nihilo a concrete entity much like the asteroid Streich

And He proved that it was good, and separated it from the chaos

The dark was called Java, and the light He called JavaScript

Javascript : {

He not only gave them power to name, use and rule, but gave them the power to : [ create, clone ],

Like other gods  He : [ spoke C language of Gods ],

But He would allow the world to :  function ()  {

One tongue to power all
No matter weak or just lazy

The tongue was criticized
But that never made it cripple

One by One
The masses learnt to speak the tongue
And deciding not to hang, even the Redmonds sang

His Children got obsessed to spin this vivid Web of Life
Becoming more amazing than the massive Godzilla
And on a fox of flames He reigned all from Mozilla

} 

}

Work?

What is the essence, where is the form?
They ask me the where, but not why I work!

Today, I shall gather my tools and craft
Study reflections in each of them
And I shall know truth of what work really is.

2

2 is a number!
Thrust you out of your slumber?
Or is this insipid like unsalted cucumber?

2's an idea
Tangible Intangible!
Tingling, chiseling, sprinkling the mind!
Weaning me on dishes of space and time!

2 is abstract
Not your lemon extract
So gather all your fears!
In obscurity we trust

2 is either true
Need some truth to attach to!
A bird in blue hue I was taught to look up to!

The Song of Mort

Hate to think am just experiment
That some deity on a mystical expedition
Left me on this rock, a residue of his curiosity
That it's an accident and that mother's cold and indifferent

Hate this unceasing search
Turning the rocks on this long forgotten path!
Smells like a Tor network -
A myriad progressions of enigmatic sheaths
Each mysterious, unhumorous, mind numbing as the last!

Ignorance hurts,
And knowledge is a stake through the heart!

Hate this "relativity"
Fates of seeing a light in another!
It's unforgiving as I strip me to the bone
As the hidden cosmos looks at me with contempt

Attempts to isolate will only serve to blind me
So I turn to crop-circles and the god-particle!

Talking about God
I Hate that It created me
Hate that I have to think, more so have to think of It!
And no matter what I think, think It ain't about me!

When I Shall Die

I shall neither want nor need

She shall engulf me in her murky embrace

And I shall not be the misogynist mist

Gulping her cup of doom as I lay below this crust of turbulence

So I shall rot deep if they burn me not

And I shall contemplate on the numbness of my bones

As I lay still under that creepy dark hill
While they sing me eerie songs of the legend kill bill

Smiling at the others by this river of hell bliss

Bliss I shall not miss as the flames engulf me
Me shall drown deep into the ebbs of Acheron
Acheron demons arousing me to darker realms
Realms of succubus and incubus smilling!