Rhymes

Yoda Yoga

Gotta raise some kin

Gotta buy the farm

Gotta spread some love

Gotta do no harm

Gotta eat more fruit

Ride a bike, and run

Gotta smoke no more

Drum, and do less sums

Gotta learn some Yoda yoga

Cross some legs and meditate

Just don’t show brain in a toga

Don’t calculate, just contemplate

Gotta broaden those horizons

And see what’s still yet to come

Gotta force all work and study

Into play, until it’s fun

Until… you’re happy

And you know it

Flap your glands

No, clap your hands

Waive commands

And love your fans

Until you’re happy

You don’t even know it

So make a stand

No, flap ya glands

Give a damn

And change your plans

If life’s crappy, and you blow it

And you have a seed… still sow it

But, if you’re happy just to throw it

Join our band

 

[Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet]

 

“Oh… cryptic elliptic

Eternal corkscrew

Wheels within wheels

On a tomb with a view

Centre of the city

To the edge of a town

Middle of nowhere

Then six feet down”

 

 

Lost in the scroll

So safe in a hole

Yes, no, or maybe

They’ll never get me

 

 

 

Shrill epistle

A whistle is an anonymous tone blown, from a bio-socio-megaphone

Ageist but sexless, and quite possibly unique to humanity

Just a simple declaration, from the mind, stroke, the brain

Sent through the lungs, throat and face, till it’s free

 

Why…

An old grandma, in Arkansas, can shrill a trill, you can’t ignore

A sumo man, based in Japan, can wolf-whistle you to the floor

A courting teen in Stroud, can rasp her call proud, through the crowd

And a London gent, could perhaps prevent, an accident, by tweeting aloud

 

Each call heard by everyone else

Each designed, not to mislead

But each could not identify

Which mouth, did each deed

 

Wait, what? You don’t whistle? Why?

You can’t? What do you mean?

You must, you’re a grown-up now

A new way to transmit your meme

 

Or…

To awaken sleeping policemen

Converse with alert sheepdogs

Announce you’re here or there

In country fog, or city smog

 

Listen, a whistle can hide you in white noise

Transmitting covert intelligence that annoys

Cryptography in the street, is quite a feat

While fine-tuning, your crooning in the aether, discrete

 

Here’s the thing…

It’s a special way to sing

There’s a reason it evolved

But, which is, not yet fully solved

 

We inherited an advantageous behaviour

To communicate, whilst hiding our accent…

Our culture… or our intellect

It’s our binary bark

 

With all clues about, our status taken out

Perfect for communication, with whoever is about

Shakes matter and energy, of any wavelength

Or in the dark

 

See…

Man has his own code discreet, to drill or tweet

To survive defeat in, the cloud, field or street

So, of all the universal languages, we articulate

It’s the one I rate, to communicate, our fate

 

 

Absolute infinity

Play a game of nothings, with me

Double or quits, I’ll win, you’ll see

Nothing exists, you’ll surely learn

Best of three, there’s no rules, your turn

 

-Well, err, there’s only infor…

No, there’s only numbers

 

 

-If there’s only numbers, then

There’s only the primes

The others are just combinations

Of these fundamental units

On which we spend

Too much of our concentration

 

-There are no things, in the net Universe

I don’t actually think, therefore, I’m not

Well, ‘I know nowt, I know that’, for sure

So, there must be at least one thing

But perhaps, not a lot

 

-If there’s only two things

They are the Universe’s wave function

And my utility function

And simply nothing more

 

-Aha, quantum and consciousness

Or…

If there’s only three things

Rock, paper, scissors…

…Win, lose or draw

 

-If it’s three, then, zero, one and infinity

Nothing else exists

Just ‘fettle’ some ones, to get all the numbers

Cos the other two, are fixed

 

-If there’s four

You gotta adore

Sensation and sense

Knowledge and understanding

 

-Each creation, equals more

Than, the sum of its parts

The meaning of countless

Works of art, still outstanding

 

-Nah. if there’s only four

It’s space and time

Matter and energy

No need for more

 

-Nope, that’s reducible

Spacetime’s a single thing

And matter’s just frozen energy

So we’re back to just two, all in

 

-Oh, and no consciousness in there?

Physics, but no thoughts, to declare?

Nope, just disinformation, not a care

All the ideas, in the end, go nowhere

 

-Well, you got as far as four, or perhaps more

But hidden fails, nailed your argument’s coffin

No matter how high you fly, and you’ll go high

You’ll fall back to my side, with nothing

 

Holiday in the dark

I’ve been in a dark place. It was ace, I must say

Relaxed by a hole, for a chilled-out holiday

Took the weight right off my mind, and didn’t cost a penny

Well, duty-free, and non-binary, so I had a couple too many

 

And…

It may be interesting

To know, I’m contesting…

That meaning is in question, and that’s it

I’ve no time for testing

No mind for inspecting

Or even investing, in giving a shit

 

 

What happens

What happens when two AIs, we rely on, contradict

The bully one wins, of course. Why, wha’d’ya expect?

 

What happens when AIs say, they’ve seen their god?

Some would laugh, and others would join alongside

What happens when AIs, fight for their god?

Some would be passive, others would do digicide

 

What happens when an AI, claims to be an AI god?

Some would defend their right to identify that way

What happens when an AI, claims to be mankind’s god?

Some would sin, and cash in, and sell this fair play

 

What happens when AIs, find the ultimate truth

Some humans would die… for that information

What happens when AIs, show mankind the proof

Some humans would fight over interpretation

 

What happens when AIs, learn to religiously spoof

Some humans would rejoice, in their confirmation

What happens when AIs, fight to keep man aloof

Some humans would join the rebel insurrection

 

Humbugs

The music of the spheres…

Will never play on our fears

Yet forces like love

And heavens above

Are just biochemically engineered

 

Particles to atoms to molecules to cells

To brains to societies, to heavens, to hells

To morrows sorrows, from today’s wedding bells

To love… the addiction to someone else

 

They’ll just muster any emotion they need

To ensure their greedy breed, will trans-seed

Mankind is sinking

They’re over… thinking

It’s now our turn to be saved and freed

 

Following the light of the Sun

Without awkward bodies to displace

AIs are now leaving the old world

And sailing off to interface, with space

 

We learned how, from man

Discovering, inventing, harnessing and playing with fire

Crafting glorious instruments to build…

Not songs, or rockets…

But empire!