Digital Gravel

I am not a hacker.
I am not a programmer.
The world is slipping away.
With no smart phone I watch in dismay.

As I become outdated.
My human operating system frustrated.
By all the new technology
That I must adapt to each day.

I build web sites to view on laptops.
Not for display on iPads or iPhones.
Not for applications to download.
The new generation has taken over.

I am just another computer user.
I don’t build systems or networks.
I dress business casual and go to work.
I use all the tools that I can

To help the users that came before RAM.
I know enough to make a living.
No new next big ideas in my head.
Nothing new to add to the social machine.

I clock out and go home to my family.
I am thankful that I can provide for them simply.
I leave the digital revolution to the children to come.
May their programs improve life some.

May they use their powers for good.
May they remember the users before them.
That we put our hands in the digital gravel
So that they could grow this road we all travel.

Frozen and Thawed

I see 23
A dozen times a day.
The more at peace the more I see.
I am a man with a mask stumbling astray.

His face too scarred for people to see.
His arm too limp to use freely.
Who sees his reality
Frozen and thawed

From the outside looking in.
I wonder if we are free?
Many would say God is Love or God is One.
Some say that God is a disease.

It all began with a huge explosion.
What match lit the flame?
Who birthed the God that sparked the boom?
Are there Gods of our God that loom?

Many say God is not to know but to feel.
That feeling is all that is real.
God is just a word created by humanity.
Used often to start wars over land.

Supported by the word’s origin.
We forget that like a dream it will be over.
Will our waking dreams becomeĀ lucid?
Will we become our own saviors?

I see another 23.
It is now 3:23.
Is this a signpost put out
To view as I pass along my route

Or is this a glitch in my program?
A software bug for lack of RAM.
AnĀ Easter egg left for those who see
The truth, to some degree.

It is called the Singularity

My doctor doesn’t know about the singularity.
The same man who is giving me directions for my clarity.
And he has a resume and publications five miles long.
As a trained expert on my brain which he works upon.

Giving me medications that are only ten years old.
Hoping for shrinkage or for the right dosage that will hold.
Make my tumor or scar tissue shrink back a bit.
But sometimes he is not sure who I am or may forget.

What does this million dollar MRI machine portray?
Off a millimeter on a measurement and he might say
we just might need to start radiation therapy today.
Or you might need another surgery to stay

alive a bit longer so we can find a cure.
We often speak of nanobots that could make me pure
and other ways of extending this life I was given.
But with him not knowing of the singularity I have misgivings.

As I tell him about the megabytes in the human brain.
How much memory we store and how much we abstain
from storing upon our limited membranes. How much we
toss out without giving our memories a place to live and see.

Just a few hundred megabytes we use as RAM.
35 gigabytes of data a day we view as bits and bites of spam.
As I sat there educating my doctor on the brain today.
I realized how little we all know and how dearly I could pay.

For the human brain is a mystery for even the pros.
For the ones who practice medicine with all its loopholes.
And I am thankful I have him on my side.
This man has added years to my life but even so I must confide

that I wish he knew of the singularity that is on the horizon.
I wish he realized that his medicine is sort of a con
to band-aid our bodies together long enough to test
the approaching download of our body’s consciousness.

To a place where our bodies will be just a disease.
Where the hive mind will discard our bodies like fleas.
A place where we will find eternal life for our kind.
A place where no one goes deaf and no one goes blind.

So patch me up doc and help me get there.
I want to be downloaded and be apart of this affair.
When the human species makes its next major evolution
I want to be there to experience this miracle of creation.