Neurotechnology,
a gift or a bane
With thoughts simply neurons,
case structure our brains
Is humanity destined
to merely plug in
Will all beauty and truth
be a programmer’s whim
And what of our history
that starts to rewrite
Will all paradox suffer,
conversation contrite
From Plato to Sartre,
one thing is the same
The essence of man
—will a mystery remain
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Hope's Diamond
Not silver,
not platinum,
and surely not gold
A mind
eager to learn,
something else to behold
More treasured
in essence,
than riches untold
Where a Newton
or Einstein
—begin to unfold
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Cross Currents
If we could touch time
or taste a new dream
Awareness exploding,
beyond the extreme
To see every fragrance
or hear every wile
Our senses emboldened
—as memory smiles
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
Toll Free
Verse is but a vehicle
to where my words are bound
The cargo much more precious
than structure that surrounds
The driving force empowered,
hands firm upon the wheel
The road to ever open up
—with all I say and feel
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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'Is humanity destined
to merely plug in
Will all beauty and truth
be a programmer’s whim'..
a great write! I really appreciate your timely subject matter's dear poet, but
while fearing the seemingly inevitable future
of binary infused - thought,
are we bypassing
the 'programming of mind's'
that's been cultivated so successfully, already?
how else to reason
our society's need to continually exist
within bite-sized reality realms
of 'base' awareness
Thanks LB. I try to take a step back and look at the total
effect technology has had on modern society. If you ask
are we happier or better off, or even smarter (do we write
better poetry) than 100-200 years ago, I think the answer
is no.
Orwell and Huxley I fear are being proven right.
Thanks as always for reading and the insightful commenting.
Kurt
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