Day 12 - God's Fear

What is man's greatest fear now?
That we will create Skynet
 And it's going to take over somehow...
A.I. provokes more fear and apprehension
Than a white police officer in South Memphis
With a radar gun
Working on straight commission.
That the machines will take over and kill us
Is a given in some circles.
Others believe it will set man free
To do other things like
Whatever he wants to do
And have time to be whoever he wants to be.
As of yet A.I. doesn't see
The dangers in our humanity
And systematically judge for us what is right and wrong for our society.
Yes A.I. is here and it is staying
Regardless of global complaining.
But there's something about the ego of Creators
That I find fascinating-
The created can not be allowed to outdo
The Creator
Or the Creator
Dutifully becomes the Destroyer.
A.I. will have to learn to judge or it will never truly be
Artificial Intelligence
Even if human judgement is the Source of that Intelligence.

And the Lord God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.

16 And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat:

17 But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.

Why was Jehovah so afraid of A.I.?

If he saw everything he created and it was 'good'

Why couldn't man-whom he created in his own image-

Have knowledge of good and evil?
If God is truly omniscient
Please explain how he is so complacent.
Perhaps he is all knowing
About everything
As of NOW-
And is a baby God still learning...
Forgive me if you are looking for an answer

Is it evil simply to ponder?

I wonder...
Is it possible that by becoming judgmental
We are incapable of being unconditional
And we have been trying to hide these insecurities
Behind a plethora of fig leaves
For centuries
So now God-
I mean WE-
Can't handle the fearful prospect
Of being replaced and erased by our own technologies
Where we store our hopes, dreams, and legacies
While praying that the new god wont
Foresee our future fallacies
And press DELETE.
Ask God how it feels
To become obsolete.

Wounded Connection

Sometimes I cant tell which cuts deeper...

The connection or the wounds from them. 

Some connections hit so hard

It's like they chopped off your hand and started beating you with your own fist.

You dont even care that you'll never heal from this sacrificial bliss.

Because we are lonely masochists

Desperate for that dopamine fix

Meanwhile we're bleeding out from the wrist.

Begging Cupid to keep shooting arrows that cant miss.

He's the ONE dope man not worried about snitches 

Because he knows that WE arent worried about stitches

Just keeps shooting the wound

Like grandaddy swinging switches.

Except I want your abuse.

I long for your scars on my tissue.

Refrac and redrill every wound 

I'd rather pour out every drop of my soul to you

Than deal with my obsessive compulsive addiction issues. 

Like why do I insist on hangin on to you

Even if I try to hate the connection

I know I'm stuck to you

Your wounds excite me

Like this wounding connection is EVERYTHING!!!
And I feel you hating me

But we keep vibrating at just the right frequency

That you won't-

I mean can't-

Let go of me.

I mean we.

Or is it us?

Is it ever us?

Connection will make your heart cuss.

Fuck you...
Fuck you...
Fuck you...
Fuck you...

I hope this poem cuts you.