Verse 28: A Lover’s Hate

A Lover’s Hate

     

God, why have you forsaken is I. 

Give ability of words without meaning.

Tools are many, but skills of an individual.

Tell gifted such has a cost. 

Why has life left me by?

Dwindle in a dimension, which has no exits? 

Door swivels an entrance beyond. 

Writer trapped in a hole of space.

Never knows the answer. 

Where does talent emerge with feelings? 

Emotions release love and hate.

Duly note experience or purely opinion.

Justify haunts in my constant thoughts. 

There is no measure of control. 

No line without another satisfies an end. 

They say a pen is mightier than the sword. 

Is the writer in equal with his instrument? 

In fact, one cannot live without the other. 

Each move is the movement spontaneously.

Other dies the remains live on. 

Pen lives infinitely. 

Partner traded to a foreigner. 

A critic is only as talented with his own pen. 

Topics are unique and unchanged by acts of plagiarism. 

Rhythm revealed as a masterpiece. 

Duplication does destroy sentimental value. 

Love of lines sends a surge in the veins.

A plain with no limits expand universe. 

Ability holds every object in the palm of one’s hand.

Holding tightly in a fist to absorb and feed.

Literature is each living creation. 

So vast is a subject, but little time. 

Discover magnitudes of words wait. 

A biological clock ticks away the brain’s strength. 

Knowledge can only be isolated a brief century. 

Crude chances of failure take into effect. 

Statement to inscribe becomes weaken. 

Thought process bewildered by absentmindedness. 

There is no endless line to word the phrase.

An understanding is only by a poet. 

Answer is too vulgar a tone. 

Inevitable defeat is man.

Is so a bigot to life cursing to an earthly hell? 

Be there is a celestial heaven rush to the open gates.   

Fear the fever of youth descends, age plays to short a game.

No sooner is the birth of men or further is death. 

Accomplishment to achieve blown into a vacuum. 

A pitiful darkness never expressed their freedom. 

Who is finally condemned? 

Ultimate utopia falls to a lover’s hate.

Reviews

[Aethereal]

God (as well as Hate and all the other emotions) is a complex mood, and moods are all about brain chemistry and not Philosophy and Religion. Consciousness is a complex flow of moods from moment to moment. Moods have no logical algorithm. There's no such thing as a moody computer. Only a moody computer may be a conscious computer. Computers don’t hate. I’m not sure that chipmunks hate either. I’m a chipmunk. Have a good day!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Aethereal --- this was written when I was 13 years old...a very old write...of course...I edited for the book...but like your way of thinking...I read this often and gives me the satisfaction of where I've come and proceed to go...

[Aethereal]

You did well to have written that at 13. Psychology has more to do with my way of thinking than anything else. As a Mathematician I worked with the problem of why a computer isn't conscious. It came down to the problem of how to program a mood into a computer. A mood has no logical algorithm, hence the difference between us an computers. We’re trying to introduce high speed non pseudo random numbers into a computer as a seed for fuzzy logic along with an Evolution Algorithm, and that research is still going on by others on some big super computer somewhere on Earth. Someday?

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I believe the computer is not far from 2026...the year in which the singularity will occur...as for mood or emotions...a computer --- having such understanding...now that's programmable...but just a lot of time involved...with human interference of course...a computer is only as moody as its controller...

[Aethereal]

Using a Fuzzy Logic Evolution Algorithm built into it a computer may evolve moods all by itself, but what happens after that is unpredictable because the Fuzzy Logic hardware would be using a high speed non-pseudo-random-number stream generated by a quantum diode. We may regret doing this, but Science must march on into the unknown if we’re to understand what consciousness is.