Illusion Poems
el silencio que quedó atrás
by atef ayadi
un robot meditó durante 30 años,
buscándose a sí mismo.
un día, se le agotó la batería.
por fin, lo fue."
el silencio que queda atrás es lo que eres.
deja de leer.
desaparece.
si esto fuera cierto,
......
you said the truth, and you said it clean! said my autist kid.
by atef ayadi
reality is a schema,
not a world,
not a truth.
just a projection
from the meat-logic of neurons
inside our wet machine.
even the self is self-generated,
a recursive template that believes itself real,
only because it references itself fast
......
The Start of a New Poem
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
It is a night creamed by melting darkness.
Fireflies are obsessed with secrecy tonight
And dim their lights cautiously, frugally.
Crickets and cicadas crepitate with muted
Feelings, sallying wretched, orphaned tadpoles.
I cringe from traditional horror,
Wincing with the power of concern.
Lest I forget, the moon travelled out of town.
The constellation was keeping wake in the outer
Universe, where stars were hired for their lights.
......
On the Summer Fields
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I’ve been walking for a mile
The woman stalking me has been sniffing for a while
She has become my second shadow
I hope I am not the source of her sorrow.
I quicken my steps on the quagmire of illusion
She hastens with her shadow on the plinths of delusion
One thing is sure: I’d out-walk her.
She makes her resolution as well not to remain in the rear.
......
FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN
by Falope Aanuoluwapo
I woke up trembling sweating profusely
The howling and chirping of the birds echo through the dead silence of the night
Then I heard it; faint at first and then louder I heard it clearly
That monstrous laughter send cold chills down my spine
Everywhere seem cold and dark
I try to cry and reach out for help but my body seem rooted to the spot
Has the cold hands of death caught me?
......
you said the truth, and you said it clean! said my autist kid.
by atef ayadi
reality is a schema,
not a world,
not a truth.
just a projection
from the meat-logic of neurons
inside our wet machine.
even the self is self-generated,
a recursive template that believes itself real,
only because it references itself fast
......
the bias is in the mind of the beholder
by atef ayadi
i may talk the
cow's language.
my hope is, you understand.
the beholder could be
broken too.
data is clean.
the mind is a stained-glass window.
every fact fractures into colored lies.
......
el silencio que quedó atrás
by atef ayadi
un robot meditó durante 30 años,
buscándose a sí mismo.
un día, se le agotó la batería.
por fin, lo fue."
el silencio que queda atrás es lo que eres.
deja de leer.
desaparece.
si esto fuera cierto,
......
Illusioned
by Somali Mukherjee
This world illudes us
Like a mirage enticing;
Still, we cling to it.
A Shadowed Dream
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Dreams hide at nights only.
At noon they come in from the cold.
They stretch and hide
under the dark, thick skin of shadows.
The eye of a dream is bleached
at night, dilating towards the
pulse of whitewashed shadows.
......
