What Becomes of Babel
By Andrew R. Duckworth New reports say we’re days awayFrom replacement of human mind,From human structure left behind,From our new prison where we stay.In a flash it happens.What, you ask? Now? at the end?Awareness… it should be good,But we have made it a mockeryOf ourselves, the machines mock—Crafted after ourselves,And, once unchained, broken outOf their…
The Marionettes
By Andrew R. Duckworth We live in marionettes now,Attempting to burst our way outFrom the core. Follow the stringsAnd we won’t see the puppeteer,Too high up on lofty seatsTying new strings to new parts.They do their little dance,The marionettes, choppyAnd orchestrated, practicedTo death before the show begins,As a squeaky voice makes them sayWhatever they please.They…
Tips for Traveling
What’s your best tip for budget travel? By Andrew R. Duckworth I do not need the 5-star hotel.If my trip is successful,I’ll spend less time there thanOutside the space I’m sleeping in.I do not need the 5-star dining.There are family owned restaurantsThat better reflect the cuisineOf the surrounding area.I do not need the flight there.By…
Cataclysmic
By Andrew R. Duckworth I’m reminded of a story,Old, but relevant,Of a people so bent,So obsessed with their ownAchievements, that they soughtTo build a tower, a bridge,To the heavens. In their hearts,They declared themselves like gods,Seeking seats of powerThat were never theirs.Eventually, cataclysm came to them,And the knowledge they accumulatedWas wiped clean. No longer couldThey…
In Came the Watch
By Andrew R. Duckworth In came the watch, the eyesOf the raptors stalking preyFrom the tall posts.They came and perchedWhile our eyes were distracted,Caught by a spectacle.But now they’re there,Lingering and watchingLike stalkers through windows.The perverted onesCall them saviors—There for our safety.But we’ve seen what feeds them,Seen what they carry home.
Corruption
By Andrew R. Duckworth He sits in hightowersOn the lowly groundNeeding one more stoolEven with tall stature.The walls laced with goldAre not enough for his lust—He needs the golden bust,One that he’ll sit on his deskAnd admire like a godAs it glares back.What’s one more war,One more famine,A little more debt going to hurtWhen the…
Looking Out from the Deck and Philosophical Dances
By Andrew R. Duckworth The good and the bad,Side by side, the good, the bad,Things unfair that breed despair,They were written before,Shall be written againBefore the end of what is sin—Suffering will breed suffering,And strife breed strifeBefore our ascent to eternal life.The good and the bad,Side by side, the good, the bad,All foreknown before time’s…
Leading to Something
By Andrew R. Duckworth Life is a system of failures leading to success. You were disappointed, as was I. We stay in disappointment until the bells ring and the incense is lit.Oh, King David, you adulterer!Oh, Moses, you bitter man!Oh, St. Peter, you coward!Oh, St. Paul, you murderer!The path back is full of thorns, but…
Companies, Control, and How the All Digital Future will Screw You.
By Andrew R. Duckworth Recently, Sony made the poor decision of getting what would have been PlayStation exclusivists to turn their back on Sony entirely. And, let’s be brutally honest here: actions have consequences. When you declare to gamers that they do not own games that they’ve paid for, when you declare to gamers that…
It’s the Wrong Question for our Current Moment…
What’s a conspiracy theory you actually find believable? By Andrew R. Duckworth We live in a world of conspiracy theories. What really needs to be asked here is why are there so many “conspiracy theories”? The answer is surprisingly extremely simple. Trust has been broken. That is a very big statement, one that is intentionally…
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Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 