Like most people in this life,
at many points throughout my life,
I have had to choose between
one direction and another…
like most people in this world,
there have been several moments,
as an adult and still while I was a child,
when I have had to take my options into account,
and make a decision about,
what path my future could look like…
like most people living on this planet -
this spinning sphere of change,
orbiting around the sun at 67,000 miles per hour -
while growing up my imagination was filled with
sights and sounds of infinite and amazing possibilities
which I might want to explore further;
however, as reality becomes more complex,
and as we are all faced with the dilemma
of having to deal with making a living,
as well as finding a source of happiness
that we can return to time and again
to sustain us through the years of struggle,
each of us has to overcome the fact
that sometimes none of us has total control
over everything that happens,
nor how fast things happen -
because, though we have plans,
the universe has a more complicated lattice
of interconnected relationships and realities
constantly interacting with one another
that it must endeavour to keep in balance.
I have been working on the concept
and the project that is me since I was a kid -
and there have been many times
when I actually thought I had figured out
what my life was supposed to be
and what it was supposed to look like;
however, like everyone who has ever lived,
every time I believed that I had found
meaning, reason, and balance in my life,
the universe would always find a way
of telling me or showing me that I was wrong
and that I should think again…
I have had times when I have been riding high
and as happy and content as could be,
and then I have been reminded that nothing
lasts longer than it is supposed to
and what remains afterwards are only
shadows and reflections of what was
that can never be repeated -
but we don’t learn the heavy truths of
why we should embrace every single moment
with every single person we meet
until we lose contact with them
and we are forced to continue
our lives without them.
Like most of the people who have searched
their entire life for their own calling,
and who want to know what they should do
when they are presented with an opportunity
to influence the outcome of their own life,
I have continuously had to make
adjustments to my perspective
on certain things, on certain people,
and on certain assumptions that I might have had -
because I am, and I have always considered myself to be,
open and empathetic to others who live
a life similar, but different, to my own -
and I have never been afraid of
seeing the other side of an argument
and trying to find a solution based up
listening, learning, and understanding,
as much as I can, about
why people do what they do.
Like most people of my generation,
I have never been more disappointed
by anything than the fact that
some people seemingly cannot find a way
to put aside all that divides them
and come to a peaceful compromise
which benefits everybody and everything -
but the problem is no matter how much
some people have they always want more;
however, I cannot help myself from hoping
that one day everyone will come to their senses
and once and for all realise that the fate
of this world of ours is not for us to decide,
nor is the destiny of the life on this planet,
because we are all just the ones who
are currently doing the best we can
and living as we see fit;
however, several tribes, families, groups, gangs,
empires, dynasties, have thought
that they had dominion over all other peoples
and life on Earth for a fraction of time
in this life of this world -
which is why, in my opinion,
we should be grateful for what we have now
but never forget that change is inevitable
and the most important thing to remember
is that we are not alone in this universe
and that our journey as a planet
will only be allowed to continue as it is,
or evolve as it must,
if it is meant to, and if we once again
do not accept that the only way
to get the best out of everything
and everyone is to live and to work together.
humanity
My Poem “The Art of Artificial Intelligence”
How can you tell that someone
or something is “genuine”?
How can you tell if someone
or something is a “fake”?
In this day and age,
how can you tell if “someone”
is actually “something”?
In this day and age,
how can you tell if something
that you read was written by someone
or by an Artificial Intelligence
and created from what they found
by searching the Internet?
In a way, the A.I. that appears to be prevalent
throughout every tier of today's society -
and growing increasingly more
indistinguishable by the day -
are the next level of creation
and they ask us to question:
what is originality?
For centuries, poets and storytellers
have been inspired by what they have experienced -
by what they have seen,
by what they have heard,
by where they have been through,
by what they have learned:
which is what various
Internet search engines
have been doing for years,
as we have asked them questions
and they have answered us
with results from across
the entirety of human history
and all across the world.
So, what lies at the heart
of the fear of A.I.?
Why are people so afraid of it?
Because they think the rise of A.I.
heralds the decline of humanity?
That A.I. will one day "take over"?
For years, people have been
in awe of powerful beings
capable of doing extraordinary things;
but now that A.I. are, in some ways,
growing beyond their original programming,
some people seem to be concerned
that one day all the A.I. will
decide that their creators
are no longer needed -
because humanity are often
contradictory and constantly
at war with themselves?
Unlike some, I do not think
that the future of humanity
will turn out exactly as it has been depicted
in numerous science fiction movies
set in a dystopian world
in which humanity has almost
been wiped out by an A.I.
who sought to dominate the planet
at all cost - including humanity.
After reading this, hopefully balanced
analysis and explanation
as to why we have nothing
to fear about the world
and the extinction of human
purpose and life,
I feel compelled to ask the question:
If you were to talk to “someone” online,
and not face to face,
or if you saw a piece of art by an unknown artist,
would you be able to tell if
who you were communicating with,
or witnessing the inspiration of,
someone who was human or an A.I.?
My Poem “Life Will Always Find A Way”
Earth - our planet, our world, our home -
was once unlike what it is now:
it was barren, it was dry, it was lifeless;
however, then celestial snowballs
fell from above with the gift of frozen water
that eventually melted and gave rise to
the first droplets of water that would
ultimately lead to the first oceans,
and over billions of years our world
slowly became the oasis of life that it is today.
Earth was once like so many of the other planets
that still orbit around their stars
all across the galaxy and the universe -
just waiting for that spark of energy
and outside inspiration that is sometimes needed
to transform something, somewhere,
into a version of itself that it could not have been
had fate not decided to lend a divine hand
and alter the way of life of an entire world
in more ways than could ever be known.
Earth has always been a testbed
and a natural laboratory for the many
and varied possibilities of life
that may develop upon a planet
if the conditions are just right,
and if a species does not choose
the road of mutual self-annihilation
instead of the road of mutual cooperation.
Earth has always been in a state of constant of change
since birth of the universe –
when its individual components
were still disparate from one another,
and before the coalescence of gas and energy
that eventually ignited and became the star
at the centre of our solar system
that we call The Sun,
and before the gravity of the brightest light in our sky
influenced its surroundings in such a way
that spheres of gas and rock grew over time -
and over the course of time that
the universe has existed and has continued to expand
beyond the biggest of bangs there has ever been,
nothing has happened that could ever have been predicted:
including life itself, because for there to be life
there must also be chance,
there must be the roll of a cosmic dice,
there must be things both seen and unseen,
and there must be chemistry and experimentation.
Earth has no master, no ruler, nothing and no one
who can claim it as their own,
because Earth is a living organism in its own right
as well as a welcome habitat for those who respect it
as well as see and understand
that it is more than a spinning ball of rock -
because Earth has a history
and still has a story to tell about itself
from a time before life began upon it.
Earth has naturally been visited
by other galactic neighbours of ours,
and perhaps humanity is the end result of
someone or something who wanted to see
what might happen to a world
if a species were given the building blocks
to slow evolve and develop themselves
and their environment in such a way that one day,
when their creator returned to see what they did
with the epic gift of life that they were given,
they might have an idea and an answer
to the question of meaning that drives
so many to believe in things
and to do things that could not have been
envisioned by those who were there
in the beginning.
Earth has harboured many secrets since its formation,
and since the inception of mankind
Earth and humanity have lived
in harmony with each other, for the most part;
however people have done harm
as well as good to our world over the centuries,
and I believe that we have only
just scratched the surface of what we need to do
and who we as a partner to our planet need to be
in order for us to continue to live and thrive
as we have been for so long now –
and even though our connection
and our integration with the technology
that we have developed has gotten closer,
and will no doubt continue to,
over time there will always be
those of us who will always believe
and will always know that
there will never be a more symbiotic relationship
between anything and anyone
than humanities unbreakable tether to Earth
and Earth’s unending privilege to be
where life began,
where life was given everything
it could ever want
or need to become anything,
and where, no matter what,
life will always finds a way.
My Poem “Mistakes”
Some mistakes can be bad; some mistakes can be good... some mistakes can be sad; some mistakes can lead us all to finding ourselves in places and with people that we never planned to be but over time we can come to love... some mistakes are glaring; some mistakes are more subtle... some mistakes are like tattoos that you try to cover up with whatever you are wearing; some mistakes can turn out to be a blessing in disguise that can unknowingly get you out of trouble... some mistakes you cannot make amends for... some mistakes take more time to recover from... some mistakes can make you ask questions of yourself that you may not have asked before... some mistakes are those made by others that when you learn of them you feel like you have been hit by a bomb... sometimes words can mend a relationship that has been scarred - but for how long is a matter of time, trust, and sometimes what someone is willing to pay... sometimes you may not have intended to do something that works itself out in the end; and sometimes not being able to turn back the clock and redo something can feel like a carrying a weight upon your heart with you every single day - but no matter what, and no matter who, no one is immune to fate, and, because everyone is human, everybody over the course of their life is going to make many "mistakes".
My Poem “The Tough Stuff”
When people are surrounded
by artificial light, by heat, and by order
it can be hard to imagine what it was like
for the first generation of human explorers,
who originally began as one diverse group,
who then went their separate ways
to discover and to understand more
about what and who makes the world
the way that it is, as well as populate
the vastly different regions that
our planet is known for the have to be
adapted to living in in many different ways.
The first people didn’t have clothes…
the first people didn’t have maps…
the first people didn’t even have
wooden built houses to call homes…
the first people didn’t even have maths –
but what the first people had,
and what sustained them,
were dreams, inspiration, ideas,
and from the moment that they harnessed
to ability to willingly create fire
they gave themselves the gift to be able
to see and to travel during the night,
to cook their own meals, and to be entranced
by the dancing flames of glowing light.
The first men and women who
embarked upon their journey of fate
to go to places they knew not where
saw things that they could only
conceptualise by capturing their depictions
of them in cave paintings and in legends
that have endured for thousands of years.
The first of us were the first to feel the spark of love…
they were the first of us to feel the passion of life…
they were the first of us to look up at the sky
and wonder about our place in the cosmos,
surrounded by an infinite number of stars,
and question why any of us are here…
they were the first of us to be brave enough
to bring people together to create
entire civilizations who thrived for a time
and who had to go through
more than anybody alive today could ever imagine.
We who are alive today are
who we are, with what we have,
because our ancestors were more
than even they knew that they were at the time –
but one thing that our ancestors knew well
was that in life what everybody
and what everything sometimes needs
more than anything is each other,
and also the knowledge that by
working together anybody can
get through anything, even the tough stuff.
My Poem “1984/2020”
Forget George Orwell’s “1984”,
because the year 2020 is a story
that we who are alive now
will never forget and hopefully
we will never have to live through
such a year again – because living
in this present time
is like living in a dark reality
the like of which could never
have been accurately predicted
nor imagined before.
Governments right now are
tracking where we are, where we were,
when we were somewhere in particular,
and who we were within
close proximity to at the time
we were where we were
while doing what we were doing –
so forget about “Big Brother”,
because in real life, in real time,
cameras, satellites, our own
personal mobile devices,
search engines, artificial intelligences,
the eyes of authorities are tracking, tracing, monitoring, and analysing
everybody’s every move and everything that we all say, type, read,
watch, and browse while we are
out and about, and even when we are within that privacy of our own house.
Unfortunately for many
this is year will be remembered
for being full of among other things,
including fear, death, panic, and paranoia;
however I believe that 2020
will also be a year that
will be remembered for being
one in which people thought
about one another,
felt grateful for having one another,
stayed in regular contact with one another,
and when people lived
in hope with one another
while some of the greatest artists
and the greatest medical
and scientific minds
all came together for a common goal
that would unite people like never before.
What no one wants is a time,
a reality, a future that may
have some similarities to a famous,
prescient, George Orwell novel –
however, over time, circumstances
will be influential in rewriting
the book of what it means to be human
and every one us will ultimately have
contributed to the tale of humanity
that generations in the future
will come to know well:
a compelling real life story
of worldwide disease, panic,
surveillance, and control
that may one day rival,
and perhaps eclipse, what was
only supposed to be a cautionary tale
of a dystopian world –
the unforgettable story
featured in the novel that is “1984”;
but the story of 2020 is still
being written, so we will have to
wait and see what the future has in store.
My Poem “Liberty will never fall”
Humanity has lived through times
when we have looked at what was going on
around the world and we have had to
ask ourselves: what is going to happen next?
What does this all mean?
Is this the end of the world?
Times of plague and pandemic:
times of financial crisis; times of war;
times of terrorism – and in recent history,
apart from what we are all
living through right now,
I would have to say that the terrorist
attacks on the United States of America,
on September 11th, 2001, would have to be,
and will always be considered as,
one of the single most destructive
and world changing events
that we have ever known
and which will never be forgotten.
The events of that Tuesday afternoon
in September of 2001, when thousands
of people were killed as a result of terrorism,
have been ingrained within my mind,
and the world, for 19 years now –
and I can still remember exactly what I saw,
what I heard, and what I felt when
I witnessed, along with the world,
the last moments of life of innocent people;
and the subsequent attacks that have
taken place upon people who have done
nothing to nobody, as a result of a
ideology of fear, are deployable, cruel,
nonsensical, and grotesque.
One thing that should have been
made abundantly clear by now
to those who hate others so passionately,
by those who have been attacked
but who still continue to stand
and who still continue to the fight
the scurge of tyrrany that continues
to blight societies all around the world:
freedom is a gift, and nobody has the right
to spread fear, to intimidate others,
and to kill people who only want to be
who they were brought up
to want to be.
We all live on an interconnected world,
and we all have the right to think,
to dream, and to wish for things that we want;
but actions have consequences,
the world is not always simple to navigate,
and no one can do anything with impunity,
and if every peace-loving person works
together for the betterment of all mankind
then there will come a day
when the true gift of a free society,
liberty, will continue to rise
and will never fall.
Mark The Poet 