The future is now.
Electrons dancing for your entertainment
Creating universes for you to play god in
How benevolent will you be?
Tech (an acrostic poem)
Tag Archives: creating
Art (an acrostic poem)
Always creating for the sake of creation.
Reality bends to accommodate the totality of new imagination generated.
That might be the source of all the dark energy!
Scams (an acrostic poem)
She didn’t mean to start another pyramid scheme
Creating a product so cool, she just wanted to allow others to have opportunities
And to grow it quickly, she decided to use subcontractors, who could subcontract from there
Making a company with a pretty nifty product and a pretty crappy way to sell it.
So that’s why one day the whole thing toppled
Comic (an acrostic poem)
Creating sagas out of pictures and words
Organized in windowed snapshots of time
Manipulating sounds silently through POW and SNIKT
It is an artform consumed by young and old
Capturing the human condition with characters who are more than that
Massage (an acrostic poem)
Manipulating the data to make it relax
And at the same time stimulate the viewer to see the answers contained within
So, it should come to no surprise that, at times, the data might be stretched too far
Snapping off the meaning from the numbers
And creating a new thesis from the ether
Giving a new discourse that never even had a whisper
Exist in the original census of the world
Prince (an acrostic poem)
Perhaps one day I will be a king
Reaching up and placing the crown on my own head
It would be then where I fulfill my destiny
Never looking back, I would break down barriers and shatter glass ceilings
Creating new norms that would create a more equitable society
Even though some may call me queen, my breasts won’t define me!
Watch (an acrostic poem)
Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist
As He waited for the seconds to tick by
The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed
Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image
He smiled. Soon He would do more than just …
Contrast (an acrostic poem)
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Factory (an acrostic poem)
Focused on manufacturing
And maximizing profits
Creating parts and pieces for consumption
Then spitting them out into the hopefully accepting world
Ordering the chaos of creation into ridged steps
Reaching for peek throughput and yields
Yet that damn Murphy was always on the visitor’s list
Innovate (an acrostic poem)
It all comes down to creating something new
Not that it is easy, but with inspiration and perspiration
New things can come into existence
Of course you hope to capture lightning in a bottle
Value of your creation skyrockets, your company declared a unicorn
And you would be hailed as a genius
That is all well and good, but first do the hard part
Envision a new future and make it happen
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