Autonomy Poems - Poems about Autonomy

I did not understand what this word meant. Why was it important? I read the definition “self-directing freedom, especially moral independence” A word that had meaning but carried no weight. No never meant no. It meant a laugh, a sneer or worse was completely ignored. Rights were something given to those who “deserved” them....

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I am, for the most part, most scared to speak. Not because I don't necessarily have anything to say, My mouth, alongside the virility of my brain, just seem to like putting me in reticence But even in the fortunate instance that my mind doesn't wander into insanity at the thought, I would still seal my mouth with golden...

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How will the robots remember us? I’d like to think they’ll write poems in some Style they develop for themselves, contrive To move their electron-shifting hearts, Inheriting our passions good and bad, The joys and bitter miseries that they In their birth and evolution never Thought or ever dreamed we had....

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If "I" remains in A story..in an Autonomous role Autonomy would seem To retain a hold in Imagination As the story unfolds In this way......

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Meandering paths through the forest of voices We all hunt the Fox, the fox of truth and of choices. Let loose the hounds that lose the scent. The foul fishy flash that keeps their nose bent. Sell your head scratching questions to buy the cheap thrill From the glossy silver lips of the letters on the hill. The grand distraction...

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no cell phone service in most of the universe may make you nervous original sin where building of guilt begins doubts start to creep in autonomy should not require lobotomy only common sense factoring our roles finding poverty of soul digs very deep holes claim open season for attacks upon reason let's untruth sneak in based on pure meanness or simple inconvenience words come between us a haiku a day may chase the doldrums...

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They come into my room every night. And make sure I’m asleep. But also alive. I'm no longer convinced that they have my best interests in mind. I had finally woken up. I try calling my family. The phones are dead once again. And everyone starts panicking for a moment. I try calling to my family....

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Either Done in Autonomy A lobotomy Or a craniotomy Which is best for me? I am beginning to believe for each and every politician so it seems now a days. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn...

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Caged up in the brain’s shackles of lust and lies Rags of despair disillusion and utter reformed thoughts hang Puddles of thick perverse actions gather and stain crimson For he is a mirage of false hope cascading over your senses Then final reiteration of the branded instant’s ultimate sound....

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There is nothing here anymore, he said As the dirty glass jars fill up with rain Drop full by drop full Against diluted ambivalence turned gray Wetting both of our tongues Soaking dark clothing into heavy burdens So much like myself, I fear I’m going to break everything open, I reply Take these shards String them up into the trees Offerings of little elements...

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