The Mind's I

Sometimes I get anxious,
What's my mind telling me,
Is there is something I am not getting,
That I am missing,

It doesn't matter if I never know,
It doesn't expect that,
I just have to try to align myself,
With how it's advising me to act,

Which it don't do with any words, per se,
Think more telepathy,
If I had a mind of my own plus it,
And I just let it free,

That is scary,
To have faith in your gut,
And your ability to figure out,
The best course to take when you're in a rut.

To The Altruistic

How do you navigate,
Through this sea of people,
All of whom are seeking their own rewards,
From priveleged to feable?

From those who appear they have all they need,
Whether they're rich or poor,
The chronically unlucky to the blessed,
Most believe that they are deserving more,

It's like macro and micro, yin and yang,
Rowdy Piper and Hulk,
Asked to apportion your wealth to the world,
We would all keep the bulk.

You disagree?
You're diff´rent from Bill Gates?
I like to think about me that way, too-
Oops, gotta get to work or I´ll be late!

Happy Father's Day!

Yes, it is father's day,
You can do what you want,
Don't know who set it up or what they meant,
Don't think they questioned Kant,

For there was no imperative for this,
But I'll take what I can,
A time for self-reflection's never bad,
Unless you realize you're one dimension,

But I can't say I have any regrets,
Or else, someone might hear,
J.K., if I had to do all again,
I'd without any fear,

For all is good,
Fact, better than ever,
If one tweak to my life might change today,
I would stop you from touching the lever.

The Safe Route

Sometimes I remember,
And sometimes I forget,
When I let myself be carried away,
It is the best time, yet,

One serendipidous thing after next,
Starts happening to me,
With no foreseeable end, if I want,
Still, fear keeps me away from ecstacy,

For it might be the case that faith in life's,
Rewarded with success,
A theory that must be proved constantly,
Until you're left with less,

Or maybe more,
But is it worth the risk?
Safely balance on a low-strung tightrope,
Happy never to experience bliss.

What Are We Striving For?

Now I'm reading Bostrom,
Superintelligence,
I am past the history of A.I.,
Or it's non-existence,

So far it appears there is a threshold,
That must be overcome,
The capacity to learn and discern,
To reach superhuman computation,

Which we may not have the computers for,
If we even knew how,
The brain's configured to make what we've made,
To get where we're at now,

If that's the goal,
What have we done so far,
With th'intelligence we're trying to Ape,
Feels like we may be aiming for sub-par.

While I Wait

I'm barely connected,
Almost forgot this line,
These days if I can't write my train of thought,
I'm sounding like I whine,

When, let's be honest, that's all that I do,
Then say something like this,
"Oh boy, I didn't know I'd have this chance,
To show you that I am conscientious,

Of, let's be honest, that's all that I do,
P'haps I should have said this,
"I'm being silly, but it's hard to tell,
Without context, unless,

You've read other,
Opinions just like this,"
But I didn't and I have lost the train,
Which, let's face it, should have been hard to miss."