AI in the Life of Pi

Of consequences unintended

Every variable pursued

if answers are the only quest

Solutions perfectly imbued

Is immutable computable

Should we take things as they are

Let predictable be foreseeable

No longer wishing on a star

Is intelligence mechanical

Every process gears and cogs

Scheming things all wearing thin

Pretending ratios and logs

In the end what do we really seek

A concentrate of information

Every calculation saving time

But never trouncing inspiration

Allude to Illude

On ideas inconclusive

Debatably presented

To stand aloof

From burden of proof

Leave answers discontented

All heartfelt deepest wishes

May or may not get fruition

Are evincing

Not convincing

Leaving truth to intuition

Of arguments divergent

Where the line cannot be drawn

No place to meet

When incomplete

Will leave reality withdrawn

Ungrateful

I’m not giving thanks at all

Not me no way no thanks

Weather is whatever gives

Without interest much like banks

In gatherings of thankful folk

Who offer thanks in let's pretend

Where to me that kind of thankfulness

Drives me round a thankless bend

Being pleased with my coincidence

For such abundance I'm content

'No thanks' can give continuance

 My life I'm certain never meant

Which Way Now

From segments born of early words

Among the scribbles on the wall

Before the obvious turned oblivious

To how the ending might befall

Somebody ought to write it down

So many lessons might be learned

But then again there's much to read
So many manuscripts returned

White pages giving blank looks
To pleading gazes unreturned
Soft shimmering’s of glimmerings

Leave the seed of ideas burned

Laughing echoes leap off yesterdays
Where hailing fellows used to meet
Then disappeared in hazy shadows
Where once a home was in that street

Mushroom Managed

For those who sometimes find themselves

In the mire of misconceptions

Where directions somehow meaningless

Restrict one's flow like contraception

Working wounded feeling mummified

With no idea what's going on 
Processing parts of untold stories
Where the light was never shone

No one knows the destination
Or how to rise above the mark
Where rewards are claimed by management
Who keeps the workhorse in the dark

Should you find yourself in mushroom trays
With no opinion on the line
Among the spores of furthermore's  
Don't ask questions you'll be fine

The build-up to the referendum on the European Union was a classic example 

of how so little information was made available for the electorate to make sound decisions.

Arks and Rafts

By Henri Julien - File:Beaugrand - La chasse-galerie, 1900.djvu, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=37002830

The winter came and went that year

It was a falling rain affair

Precipitation inundation deep

Floating fixtures everywhere

Profits soared spilled overboard

With concentrates from margin cuts

Watching lifelines drain away

Promoting shares in water butts

The Sandman with a grain of truth

Many bags beneath his eyes

Building barricades to stem the tide

As sleepless forms shed their disguise

Greedy needs and wasteful deeds

Scrubbed hard the farms and glades

What once was kept no longer slept

Forlorn tirades of ambuscades

Earnings rode on golden avenues

A fast returning avalanche

As sailing ships rode perfect storms

No sign of land nor olive branch

Ambuscade: Oxford Dictionaries 

Origin

Late 16th century: from French embuscade, from Italian imboscata, Spanish emboscada, or Portuguese embuscada, based on a late Latin word meaning 'to place in a wood'; related to bush¹.

Who Me?

Ask yourself who are you

And where on earth you think you are

Can you prove a dream inside or out

Dance Mardi Gras in Shangri Las

Are you a stayer or a runaway

Is your telescope longsighted 

Is your handle on the scheme of things

A thoughtful grip or fancy flighted 

Do you need to make excuses

For things you found along the way

Walking backwards up a mountain

A view of downhill all the way

To be continued......