Welcome to The Baby Wants Its Bottle Philosophy & Poetry Inc. Podcast, a creative project by Martin Anton Smith, a NZ based creative. In this episode I read 3 New Poem called “Future’s Friend” “A Holiday in Goolagaticus” “The Wind Of Nations”. These are of my favourite genre Dystopian Sci-Fi.
The First Poem “Future’s Friend” is about an intelligent being that has been sent to our near present to basically save us from ourselves. A 23rd Century future generation of earth has the ability to see past history and amend the parts of it that enter “the redzone”. It this case the future Earth civilisation have developed to the point where Ghost like Operatives can be sent on military/intelligence missions and rectify the worst problems that arise. These operatives are so advanced and have god-like powers due to the advances made from now to the 23rd Century where they exist. These missions are surgical aim to ensure that the past problems are solved and also that paradoxes are also not created that may entail the destruction of the mission and the future. They have come because at current the Earth is being run by evil fools and the earths citizens have become so weak that they have allowed this, thus they must be saved by the “friends” from the future.
The Next Poem is “A Holiday In Goolagaticus” – it is simply a fly on the wall account of some of the realities of living in a near future concentration camp for those of us deemed “Uncompliant”. In the camp people are reprogrammed so as to become “Complient”. This poem is a warning to how we seem to fool ourselves, or be fooled by Politicians who tell us via propaganda and propaganda language that concentration camps are just “detainment camps” and there are great sensible reasons to take away basic human rights of the prisoners.
The final Poem is called “The Wind Of Nations” and it is more of an “ancient scripture” inspired piece which outlines a Beast that comes to wreak havoc on the nations. It is in parable form, and thus is designed to be appropriate to many ages and is a moral warning to citizens to not be foolish and to be wise about society and those that wish to destroy it – and those people are more numerous than we tend to admit to ourselves. All these poems were written recently and are related to each other – perhaps as chapters in a larger unfinished work. Taken together I hope the themes re-enforce each other synergeticly.
Let me begin the first poem, the second and then the last respectively.
Future’s Friend
The Century Begun
And Stated Off Bad.
The False Flag Wars,
The Mad Scientists,
The Men In Suits,
Did Stop the Earth.
The Computers Rose,
And Took the World.
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It Came From Tomorrow,
It Came From Nothingness.
It Wore No Cape,
It Climbed No Walls,
Leaped No Shadows,
Didn’t twist or Shout.
It’s here To Fight.
To Kick Them Out.
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The Future Said
“Go Back In time”,
“Save Those Souls”,
“Disrupt Their Time”,
“Kill The Man-Beasts”,
“Kill The Machines”,
“Kill The Cloud”,
“That Killed The Crowd”.
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There Was Too Much Trust,
And To Much Cash.
A Time Of Dopes.
A Time Of Thieves.
The Future Must Strike!
To Save The Lives!
Thanks To The Future!
The Future, Your friend.
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In A Flash
The Future Came.
Took The Good,
Sunk The Bad.
Land Made Anew,
The Good Returned.
An Easy Task
For Future’s Friend.
(End Of Poem)
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A Holiday In Goolagaticus
Welcome to Goolagaticus
You are the “uncompliant”.
Let’s now raise our glasses high,
and paint you ultra-violent.
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Let me take you by the hand,
and show you our campfires.
Now take this black pill & lie down
and then you’ll sleep okay.
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Now I’m just an automaton,
an automated soldier.
Don’t do this, don’t do that,
these are my orders.
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Let me take you by the eyes,
I’ll show you new desires.
Now take this screen and sit down,
and then you’ll feel okay.
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We’re all brainwashed by his word,
this false god of our dreams.
‘Let there be light’ – he did say,
But then he made us blind men.
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Let me take you by the brain,
I’ll make you new memories.
Now take this key & swallow whole,
and then you’ll run okay.
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Don’t step left, don’t step right.
This – your so-called life.
Don’t look blank, don’t look bright.
This your day, this your night.
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My enemy, the false memory,
Then the memories became my enemies.
Knock Knock, let me in.
I’m not in, I’ve flown away.
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The Wind Of Nations
There was a four-winged Beast that was too heavy to fly well.
An Intelligent being came from above & removed two of the wings.
The loss of two wings, made the beast lighter and nimbler.
And it flittered and rode the winds as does a dragonfly.
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The Beast had many colors red white green yellow and blue.
And then the waters rained down upon it.
Some colors survived unchanged, some were lost and some were transformed.
The blue dot was uniform and strong, but now it is mottled paled and misshapen.
The dot now looks as if it is the earth being struck by an asteroid or a missile?
The bodies tail is a blue whoosh, the asteroid is pure white.
It strikes the centre of the earth.
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There was a yes and a no, written on a shiny surface,
they were poles apart. and rotating around each other.
And when they revolved around each other,
the ‘Yes’ merged with the ‘No’ and became a blur.
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And then the waters rained down upon it.
And the ‘No’ is now more emboldened, while the ‘Yes’ is faded.
And when they revolved around each other,
the ‘Yes’ became invisible and the ‘No’ and became clear.
So, the answer to the question is “No”.
But I ask of thee sincerely, what is the Question?
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And then once again, the waters rained down.
But when I opened my eyes
I could not see the Beast anymore.
For there were no longer any winds to carry it.
(End Of Poem)
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