Thursday, October 23, 2025

Blackpower 's Sonnets.part one

Sonnet 1: Existential Apprehension
The universal concatenation
Of all things finite brings a gloom,
A philosophical summation,
The ultimate, inevitable doom.
Perpetual introspection yields a maze
Of convoluted, unarticulated dread,
Confusing all the unexamined days
And filling every waking thought with lead.
This psychic, gradual fragmentation
Is nothing more than self-induced decay;
A futile, constant rumination,
A slow obliteration of the day.
It is an intellectual affliction,
A self-destructive malediction.
Sonnet 2: The Urban Condition
The cacophonous, immense metropolis
Expands its concrete, carboniferous might,
Indifferent to the human emphasis
On solace sought within the waning light.
This dense, infrastructural accumulation
Creates a suffocating desperation,
A constant, hurried, frantic animation,
A superficial, frantic celebration.
The individuals, atomized and lost,
Are but component parts within the whole,
Consumed by all the consequential cost
Of selling one's unappreciated soul.
It is a sociological transaction,
A desolate and complex fabrication.
Sonnet 3: Technological Transformation
The digital apparatus begins,
A technological proliferation,
As humankind, unthinkingly, gives in
To mechanized, automated domination.
Our consciousness, a digital projection,
Is rendered down, a pixelated art,
A programmatic, total subjugation,
A simulated and synthetic heart.
This is a post-human permutation,
The final, fatal, logical equation,
A systematic and complete mutation,
The total global mechanization.
A post-corporeal imagination,
A final, fatal, flawed creation.
Sonnet 4: Ecological Lament
The planet’s slow, deliberate mutation,
The gradual, climactic alteration,
The environmental devastation,
The total, slow, complete annihilation.
The oceanic acidification,
The mass extinction's final, slow procession,
A total, planetary desolation,
A monument to all our past progression.
Our thoughtless, heedless exploitation,
A monumental, arrogant transgression,
Leaves nothing but a final lamentation,
A geological, sorrowful confession.
The biosphere in total termination,
A terminal, terrestrial cremation.
Sonnet 5














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