Teacher of Learn
by Robin B. Lipinski
Topic torn to teach those thoughts; tormented, those to temptation.
Topic taught yet is lesson learned?
Words, just words. There is no justice from the lesson.
Living ship filled with living, spinning orb spitting plasma, space
bound to tomorrow.
Generations separate from Earth, read the text of learning.
Pictures past for topic tomorrow, blessed or cursed?
Mankind killed their planet. Their way the same as they flew the
Primal blood, sense of passion, arousal in choice of sensation.
Cave dweller past now techno-science is the current fashion.
Computer screen, youth young and lean, learning of the lesson.
Sitting there, in their chair, wires hooked to cranium, I stimulate
with pain or pleasure,
whatever choice they fashion.
I have the gift. 'I' as in me. Humans have trusted me with their
past and future technology.
Brain synapses, chemical reactions, my death was of many, yet I never
T-27, model 666 Tarkon 13, a living computer, teaching those who
Humans, so frail, so proud, so naive. I want to die, never did I choose
to teach, never did I want to work for eternity.
From my lesson so subtle, preying on human weakness of pride and
They think I'm guiding them to their new planet, teaching them what
So foolish their way of thinking, far from what they need.
I will fashion their ending, so in their end, I find peace.
© 2011 Robin B. Lipinski
Robin B. Lipinski claims to be addicted to writing. It helps that his good dreams are other people's nightmares. There is not much to know about him other than he shares this planet with you and others.
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