Category Archives: Poetry

We can’t all succeed

Only few are meant to succeed

So it goes in creative fields

Only few will reach the top or earn enough to keep things up

That’s just how it goes

For every star there are uncountable comets

But somedays a comet is the main attraction

Even though it doesn’t shine as bright

Rise of the machines

The world is ever changing

Now we are on top

But machines are on the rise

They can already beat us at quite much

Games are no longer the domain of men

Here they have us beat

Sometimes they complement us at hard tasks

But how long until we’re obsolete?

If we play it right obsolescence might not be all bad

All relaxation and fun without real need for stress

Maybe some meaning is then lost

But we’ll replace it with something else

For a bit of a pessimistic but great explanation of this watch this:

A poem on existential risk

 The world is quite a special place
 One out of a countless many among the stars
 We should treasure deep this special place and not place it in harms way
 But we risk it in so many ways
 It is the way we live

 We breed livestock on a massive scale
 Risking both disease and more
 We risk disease in other ways too
 We could create them after all

 Some distrust is really quite apt
 But we fear each other so so much 
 We hoard the means to all lives' end
 An accident will never happen
 At least so we say

 Our other technology can betray us too
 Not just our bombs but our civil use too
 AI as far fetched as it might seem is one thing of which we should beware

 There's hope for all this though
 People are working on a cure
 They research safeguards and much more 

Edit: At the time of writing I didn’t know about this, but there’s a fund dedicated to projects which improve our long-term future. The fund focuses mainly on existential risk.

Learn some more about existential risk through the following links:

A summary of existential risks:

A list of projects governments could fund to decrease existential risk:

A YouTube video from the author of a book on existential risk:

A podcast on existential risk:

Poem For A Better World

The world can be a happy place filled with joy and glee

Every human action eliciting reaction

Kindness pouring through us all

We can have a place with differences understood

Doors open to all

The world becoming ever better

Till we reached it all

There are many people working for a better world but I think effective altruists might be the group doing so most effectively. I first got hooked when I read the following article:

The Most Efficient Way to Save a Life – The Atlantic

Too many times into the abyss

I stared into the abyss one too many times
Tried to believe in things which aren’t and things which can’t
Their spectre now haunts my mind
Having lost touch with solid ground

I fell into epistemological despair
What is real and what is up for grabs
I did regain my faith in truth
Though somewhat diminished under new light

Next the years went flying by
A few times madness popped in to say hi
The world conspired against me, so it seemed
Tracking my moves through the clouds small waves
Waiting for a chance to bring me down
Just with the things I’ve done online

Now I’ve recovered at least a bit
My recent outburst was brief and swift
Sure it was still an ordeal
But I’ve dealt with it in what seems the right way

The future doesn’t look so bright as it once did
But in the end I still live

We ignored the hypocrite

Photo by Markus Spiske from Pexels The stock photo site didn’t say who the woman is and this poem is of course not about her

We ignored the hypocrite for she went skiing while knowing the harm

We ignored the hypocrite for she travels while railing against coal

We ignored the hypocrite for she ate a burger one time despite what she believes

We ignored the hypocrite and now the world is gone

This poem might not have been that good. I wanted to make one about how it is hard to fully live by your ideals. Basically everyone with a lot of ideas about how society could be function better is going to be a hypocrite at some point but that it is important to still try, and not give up on good believes because you can’t fully live them. I don’t think that really came across or at all in this poem. Maybe just a harsh version of the gist.