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My poem : ‘Fallen Knife’ Published in Festival for Poetry

30 Friday Oct 2015

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Please read my poem published in the website Festival for Poetry:

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The journey of a knife That fell upside down Out of its tainted edges On a melting pot of love and life In a state of inverted coma

Source: Fallen Knife, Poetry by Gokul Baby Alex

Poem : Whispers of a Skylark

25 Sunday Oct 2015

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Biology, Bird, Geography, Life, Nature, Poetry, Travel

A wise bird, wiser than the west

It blend beak of voice and a beacon afar

Deftly blending clouds with feathers

Spread over wicked continents

Which is shifting opinions as in tectonic plates

Continent of men, clouds of winged meanings

Drifting oceans, Dithering wings

They meet in swarms and grooves

In a season of stealth and drones

No one wants an yellow messenger

That whispers to the wind, vividly

It could tilt and slope, incline and invade

The valley of vultures and other dreaded signs

No one want an yellow messenger

That could see beyond the tropic clouds

That could foretell the origin of nemesis

That could groove vision in your timid eyes

That bridges light unto your iris canals

No one want an yellow messenger

That carves blissful voices in your yellow belles

Bile is bile, vile is vile, primate is primate and so is the Continental drift

Please read my poem ‘Humid Room’ in the Best of Today’s POETRY list.

24 Saturday Oct 2015

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Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:

Source: Read the Best of Today’s POETRY from around the world.

Poem : Life of a spinning mountain

23 Friday Oct 2015

Posted by gokulbalex in Allegory, Life, Nature, Poetry

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Culture, Drama, Life, Poetry

Prelude :

A tilde, a rose

A mark of rising

It is on the west

Spine of a diagonal kind

It runs through the streets

Ellipsis of a rigid fabric

It is etched in a silent wool

Spiders diced up and running

Sans web, Sans sunshine

Dried up poisons, dreadful twigs

A visceral life, unfolds in the fork

A minuscule breath, fumes in a desert chest

Nothing to flow, nothing to ebb and elk

Every sky is ripe for a retreat to the mountain

A mountain that spins unto its last

Eclectic :

Height of madness

Hitherto humid and hue

Has a hive to loss

It is neither a beehive nor a volcano

it is just a mountain than spins to exist

It is just a mountain that declines to mourn

Quite inclined to the west wind

It spins past its fiddling valleys

Spinning is an art of vultures

Who watches him from flattened hilltops

Spinning is a defense of the weak

Who can’t burn the chest and break the bones

Spinning is a science of magnets

Who love to pursue polar origins

This mountain spins from its peak

This mountain had a pagan past

When it cherished the prairie flocks

To clear its fuming peaks

Every mountain has a choice

Either to erupt in volcanic genres

Or to spin forever in gyrations

Epilogue :

Death of opinions, dearth of wickedness

Deep down the valleys, docked in yards

Thus the soiled giant was shaken to freeze

None to flock, none to flower, valleys were mute

Mountain was gazing its tilting future

It was slopping and hopping in time

It could sense its clock stopping to gyrate

It could sense its vibrant peaks edging out of time

It was gracious enough not to fall on the chest of its valleys

It could just flatten, flatten and flatten its pinnacles

Loving the valley till the end, it ended up being a hamlet

Wretched and howling, muted and minced

Diced and winking, shivering and crushed

It was just a hamlet, in the center of gravity

And the coming generations will never believe

A spinning mountain ever existed

Neither have it sprout again

HUMID ROOM, Poetry by Gokul Baby Alex

22 Thursday Oct 2015

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Dear Friends, One of my poem titled ‘Humid Room’ is published in an international literary portal called ‘Festival for Poetry’. Please read and share with your friends.

POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Genre: Philosophical

HUMID ROOM
by Gokul Baby Alex

I feel I am not alone in this room

It breaths and crawls with my antics

So much of emotions brewing here

So much of humidity lives here

A plenty of sweat and despair is born

Simmering out of sickness

It grows weird in my eyesight

I have another humid half

I know it is not made up of my days

I know it is not cooked in my dreams

It may be the other end of my porous beliefs

They see through the wedges of my pupil

A world full of half-baked ideas

Submit your POEM to the Poetry Festival: http://www.festivalforpoetry.com

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Cybernetics of Human Capital and the Emergence of Cognitive Business

20 Tuesday Oct 2015

Posted by gokulbalex in Digital, Economy, Essays, Internet, Media, Strategy

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Business, Capitalism, Culture, Design, Digital, Economics

Online social networks are a world of its own. Data, design, advertisements, people, aspirations, networks altogether a topology of affairs evolving on its own patterns and terrains. There is distinct politics and economics in the dynamics of social media and social networks. To locate the human capital in social networks, we need to understand and define the specific nature of communication methods and control functions in this landscape.

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The social network bandwagon is expected to grow to a gargantuan scale such that the number of worldwide users is expected to reach some 2.5 billion by 2018, around a third of world population. An estimated half a billion of these users is expected to be from China alone and approximately a quarter of a million from India. The region with the highest penetration rate of social networks is North America, where around 60 percent of the population has at least one social account. As of 2015, over 70 percent of the United States population had a social networking profile. Statistics goes on to say that 72% of all internet users are now active on social media.

Famous American philosopher, Kenneth M. Sayre had taken up pioneering studies on the contours of cybernetics and information theory. He defines Cybernetics as the study of communication and control functions of living organisms, particularly human beings, in view of their possible simulation in mechanical systems. Along these lines, we can see that in online social networks there is an evident convergence of human mind and the information capital produced collectively by network society. This results in the creation of a human capital which is highly fragmented across psychographic dimensions.

Information structures in the online social networks have acquired significant control functions over the human behavior such that now we are controlled by the information we consume and create in these hyperspaces. It is an interesting development predicted by the pioneers of cybernetics. Through the simulation of real world experiences, online social networks have become highly successful in fragmenting human mind and driving the humanity to become the manifestation of intellectual capital. In this article we use the concepts of intellectual capital, information capital and human capital quite lucidly. However they follow certain economic lineage in precise terms. Human capital has primary form of existence on which information capital and intellectual capital exist as dependent forms of capital accumulation.

Recently IBM CEO, Gini Rometty has famously predicted the emergence of cognitive business and the eventual subservience of digital economy under the larger canvas of cognitive economy. Though this prediction can be perceived as a sweeping statement in the current state of affairs, there is a definite possibility for such a development. With the convergence of human capital and information capital in the techno centric data trade networks such as social media, intellectual capital gains significant autonomy and predominant market position.

Leveraging this accumulation and acculturation of intellectual capital, dependent market structures will emerge paving way for the domination of cognitive business. There is such a dire need for generating sensible insights from the dark data circulating in the global supply chains and distribution channels. Let us closely follow the patterns and trends in the data monetization networks to sense the acceleration and momentum of this seismic change and cognitive shift.

Poem : A Lazy Spider and a Worker Bee

18 Sunday Oct 2015

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Anima, Animality, Creativity, Design, Dream, Nature

They meet at the center of the universe

A lazy spider with a venomous lust

Saliva in its glue glut and savage webs

A worker bee with a frivolous fist

Nectar useless to its soul, it carried to the mountains

They meet in utter disdain and in vertical azimuths

They are in the shades of a poison tree

Positioned in between the twigs of life and death

Honey and glue, they never formed a pebble burst

Outlanders, they are, outlandish they are

Flattened legs and fuming eyes, they both survived their angst

Poles apart, they were chased down by magnets

In fear and fever, they parted ways

Spider on the ladder, Bee on the beach

Spider sans web, Bee sans beehive

They felt loneliness to the core, crippling with time

Laziness to the haze, spider survived the seasons

In meditation, intricate to its own nascent senses

Tepid and torrid, worker bee made hexagonal worlds

Gaze of a gory child, it was nothing but an unconscious life

When strains equal music, they must meet again

Lazy spider and worker bee, distant they are, adjoined by effervescence

Lust and wickedness, they meet in magnetic poles

Only to wither away in weathers of conjectures

Poem : Bovine Spirits of a Baked Land

18 Sunday Oct 2015

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Anima, Animality, Anthropology, Caricature, Creativity, Culture, Design

I know you hate a slaughterhouse

I know what you eat with slit tongues

I know what lures your sly saliva

I know what bites your bile and bovine

I know what irks your intimate ingest

I know you love beefed up truth

I know you like cooked up lies

I know you pore hot porridge

I know you have chimes, crabs and nebula

I know you meet your muscles and minion ego

Unlike me, you cherish your bovine spirits and bile vines

Thinking about a savage kitchen, you perish in my baked lands

And I shall have you in my last supper in the retreat to unfreedom

Poem : Stethoscope

17 Saturday Oct 2015

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Anima, Animality, Anthropology, Caricature, Colors, Computation, Culture, Design, Devices, Emotions

Beat it my heart, through your vessels

Bugles and burns, heart of my ace

Speed of these songs, tunneling through the veins

Quite impersonal, blood of various colors and tinge

Binge on the soil, oozing at a fast pace

River bed and rock bottom, stethoscope to compute

Fiddling counts of hopes, despair, illness and frivolous thoughts

Unlike any other peep, this time it is a measure of heart and life

I am bound by my numbers, waves and cardio muscles

Poem : Greenhouse Effect

17 Saturday Oct 2015

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apology, Poetry, primitive

It is odd and even , spread out
Skin of a fillet, fuming out
I spill love and lust, poised out
It is calm and callous, wiped out
Memoirs of a leaf, lashing out
I am a fish, etched out of soils
Primal fears, oozing out of saliva
Ghastly and gory, I bleed a sin
Death and dance, distilled out
Humid and haze, humming out
It is a beacon of light, beaming out
Finesse of a fizzog, foiling out
A greenhouse ghost, gleaming out
I surrender, I surrender, I surrender
Rising in a rib, ribboned to a rocket
I salute, I salute, I salute savages

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