Synthetics and Overtones

I had to write two sonnets for Creative Writing. One is about robots. The other has spiritual overtones, though I never try to be obvious about it. But I think it is kind of obvious. I don't claim to be a poet (to be honest, it's not my strong point. I can appreciate poetry and love it, but I'll stick to writing narratives.) These are potentially very rough drafts.

Synthesize numbers and strings in a line

Process with logic; no room for error

Inhumanity’s heavy; I its bearer

My heart does not beat in rhythm or time

 Point A and Point B, reason without rhyme

Impartial justice, what could be fairer?

Spectrums of gray breed nothing but terror

All is equation and every fact mine

Activate: wink into counterfeit life

Framed up in silicone and in plaster

I see flesh and call it a disaster

There’s no emotion, no cut of a knife

I could be happy, this data is key

When you are in the ground, I will be free.

 ________________________

Borrowed and Blue

Cast me away and drape me with wire

No hesitation: hide my heart in death

Broken in two and licked by the fire

Smother everything and misplace my breath

Life is not bought lacking a sacrifice

And death affords us no second chances

So kill the deadness and trap every vice

And crush this branch without second glances

But raise me with courtesy to forgive

Buy me; dress me in things borrowed and blue

Light the stars in my eyes starting to live

I am yours: your heart, your ransom, your dues

This’ no victory march; that title’s taken

I would not trade it, be not mistaken