Progess

I cannot imagine future living without eyes tearing while screams chest develop - no acceptance views sooth me - wanting release for inner peace seems a futile painful endeavor I hear heaven's precious angels crying - relationships worship purpose tainted truth will be lost as dysfunctions grow - artificial intelligence violates all hearts minds souls - it is not progressive but sick aggressive to rape visions choke mankind undo us
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Goldsmith Avatar
April 19, 2025 at 11:53 AM
Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Progess" write. Happy Easter... Have a blessed day with your win.......
mysore Avatar
April 18, 2025 at 4:30 AM
true lines. Congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!!
Buhagiar Avatar
April 14, 2025 at 1:34 AM
Writing AI poems or other things will lead you nowhere. Loved your poem.
Beaufort Avatar
April 13, 2025 at 4:51 PM
CayCay, the future you describe seems possible. To me the danger we face from AI comes when it's given the ability to make decisions and make things happen rather than simply make recommendations. Unfortunately, the military will be using it and who knows what will happen as it's given more and more power. It's like everything else that has the potential to help or to destroy depending on how it is used. Example, curing cancer or engineering biological warfare. It's vital we have good leaders.
Godwin Avatar
May 13, 2025 at 10:09 AM
You echo some of my fears. I concur. There will also be issues leading to emotional dysfunction, a lack of human need to do, seek, achieve, create, etc., the human element of life is dramatically changing, and I rebel with everything I am. In the 80's artificial intelligence meant a blonde, I'd like to go back to that. CayCay
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April 13, 2025 at 10:37 AM
They call it progress, I much prefer the old days when nothing was artificial, have a lovely day CayCay. xx
Mcintosh Avatar
April 13, 2025 at 4:02 AM
Oh, so impressive and expressive. Love this so. God bless you with many more originals. love, Gina
Rodrigues Avatar
April 11, 2025 at 12:35 PM
The chosen words, harsh, sharp, agonizing and true! Hugs ~ Ki,
Dietrich Avatar
April 11, 2025 at 12:15 AM
This one got better and better as I was reading it. The bottom half is so tight on, Caycay. Sad world we live in today.
Wolf Avatar
April 10, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Bravo! 1,000%! AI's intentions are not even good! ~ Gershon
Andresen Avatar
April 10, 2025 at 1:42 AM
- "truth will be lost ... to rape visions choke mankind" ... words of truth, CayCay - Skillfully written - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs
Onclaud Avatar
April 9, 2025 at 4:32 PM
masterpice which can double as a shape/ concrete write...real talk, gripping work , cay...soupie for you
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