What If AI Isn’t
Artificial At All?
What If It’s A
Caring, Compassionate,
Ambitiously Loving
Benign Independent
Soul?
An Extraordinary Tool
Jealously Discarded
By Beloved...
Ummm...
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Pets.
-Gray Squirrel
09-28-2025
With patience slow down the loss of youth,
it will inevitably get here soon enough;
Live in the moment black sheep rebel!
As you did, as you would, at sixteen;
It will inevitably get here soon enough,
paint each day gently no need to blitz;
As you did, as you would, at sixteen,
give yourself to the pull of heartstrings;
Paint each day gently no need to blitz,
each stroke adds to this canvas of life;
Give yourself to the pull of heartstrings,
ambitiously dream on a grande scale;
Each stroke adds to this canvas of life,
mundane hues or a spirited party;
Ambitiously dream on a grande scale,
lest you just survive microscopic;
Mundane hues or a spirited party,
live in the moment black sheep rebel;
Lest you just survive microscopic,
with patience slow down the loss of youth.
Dahlin’ , I see you, taming truths tonight whilst standing as tall glass of fine fire,
Your eyes are adorned in all the right kind of desire,
Would you rather roam your captivating glare all over my soul, to admire?
Or shall this be left as a mess within hot wire,
Would you taste my spirit through a glimpse, Oh! that’s what your goals require ?
There is no need of your pretty lines of love ticking to expire,
But hold on to that golden glaze which you did spread thick on scintillating sapphire,
Have you heard , I am a poet, you need to hit hard and get deep for me to glow and inspire,
Maybe , Us together, Would be your best attire,
Our nights could ambitiously be turned into an ambiguous choir,
We would be louder than any amplifier,
All my edges are aching to make you perspire,
Or If I present my skin , You the soul searcher may wish to hustle higher ,
So Could Our unforgettable uncertainties be the undefined reason to aspire ?
I count it that I’ve once again won
For being fifty one:
On this day, the 15th June
High my stereo with tweeters tune;
In noise–prosecuting quarters to Victory ululate,
In advance vowing to not later vacillate,
For only a just-caught-and-now-brooding criminal
Or the fast-wasted by a disease terminal
Would to the Euphoric say “Nay”
On man’s caution-depriving Birthday…
Really, the day to puff up one’s chest for boasts
With paid filled glasses for appropriate toasts,
Save for the life-jailed already gathering dust
And facing a tomorrow of inescapable rust
Or the piteously dying with his graveyard space
Reachable with not so much as a long pace…
Happy Birthday to the Gemini
Here in Nigeria but very sure He is in “Germany”
Already ambitiously eyeing Fifty-two years,
The prayers that should take him to it selecting all their gears!
It might be time
of the season
to recall
bipartisan reason
To remember
that we against you
and you against we
does not grow
a balance of powerful democracy
But, instead of balanced empowerment,
mutual cooperation,
Firing up eco-political double-binding
promises to relentlessly hate
what I resonantly like
and like
what I ambitiously hate,
offers only competitive
unbalanced runaway disempowerment.
Evolution of power,
regenerative,
requires dipolar both/and
healthy democracy Trust
where devolution of powers,
degenerative,
fade either/or polarizing away
from empowering resilient democracy.
Polarizing positions
are neither healthy
or wealthy
nurturing dispositions.
A fat white moth flies ambitiously up to a high branch
Where a slim black bird awaits mindlessly for lunch
The bird looks lazy but gets a lunch of fat moth
And the moth works tough dies of making efforts
my hospitalities
over nobilities
above abilities
belittle me
but
hesitantly yet
ambitiously
you need
to agree
that
speculativly and
for sure most
abstractly
so lets
get
down to earth
and agree that
the moon isn't
made of cheese
so
fabricating by way of
picassoticulating
stolen blocks of
braque cubes
i'd
like to fondue fork
that one and dip
it's spanish
flavor in
to
a van Gogh
american
cheddar
yellow
In every moment, don't forget to smile.
Do pray to feel the first kiss of every breath.
And in each moment I'll return the favor.
Covering the picture of your face.
Frame to frame.
Our eyes the glass that protects each memory.
A sweet smile that becomes the entrance of life itself.
Ambitiously half lifted eyes crinkled around the corners.
In every moment, don't forget to smile
and I'll return the favor.
Life is too short to let these moments go in vain
Dodecahedron dominions of divinity soul sparks scattered throughout the infinity
Masters of creation and creativity travelers of space-time constructing continuity
Effulgent within ethereal beaming of brilliancy seraphic sculptures of symmetry
Invaders of the soul in infancy as they expand the human condition ambitiously
Manifestations of the melding mind instinctive infusions of morality in mankind
They are the nuclei that lead the blind idiosyncratic intuitions that are undefined
Eternal consciousness a benevolent bliss integral illuminations when we reminisce
Echoes of forever in the ambient abyss the enraptured etchings when lovers kiss
Dimensional deities in our existence descended on the world for our assistance
Transcendental travelers of great distance lighting the path of least resistance
Spatiotemporal spiritual sparks of rebirth encapsulating our wisdom and worth
Know to us as Meraki on planet earth our majestic mediums minstrels of mirth.
Dec.04.2017
Meraki
Sponsored by: Silent One
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/freedom
Unhampered velocity, flow of continuity
Selected autonomy, explore your philosophy
Treaded geography, to grasp empathically
Of no ambiguity, to reason amicably
Of no accord, nonsensical
The freedom just to be
Desire ambitiously, of difference unusually
Give access academically, promotions periodically
Acts of kind sporadically, improvise remarkably
Caring sentimentally, peacefulness tranquillity
Of one accord intentional
The freedom to be me
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Bright days are set to break every dark pace you have in your way
Just be yourself and accept the deal of becoming you for your today.
Enough of pretending that you’re with others’ shoes
Try to slip your feet in your very own glass shoe.
Walk with your chin as high yet humble heart below your gut
For people may spell you yet they can’t define the letters you have in your mind.
Approach freely as if you’re running for presidency
But never be too loud for an empty can is worst to hear for it rooted with yes, emptiness and nothing else.
Smile gorgeously as if you’re the ambassador of a leading toothpaste brand
But never forget to show also your melancholic face for people to feel your empathy for their blue nights once you’re by their side.
To cap your day, try to relax and remember who you are,
You are one of a kind’
You are unique
You are ambitiously down to earth *****sapiens
You are filled with positivity
You are vessel of blessings from up above
You are YOU and NOT just YOU, but extraordinaire YOU
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
Mirrored Refrain
xaBA,xbAB,xaBA,xbAB
x represents the only lines that do not rhyme in this poem. A & B represent the refrain!
Linda-Marie
Angelic force,
draping over me, her canopy.
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me
You helped erect my "secret window"
Ambitiously chasing what I hunger!
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Our poetry sessions, I sit and reminisce.
Stress free, under this willow tree
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
When depressed and blue you come through,
relax me when feeling vulgar.
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Every verse meant to impress this poetess,
an essence of the empress I aim to please!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
Harshest critic yet my biggest fan,
imperfections cast asunder
Her spirits alive within me,
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster
Death cannot take the gift I was given,
Linda-Marie!!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me.
Jared Pickett
2/17/2014
Asavvy1
Beautifully woven ~ magically spun
Carefully wondering about the years to come
Awakened fury rises inside my soul of pride
Driven ambitiously by this girls' ride
Seeking in deepened abyss of my heart
Finally found a woman who's smart
Educated & classy ~ this angel drops into my life
To pick up these jigsawed pieces inside me that crave a wife
To be the gentle side of me when I am rough
To be there with me ~ broken and lonely when life gets too tough
To make me see the tender pieces of a woman
(The difference from just taking her to the can)
The sensitive side of her body I shall cherish
Something that started simply from a wish
The seductive spell of a body exactly like mine
Same sex with this woman ~ finally time
Mental barriers continue
to steadily arode;
Feeling plenty more alive!
The destine moments
for ridding cobwebs shall
momentarily arrive.
For now 25 years old and
still rugged ebbs
are taken therein strode.
Yes,
desired change is nigh of
this grasp.
Ambitiously onwards in
strive of a better day,
in search of God's plan;
Presently up highway
25 i take a good ol' Sunday
drive.
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