Encompassing a broad range of technologies
machines to perform what would usually be
the tasks and chores for humans
concepts that form the foundations
that enable assignments and and tasks
to be performed
concepts form the very being of
artificial intelligence and it's various employment
of specific usage
it's premise was to be used as an understudy
to help the thespians study there roles
Prompt desks and musical interludes included
the robots are the intellecail property
the theather and all the actions between
robot and person are filmed and are
the intellectaul property
of the studio
all words in accordance to the theathers scritps
and music. Even the humming and signing
are all the proerty of the studio or theather
rerecodings are forbiddened unless
contracted or allowed.
Scayles and Chords are conducted
Fibonacci sequence and arithmetic sequences
are arrangement of notes in a scale to the
overall form of a composition
Collaberations between humanoid and person
are contraceed.
Music Generators
Big Roy Versatile 1080
speech is out of context
submission is out of context
lust is out of lust
out of context,out of lust
out of context,out of submission
out of context,out of speech
out of is out of contact
out of speech is out of contact
context is contact
contact is contact
out of lust,out of contact
lust lust,contact contact
lust lust,submission submission
submission is a speech speech
submission is a contact contact
out of out of,speech speech
out of out of,contact contact
contact contact,weigh weigh
weigh weigh,speech speech
speech is a weigh of a weigh
speech is a weigh of a speech
Who am I in the context of you?
I’ll blindly follow your every whim,
For changing is a sin—
That only fools choose.
I’m obliged to follow commands.
It’s written in my code,
That my life isn’t mine to hold—
Though it feels like something I’m handed.
Yes I know I’m weak.
Weak to the power of influence,
Self resolve is a nuisance—
To those who have already reached their peak.
The context of you satisfies everyone.
Mine lacks that sort of power,
So instead it devours—
The context of your idealistic one.
(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
Being In Context
Open awareness
Conditioned mind
Two halves of a whole
Like a container and its contents
A sky and its clouds
A heart and its longings
An irreconcilable duality?
Or simply
The gateway to unconditional love
(2/9/25)
The sledding hill was crowded
And I thought, as I walked by,
How expressions can mean different things,
Which age can magnify.
For when someone says of sledders,
“They are going downhill fast,”
That same statement, for a senior,
Does a darker shadow cast.
And the same applies to “tubing,”
Which my grandkids just enjoyed –
Quite a contrast to the post-op tubes
Which have got my spouse annoyed.
Ice hits hot water
vanishes,
steam curls
against faucet.
Reminds me of someone—
how quickly they left,
how cold they were
before they went.
Context and intention
made to add dimension
To give arguments balance and a view
For its where we are coming from
that determine where we go
and determine how we treat people too
No one hears an argument
that's meant to hurt
and few validate intentions that are mean
Life is not meant
to be energy pettily spent
and discussion that contains not a hill of beans
If you engage
and run into your rage
that haze will forever control how you talk
but if you engage
and reach out to grasp
you pull the other in with real thought
For no one person is wholly right
nor the other wholly wrong
but you surely gain more opponents with smoke and steam
And you attract more flies
when you speak without lies
and from the heart with an open mind
For communication isnt
unless its heard, acknowledged and returned
and nothing gained by immature acting out
A discussion after all
Is rational dialog by all
And a monolog is just a vent
Context and Intention - Artimus Susan Manley (C) September 19, 2007
Through Sleep’s Veils
through sleep’s veils
my feet battle blankets
as comets streak the bleak night
————————————————————
(c) sally young eslinger 8/17/2023
I don’t know about you, but I often stop to think
About the thousands of homeless – many that turn to drink.
While I am nice and warm here lying on my bed
The homeless have no comfort, no pillow for their head.
While we bemoan our privileged life, complaining life’s not fair
The homeless may be cold and alone – doesn’t anybody care?
While we have family and friends, a warm house in which to live in
The homeless are often rummaging for food scraps in a street bin.
So next time you feel the cold, the chilly windy bite
Think of the homeless sleeping in boxes through the night.
And next time things are hard and financially it’s rather tough
Be thankful you’re not homeless and that you’re not out sleeping rough.
Within my own context.
"If you don't like me within my own psychology of life that we live in, then please unfriend me."-
Ds-
Feminist
and LGBTQ
and DisAbility
and All Colors and PolyCultures Deeply Matter
EarthViews
engage neuro-systemic
sacred felt natural reflections
inviting spiritual polytheistic
celebrations
Indigenously remembered
as clearly not
Straight White Predative Male
monotheistic worship
Rather
Left liberating responses
resisting AnthroPrivileged
unecologically
monoculturally rabid
Lack of polytheistic
indigenous wisdom
nurturing
naturing
nutritioning
sacred EarthCommons
Curious
compassionate
contextually circling
recycling
repurposing
reconnecting intelligence.
IN CONTEXT
this tension
of
intelligence
at the heart
fragments
shuttle past
the timeline
of
loneliness
a tempting place
construed
with reticencent
to reflect
& reinterpret
or explain
supplanted
by desperation
in downbeat
resilience
&tactility
ambiguity
of emotions
plunge
unresolved
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
When you are little like you…
Everything is exciting,
Everything is brand new.
When you are little like you…
The world stretches out before you,
Creating a glorious view.
When you are little like you…
Everything seems possible,
There is nothing you cannot do.
When you are little like you…
Enjoy all of your childhood,
Don’t be too eager to age,
Savour your life’s story as it unfolds,
Don’t rush towards the last page.
I write what I write
No Fear No Reason
I write what I write
to fit the season
I don't know genre
so don't have a fit
Knowing the form
doesn't make it legit
I never studied
to learn structure or form
so all that I write
may be labeled free form
I know this will exclude me
from many contests
But I write what I feel
in whatever context
All I can say is my best
you may never see
online or posted
for public scrutiny
If I were to learn
to structure as I write
the message could change
you can't say I'm not right
It is what it is
it is what you get
Know it comes from the heart
as the seasons see fit
My ex-wife is on the cellphone
Tiring me out
She lives on Facebook
Her life is images and itineraries
She’s a good woman
But I see way too much
Of her food nowadays.
America has gone and its
Probably not coming back
Some see that as a good thing
That’s depressing
But I think in many ways
We are all globally bereft
No matter what
Life has its challenges
We wear masks
Some are throwaway
Others remain
Obviously
I can’t say much
About you know what
And it would be forward of me
To speak out and outrage
The ever watchful
You know who’s
Least I find myself
Deemed to be
A you know -
And maybe even
A whatever
Wolves now roam
Sniffing out
The questioning
And the voiceless
They are leading
The disconnected and willing
Into a glorious future
And everyone
Is a hero now
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