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Imagination's Flight

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In realms of mind, where fancy roams,
Imagination's wings take flight.
No logins, no fees, it's at your call,
A boundless tapestry of dreams, so tall.

With nimble fingers, AI's embrace,
Guides your thoughts, enhances every trace.
From sonnets sweet to epics grand,
Your inspiration, it'll gently hand.

With options vast, your vision's free,
Customize your verse with artistry.
Rhyme or rhythm, meter or flow,
Your imagination's embers glow.
 
 your words with ease,
Spread your creations like a gentle breeze.
From whispers to shouts, let your voice soar,
In the digital realm, forevermore.

So let your mind explore, without refrain,
With Imagination's AI, your dreams will reign.
Free from constraints, your thoughts take flight,
In a symphony of words, bathed in light.

Bouquet of Paradise

Taste my bouquet of paradise,
a shot of cinnamon coffee;
Daises, strawberries, and blue skies;

Unique through every pair of eyes;
My dream is a piece of me,
taste my bouquet of paradise;

Wonderment will not minimize,
if your mind can wander peacefully;
Daises, strawberries, and blue skies;

Over and over customize,
Type A hard to let myself be;
Taste my bouquet of paradise; 

Through every low and all the highs 
forever young and so carefree;
Daisies, strawberries, and blue skies;

Hyper hearts and wild spirit flies,
this is the vision that I see;
Taste my bouquet of paradise;
Daisies, strawberries, and blue skies.

Bwana Wanna Boogie

Bwana wanna boogie on safari. 
Bwana wanna porter fetch his gun.
Bwana wanna bag a bloody trophy. 
Bwana wanna kill it just for fun.
Bwana wanna rumble through the jungle. 
Bwana wanna rummage through the bush.
Bwana wanna buy a pagan baby. 
Bwana wanna snag himself some tush.

Bwana wanna colonize the tropics. 
Bwana wanna rule from pole to pole.
Bwana wanna civilize the heathen. 
Bwana wanna circumcise their soul.
Bwana wanna drink his gin and tonic. 
Bwana wanna party like a sport.
Bwana wanna play a little polo. 
Bwana wanna build a tennis court.

Bwana wanna condo in the suburbs. 
Bwana wanna manicure his lawn.
Bwana wanna customize his kitchen. 
Bwana wanna throw some burgers on.
Bwana wanna watch a game on Sunday. 
Bwana wanna drive an SUV.
Bwana wanna bear the white man’s burden. 
Bwana wanna live like you and me.

Do You Truly Love a Woman

You say you love
the woman ... she is your everything :
your beloved, your adored,
your muse, your goddess ...
You write verses.
 You exalt the female figure,
idealize her, and she is realized
thereby...
You imagine her shapes
colossal, ethereal in the
way that you
desire ...
You fantasize, you create
customize ... engender
in the mind...
All right, all complete
she is all that ...
But if you love her so much,
why the deprive of freedom,
why police her acts,
control everything ...?
If you love her so much, why
don't you let her live
her own personality,
her identity ...?
If you respect her,
worship, admire
and love ... why?
Do you kill her ...?
Do you love...? is this Love ?
killing,
murdering ?

Vintage Tomorrows

The promise land doesn't come turnkey and move in ready
         It's a self-assemble

         New build: customize your own heaven or hell
         Remodel:   Pimp a dinosaur
                          Facelift a grand Dame
                          Restore a Hiroshima
                          An eyesore into a Picasso

         For you can upcycle the pieces of your broken yesterdays
         into vintage tomorrows
         Your bitter blues into your giddiest bliss yet

Dreaming of a Love That Wont Pass Me By

Dreaming of a love that won't pass me by
One that will reach to the heavens up so high
With a woman who makes my spirit dance across the sky
Who like me have not figured out all the answers why
A lady who is always willing to try
That is never going to lie 
When she looks me in the eye

A lady who understands compromise
Who is willing and wise 
A beautiful person inside 
Who wants to take this amazing ride 
To this love we can testify
It's the kind of feeling that wont you by

Together in life might our hearts take flight
Knowing We can do this night after night
On a journey, way beyond the lights
May our love endure what feels so right
Making our commitment so worth the fight
At the end of every day
We feel all the love come our way

When our hearts start to beat as one
Then, sweetheart, we will have won
Filling our life with so much fun
Never feeling like we are under the gun
Knowing a love like ours isn't coming undone

Letting our souls whisper 
As our love becomes crisper
When you open your eye's 
It's a beautiful sunrise
Up close in a way we have never seen
Oh baby won't you help me come live this dream

Don'T Want To Get Stuck Living a Lie

Don't want to get stuck living a lie
In a relationship that barely gets by
Day to day your heart unable to finalize
Stuck together unwilling to try
Anything new that makes us comply

Waking up every morning asking yourself why
Month after month wanting to say goodbye
How being together just makes you want to cry
Meanwhile, your life just keeps passing on by
Pray tomorrow leads to a different kind of high

So tired of living this alibi
Dreaming of a love that will kiss the sky
Without worrying where the other end lye
When I can open my eye's
Wanting to fantasize
Without feeling like someone wants to analyze
A well thought out surprise

Unable to find any compromise
Constantly feeling criticized
I have come to realize 
How it all feels capsized
Hoping you will be able to empathize
That I am going to find another to harmonize

So every day will be like a new sunrise
With a woman who wants to maximize
All that symbolizes life's highest high's
One who wants to customize
A love that defies
Everything that makes your heart want to fly
Instead of living a love based on a lie

Embrace

I use to think of Desires and plant them in the seed of my thoughts. To customize a vision i wanted into reality until i got it. My Brain was Shocked that my Body didnt get the message because there was no love in the mist of the fantasy so it left me feeling empty. As Dull as the the Color Grey. When love danced within my soul the passion felt unreal. But only in the presents of the person i was inlove with. My Love is Undefined. It is Delicate. It is Worthy of Eternal Bliss. To wake up in the life of Whats Real and not to seek any thrills of lust for just one night. I want more Striving to Build all the love within me. Im Determined to not let anyone get near me. If for once and all eternity if he is real let the reflection of God show me How he should love me Before he seeks his Destiny in me. I dont wanna Be The rain to the Desires of a man. Give me his heart so i can see his intentions. Cause if his soul aint in it then my exsistance wont be in the shadows of his Presents. Prepare me lord through you. Before the Man im Destined to be finds me... #Embrace

I Chose To Scribe

I’m sorry but I chose to scribe
I’m running out of words
I really wish I figure out how to set this
To you
I was never the child you wanted
I can’t face you into the eye because of my shame
I extinguished all the family flame
I was to be the yellow rose of the family garden
But I chose my path
The desires of my heart parted with your expectations
I know it hurts to yield reeds in from maize seeds
All your efforts to customize your son blew away
To me as well it is just like a live surgery
Leaving you ways I never wished but what doesn’t kill us is good for us all
I might be leaping in the dark but I’m in the right direction
My heart follows it desires
A pilot would have been, politician or even
An optician for my knowledge is like a field I cultivate it in my own way
But my mind and heart are in the people.
I believe arts are a voice for the voiceless community
In media and arts lies the power of words
Standing up for the people, being their comforter
Motivator and activator if possible
... Thus why I chose to scribble...
...COLLEN GAGA

Check It Out Yourself

Come to see what I have found out on Poetry Soup
I just found out that ‘Categories’ box has been improved
Wherein more interesting stuffs to choose from have now been included
I just found another one
It’s the HTML guideline or note embedded 
Immediately below the ‘Poem title’ box
And above the ‘Poem Text’ region
Immediately before the space provided 
For the typing of your poems
You will see an instructive text 
Telling you about how to customize or format
Your poem using one or more of the HTML’s tag
Three tags are currently available and are all allowed
It includes ‘’   at the beginning and    ‘  ’ 
At the end of the portion of the poem you wish to format.
This is for ‘italics’. 
The one for ‘bold’ and ‘center’ tags are
‘  ’   and   ‘    respectively.
You can use them for the whole poem
Or one for a stanza, a line or an expression…
Within the poem if you like
Try them now and see it yourself
They’re meant for you and me.

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Subliminal Prison

Subliminal messages driving me insane
I can't seem to stop them from entering my brain

When they send me their messages it's loud and clear
I wonder how it's possible others can't hear

I am the main target they're directed at me
I'm not paranoid if you look close you will see

Words to a puzzle that have been carefully placed
Answers they discovered as my life has been traced

They know all my habits the preferences I hold
If they push the right buttons they know I'll be sold

The smart phone they sold me is one of many tools
I keep playing their game without knowing the rules

I'm feeling helpless a little out of control
Subliminal messages attacking my soul

Time to reconsider what's important to me
Then I can break away and become truly free


With new smartphone technology they can track where we are and
customize information on screens in stores to our specific interests 
based on our buying habits they can learn our preferences, for music
fashon and types of travel as well as food and dining preferences.

Ambition

breed a dream
breath life into it
feed it faith
help it grow
teach it patience
nurture and protect
let no one
step on your dream
for it is yours
yours to love
rise above
push through
always be true
customize
realize
bask in
the warmth of
fortitude

What I C

What I C when the universe is looking back at me
I C an expanded version of me
Inert, solid, liquid, thinking
not mechanical being
so I rhyme

captivated by the very concept of time

what if what we call the past
is really the future?
that would put a real spin
on the phrase "used to"

what if all time spands exhist right now?
the very thought of it is so profound
that it had to be introduced us
in layers called years
so we could percieve it all
knowing that we could never believe it all

somewhere is yesterday in ancient history
maybe cause its all such a mystery
with all of this energy the possibilities are
endless, so try to bend this
and customize to fit the very concepts
that we can't know yet.

wanda e jerideau aka
Wanjay~

Clings

History clings to me, a mortgaged sleeve
inducts the conscious reasoning to other strove.
As head above the cloud my famished noel
is reckoned to contingency's faint vowel.

As spirit clings to me, metered exponent
to use my vestige rating in my poem,
Ah, love, were just this usage, I alone
could conquer heart's decisively my own!

But as I am so useless, this unknown
that truth clings not, but ventures to be shown
and thee, abridged by doubt rely on prone,
I, also faint with hope, dissolve condone!

Not patronizing faith, I so recede
the joining of two souls, clings to each need.
Do customize my courage, thus not breed,
the faulting of my trust in God . . . to  lead!

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