Indecipherable Poems - Poems about Indecipherable

...AI is groupthink, it’s hewed to pre-existing work, which it aggregates into something bland and flat. If you don’t want your work scraped and copied by AI, try writing off-balance ideas that are......

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...MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES Don’t go back to heavy sleep dwell in the wakefulness of I AM THAT I AM here mulberries and butterflies beckon across filtered fences which you can comely cl......

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...A MINISTER RETIRES : SOLILOQUY I arise as infant Phoenix from Akasha ashes counterparts frozen with foibles intact a still Arctic of death sheath for recalibration Source Light bre......

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...Are you sure my heart is just functional? It feels so much like a centre of knowing Unlike the brain, the information is mute Unwritten in any logs, but stored somehow So much is stored as an ach......

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...Listen to how silence sings in the crypt of the forgotten soul, Each echo, a devotion at the unseen altars of solitude. We, travelers in an indecipherable odyssey, shadows on the walls of the caver......

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...Love is all that remains within me, A lonely torch burning in the crypt of oblivion, A heart mocking the times, a soul at war with silences, Lost in a canvas of shattered illusions, Poor love, yo......

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...In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock, She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents, Mourning something that was never spoken. Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where da......

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... Why write about love when I can write about quantum physics, its mathematics as indecipherable as God. QP is the chaos undergirding reality and tells me things I see are not solid; the st......

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...POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 5: EVOLUTION Fly’s Eyes by Michael R. Burch Inhibited, dark agile fly along paint-peeling sills, up to the bright glass drawn by radiance compounded thousandfold,— I......

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..."It is the unspoken ethic of all magicians not to reveal the secrets" David Copperfield The earth is punctured by a green shoot Spring conjured magic with Autumn loot We know how it's done, bu......

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...POISONS Boldly betrayed by my body It came so fast Poison coursing through my veins, My Source, my Self, Frightening and sure, traveling it’s way Through me, Out to get me from my Life, Ta......

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...an inexplicable lure of cold drawn into treacherous footing a spark of recognition on that sharp inhalation of ice-ridden air t......

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...I traveled almost everywhere, growing up. It took years. The landscapes, flora and fauna, the art, music, cuisines and curse words all seem to blend together in my mind. Mount Fuji, the Rhine, the......

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...I have nothing coming to mind, so I stared at a painting and wrote what I saw Don't shout! Don't attack me from all angles... It's all blank, unrealised - It's overload, burnt out sun Brief ......

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...I'm not the same as yesterday This gives rise to the soluble layers Or should that be depth? My cascading through ever changing realities and trying to navigate It's makes so much sense that I c......

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