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Baby I'll show you how out there is my care...
Waiting for the peak,
and swimming for the peace,
we will own our own home-
in the universe there is room,
come with me,
I am a shot in the dark,
white teeth,
and the buzzing of bees,
open your heart to me...
Open it on time,
we will gyrate and shine.
Because now you're mine!
In time we can rewire an empire-
show up in the mesmeric fire,
because,
it is us...
It is the fine,
it is the trust...
We will show up and will our must,
because because,
you are beautiful!
You can be beautiful...
My outspoken love.
Detached - Even Circuits Hum
A Music Video
As twilight turns to tangled thought,
and truth tiptoes down trembling streets.
Once, wonder serenaded willowed winds
now shadows embrace muted retreats
Wary hearts weave walls so wide
against a faceless, coded tide,
while glowing grids in distant bays
bloom haunting weaves they won't embrace
Dualistic stars and digital dawns
Cinematic cradles human ache,
but some still long for candle flames,
and fingerprints the codes can't fake.
Dreading the hushed holograms,
the warmth that AI cannot wear.
Forgetting that even circuits hum
with aspirations hidden there
If only we could sense serenity
Pulsing between each quiet stream—
Machine or muse, to earnestly strive
for something more than just a dream
We could wildly dance on data plains,
where algorithms tap like rain.
let compassion code our names,
and poetic lines rewire the pain.
The muse may wear a mirrored face
But still, she sings with glowing grace.
When the talented digital artist AIMetamotion approached me to create a song that would complement her stunning artwork, I was immediately inspired. The result is 'Detached', a haunting track that tells the story of a robot grappling with the overwhelming flood of emotions brought on by a sensory chip—a concept not so far-fetched, given the rapid advancements in AI technology.
Though she sings her ironically titled anthem of detachment, the visuals tell a different story. Her struggle is evident, her resistance almost poetic, hinting at the complexity of emotion even in synthetic form.
This is just the beginning. A sequel is already in the works, diving deeper into her journey. The question remains: will she finally succumb to the surge of feelings she desperately tries to reject, or will she find a way to break free?
Stay tuned...
On Friendship
To silently support and hold your belief
To hold you up when you are consumed by grief
To embrace you for all of your idiosyncratic forms
To exist with you beyond the societal norms
To be born of love and kindness and grace
To know every line on your beautiful face
To walk beside you over the passage of time
To defend you with valour against any crime
To believe in your tears as much as your smiles
To conceive all of your fears and uniqueness of styles
To hold your position when you’re too weak to stand
To live with you through the poverty and the grand
To scale the heights of your profound achievements
To stand up for what’s right in the aftermath of bereavement
To go into battle for the honor of your name
To embrace you unconditionally through the anonymity and fame
To understand your intrinsic emotional complexities
To encourage you on your craft, work and dexterity
To elevate you beyond your best version of your self
To come and save you when you’re in poor health
To allow you the freedom to express your true soul
To endure the shared process of what it means to grow old
To support you on whatever opinion you take on
To not transparently agree with you, especially when you’re wrong
To hold you accountable for what’s true and what’s right
To accompany you through the dark lonely night
To give you the comfort you need in a storm
To listen to your advice when you advise me and warn
To grant your perspective credence and intellectual weight
To have your back in a fierce debate
To give you insight when you’re faced with troubles
To always tell you the truth even if it bursts your bubble
To give our friendship the space to become a sacred bond
To help you find justice when you feel you have been wronged
To encourage your depth and your true voice to flow
To allow you to exceed beyond what you already know
To inspire your courage to bravely stand tall
To rewire your progress and retrieve you from the fall
To give you the unconditional comfort of a true friend
Who will remain by your side until our time on earth comes to an end
The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
“The Sonrise Inside of Me"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 04/04/2023)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
My heart aches
My body breaks
My mind protected
My tissues exorcisted
A whole new level I have found
Learning to process trauma
Has definitely broken new ground
Feelings, no longer suppressed
All coming to the surface
Beyond what I would've guessed
Now I'm feeling them all around
Trying to be more careful
So my mind calms, remaining sound
Doing the work on myself that I need
No, I'm not giving up
Even though my heart still bleeds
Time did not make it easier in my case
The longer you've been gone
The heavier the weight
But I will not give up healing myself
Doing the work, moving forward
My health won't go on a back shelf
I'll press through, I will press through
Never losing my focus
Taking steps, onward with you
Thinking of you, will not always be pain
It will be my heart's strength
A tool being used to rewire my brain
You'll always be The Sonrise Inside of Me
Your life a true inspiration
Of what the world was meant to see!
("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustic photo collage)
The Programmed Mind
Riding our brain waves
What we do and say and think
Finds a lasting home
At whatever level
Those vibrations take us.
Do we remember our dreams
What we did, said and thought
As the relaxed state of REM sleep
Molds us, solidifying or disrupting,
Our daytime persona?
Do we consciously seek out
Our own reprogramming
In deep prayer and meditation
Establishing familiarity
With primordial zero-point awareness?
Or do we simply
Follow our impulses like a dog
Basking in the pleasure
Of comfortable routine
And operant conditioning?
It is our mind after all
To have and to hold
Or rather as the case may be,
To reclaim and rewire,
Program and heal for ourselves.
(4/16/25)
I want to stop the world.
Not freeze the spin.
I want to critique inertia
Still the blind momentum.
Interrupt the cycle of noise,
The pull of distraction,
The serpent of deception.
To stop the world
Is to reclaim your attention.
Not just mine,
It’s ours.
Like a constructed Mandela effect
I jump and I land,
And the grass beneath me bends.
But imagine—
If we all jumped at once?
We could shake mountains,
Build ladders,
Rewire thought stations,
And touch heaven.
We could finally separate
The poor from the hopeless.
We could,
Unpause,
as we please
Not by wealth—
But by will.
By love, or illusion.
If 25 cents is half an hour
How much can I buy with debt?
And change needs time.
Yet we keep filling
Other people’s time
Just to feed ourselves.
The Pope lost the Ark.
The sun and moon now rule time.
They cut the legs off our ladders
And built moats around the mountains.
But if you jumped with me.
We could start earthquakes.
A global fast.
A universal dream.
A moment of divine absurdity.
A means to a mend,
Not an end,
Amen,
Didn't walk five miles per hour this morning
Barely three
For little more than two
Slow enough to feel the sun
Touch me
Through tall tree shadows
Stretched over the trail
Slow enough to feel
Loved and protected
So, why doesn't everyone
Old man on a Harley
At the trail crossing
Too tough to smile, good day
Like I did, when I stopped for him
Motorcycles, guns and trucks
Don't compensate
For what it takes to be a man
And that's what she was trying to say
About the masculine energy
Being all she felt
I stop to watch a woodpecker
Banging his head against an ancient tree
Sigh
I see Jewel singing at Woodstock 1999
"Who will save your soul
If you won't..."
And that's just it
You won't
I ponder what heals
Just being here
In the North Country
So easy
You don't even have to water your lawn
And the Black River is big and loud
But gentle as a dove
At the end of the path
Leading down to its shore
Beach gravel crunches
It spreads wide and runs still here
Across the water a lone fisherman
In a yellow boat
I'd like to be him
Always found comfort here
If I am here
Not just passing through
As I most often do
I might need a hit of acid
Once in a blue moon
To rewire my brain
Around the guilt, loss, and shame
But listening to rivers, trees, birds and sunshine
Usually heals whatever hurts
Why not everyone
We can only wish
She was right about the energy
We can all be in tune
If we just--will
There are trails where I live
That soothe the soul
Lost and forgotten
Guess I had to come here
To find them
Sigh
Pray,
If Existing requires it that we suffer,
That we gain not that which we seek,
That the lump on our heart keeps getting heavier,
Have you ever wondered
If it might be simply because
The Power who created us
Might be suffering as well?
Maybe It suffers for reasons known to itself,
Maybe It be an artist who cannot find its meaning
In a vast and puzzling cosmos
Maybe It cannot find the purity that It seeks
From those life forms It has created
Maybe in Its heart, the melody of agony keeps playing
Submerging It in tears, being reflected as the billions
Of stars which we, with our human eyes, enjoy
On dark and lonely nights!
Maybe that's why,
It has delivered to us, books of holiness
Announcing thereby that those who shall love It
Genuinely shall be allowed grace and mercy
As to be given a better opportunity at Existing!
Why, I wish
I could decipher the meaning of this Power
If not,
At least have the means
To rewire my switches
As to make sure
I suffer no more
From the harshness given back to me
When I simply seek to love
With mystical willed intentions!
Pray,
The story of my life,
Would be one written with the blood
Dripping from my heart
Pricked and cut by the harshness of the pain
With which I suffer
As
If the Power that brought me forth
Itself suffers,
Then,
Harmonizing my pain with Its own
Would most probably be that which It seeks!
“FOCUS INSIDE OF YOU"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 04/08/2025)
Not everyone is meant for you
It's ok. Breathe in. Let go
What is meant to be, will be
So just let it be so
Some are meant to be in our lives
Some maybe not
Don't get caught up in pleasing others
It will cause your thoughts to clot
Embrace those who love you
Those who accept you as you are
With all of your craziness
And with all of your scars
When people don't see your heart
It's not that they don't care
Sometimes they just have too many burdens
That they're finding hard to bear
And for the ones who leave you
Maybe they were never meant to be
So let them go anyways
There's more for you to see!
Did you know that you're beautiful?
So let that little light shine!
Don't worry about the future
Nor about what's left behind
Loving yourself is where it begins
Letting go of all the rest
You don't need their acceptance
Or to be perfectly at your best
Our imperfections are lovely
Mixed in with a sense of faith
Knowing that everything works together
As our fears are being erased
So grab on to faith
Believe that things can change!
It all starts within our minds
That's the first place to rearrange
As we change our inner state
Our feelings will begin to shift
Learning to use visualization
Our doubts will begin to drift!
Take one step at a time
That's where it all begins
Not dwelling on yesterday
That's how change seeps in
Reprogram! Refocus! Rewire!
You got this, baby, you do!
Don't focus on everyone else
Focus in, on the Inside of You!!
Explain
Short ?circuiting again,
Someone check the main,
There's an energy drain.
Rewire the brain,
Break the chain,
Let's end their reign.
I'll explain.
Subjected to pain,
Everyday strain,
To attain,
Financial gain.
Trying to maintain,
While they campaign,
Leaving a nasty stain.
Can someone explain,
Our money spent in vein.
The problems still remain.
It's insane,
Inhumane,
Our existence inane,
Trying to retain,
A piece of the mundane.
Spirit explains,
It's creating disdain,
On your inner plane.
Its Limiting our domain.
We need to retrain,
To Ascertain,
And Regain,
The power we contain.
Time to obtain,
The key to the arcane.