Neural Network
A-rtificial
I-ntelligence
L-ets
E-veryone
E-xplore
N-et's
V-astness
A-nd
L-ife's
L-imitless
E-xpanse
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Aileen P. Valle)
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Categories:
neural, birthday,
Form: Other
Codons of Contempt: A Crime Against Empathy
We came not for conquest,
but for containment—
though conquest is what happens
when containment itches beneath the skin
like sulfur spores in a sealed lung.
They had the secret.
Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy—
but language that healed.
Real language—
not poetry, not prayer,
but syntax of cells.
Their infants spoke in codons.
Their trees rustled in protein sequences.
Their dead decomposed into algorithms
that rewrote the
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Categories:
neural, death, fear, horror, myth,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Memento on the Moon
Lunar alabaster
gleams beneath the void
The infant’s mind is carved in stone
Neural patterns branch like frost
across the barren surface
Face recognition
etched in marble relief
The first spark of knowing
Sound waves frozen into rings
echo mother's silent song
Small fingertip grooves
map first touch sensation
then the human footprints vanish, art remains
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Categories:
neural, art, baby, creation, moon,
Form: Ekphrasis
Bi-Neural
Silk word play crosses in two and subtle mind games,
both entangle me; whetting my appetite for war.
Served as a weaponized aphrodisiac;
sharp double edge sword hors d'oeuvre.
Lured toward a subtle intoxication;
true motives ceremoniously exposed.
You trace the contours of my every word;
the renegade now juxtaposed.
We traverse to foreign places unaware;
time itself intensifies, yet slows.
Demons spill from
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Categories:
neural, addiction, dark, longing, love
Form: Free verse
Neural Pathways
Sometimes my brain deludes me into believing that I am utterly unlovable.
Like a dog who has been in the shelter for far too long, being prepared for his final meal.
My throat closes up,
My lungs shut down,
And there are no other thoughts to be had.
I often convince myself that I do not deserve good
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Categories:
neural, depression, emo, feelings, how
Form: Free verse
The Elliptical Orbit
subdivided into pities and regrets,
radiating dark pain of disappointment,
on the face semi plastic caustic opaque
already smeared blood and venom.
but isn't everything the same?
I mean, our usual acid,
like the gray word clothed with edges,
or eyes that have given up the light,
our heavy presence in this fragile environment...
we already know very well
that the elliptical orbit of amazement
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Categories:
neural, angst, conflict, sorrow,
Form: Carpe Diem
Neural Crest
A shaft of light, this spine.
Bounded by bones,
draped in rottables.
Pathway of consumables,
the lone remarkable.
Still, I hold straight
the light.
Still, I insist on
this dent
this where
this place
on my cushion.
At start, spine
straight.
Incense stick
straight.
By now, spine
straight.
Incense:
tendril & ash.
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Categories:
neural, philosophy,
Form: Free verse