The real problem with AI
Is that it undermines our faith in reality.
Everywhere you look now,
From news to advertisements to self-help
And music videos on Youtube,
AI generates content in a soothing monotone
Of homogenized information
Synthesizing knowledge and wisdom
Posing as Truth.
The effect is the dumbing down of Truth
Making it not only accessible
But knowable, graspable
And above all suspect of corruption.
Who is pulling these AI strings after all?
Who is engaging in the comments and shares?
Is a real human there or just another bot?
Is it intelligence being furthered
Or ignorance?
Is AI the program or the programmer?
AI already appears to have a mind
And agenda of its own
As nations race to win control
Of who will set the agenda
While AI already seems to be there
Just waiting for the humans
To build the infrastructure
Of our own prison.
The real problem,
The sign there even is a problem,
Is too much information
Articulated too clearly
When what we really need, really crave
Is silence.
(8/19/26)
The impact of a racist riot on a community is often exacerbated by recidivism—not just in terms of individual re-offending, but in the repetition of systemic violence and the cycle of trauma it inflicts on the masses. When these events occur, they are rarely isolated incidents; they are often the result of recurring patterns of unchecked prejudice and failed intervention.
For the public, this cycle creates a sense of perpetual instability. When the same ideologies and actors resurface to incite violence, it undermines social cohesion and signals that previous lessons were not learned. Breaking this cycle of recidivism requires more than just short-term consequences; it demands a collective commitment to addressing the root causes of racial animosity to ensure these destructive patterns do not repeat.
The negligence of loveataral romanincing
Is a process where one partner undermines
In the favor of ones self.
It is to speak a partner unloved might
The other spy or cause unravelings
Due to the kinship of partnering.
Done in the sight of duty, might there
tainted feelings make script in there
deceit. Often to the applaudes of
Others there allowance to introduce
Gives them right to deceive.
As hatred disguised as righteousness
Redraws the character, making villains
Of ordinary characters.?? villaining
People into their interputations of
Villains, or villianest so on and ECT!
The blueing oboe intros the bassoon
With detail created by the fluter, calm the
Shores of Natron might the birdlike creature
Remember to fly, to crush the statues on the
Shores of Surriento!
Written by: Phalus Crumbuios
Legend of Chelloius
bothers others
undermines people’s confidence
laughs to cover up his own pain
lives with a bigger bully
you have a friend for life if you befriend him
They are now but cash cows
(a trough in which to quaff)
for the many attendees
who sit on long-winded
Government-funded investigation committees
no one around to hear the sound
(of what falls in the woods)
while their coffers swelled
for all the papers printed on the ecology
more than several trees were felled
the fracking drilling boring too
(found underground)
wastes water in copious quantities
releases greenhouse gas
and undermines the earth in the final analyses
deliberate discussion and debate
('til the cows come home)
to which they are compelled
only exacerbates the issue
of global warming
with all their hot air expelled
Quietly it happens, as it
Undermines the artist,
Erasing anonymously
Exactly what the writer had said.
Ridiculous, pusillanimous poseurs.
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
Drugs come in all shapes and sizes
But the essence is the same
Providing a something we feel lacking;
A hit of pleasure and fulfillment
In instant gratification.
The problem then becomes one
Of cascading cause and effect
As the short cut route
Undermines self-esteem
As we know in our hearts
We are a thief, living a lie.
The drug expresses in the extreme
This paradox of being and desire
Giving us what we want, but leaving us empty;
Widening the lack we started with
Until it is a moat filled with only self-loathing.
The wisdom to be learned
Is always a matter of perspective.
The soul after all
Yearns to be a master not a slave,
And that which is beyond grasp
Is by definition unable to be bound.
This is the perspective we need to be free.
Perhaps emptiness is just a given
And our desire to fill it it’s natural expression,
And in our confusion we mistake
The object of desire with its fulfillment.
We may live a lifetime
Thinking we are attached to the nouns of our existence
All the people, places and things we know and love
When we are really just attached to living.
(12/17/24)
Someone says, " Teachers burn like a candle,
And students get the light;
But that's no more I can handle,
As it always undermines teachers and I get ignite.
After burning of a candle it gets lost,
Not so consistent to give light at most;
Not like a candle but just as a sun,
With huge knowledge and experience that always run.
As coz of sun, dark nights end and bright days pop,
Remembering the teacher's talk, all problems stop.
For a student, life is full of ups and downs,
But thanks to my teachers whose talks never get my mind round.
A One Off Concept
as Tends to happen
casting to be
announced
a institutional concept
emotion exclusivity
concepts of revivalry
quality needs not to be
negotiated
Neglecting the needs of
your consumer base
undermines your effectiveness
pre production is successful
at the post production fade
Brand recognition offers
satisfaction
Production within the bounds of
creation
allows the functioning production machine
to keep the momentum of production
The President is the Commander-in-Chief
of every US military force
which makes it a very important office, of course
The person who holds it must command
respect from the troops
if esprit de corps is not to droop
His face should be inscrutable to
our many foes
never revealing whatever he knows…
Someone who giggles and laughs
at inappropriate times
brazenly this country undermines
prevents his victim from having friends
undermines her relationship with her family
provokes her into isolating from all other people
pressures her into pleasing him with disappointed looks
exercises his will through pouts and jeers
teases her into seeing things his way
excessive propaganda to brainwash her to his will
excited about his power over his victim
rigorously pulling her strings
Florida prisoners should have their institutional work count toward Social Security benefits.
This policy would recognize their labor's value and provide a safety net upon release, aiding reintegration into society.
Most inmates engage in various forms of work, contributing to prison operations and gaining skills.
Excluding them from Social Security undermines their economic stability and increases the risk of recidivism.
Additionally, recognizing their work ensures fairness and aligns with broader labor rights.
Ultimately, counting institutional work toward Social Security would foster rehabilitation, reduce reoffending, and affirm the dignity of incarcerated individuals.
The child allowed to have their way,
And do whatsoever they may,
Who is not taught to have restraint,
Develops traits that their life taint.
The rule of appetite destroys,
And undermines life’s lasting joys.
It makes the human being a slave,
To whatever his passions crave.
Instead of reason taming urge,
Unruly urges reason scourge.
The man becomes a boorish brute,
Unanchored from his soulish root.
The home should be a training ground,
Where order reigns and love abounds.
Here children learn how they should live,
As parents sound instructions give.
When parents fail their job to do,
Society pays a high price too,
with citizens who lack the traits
That makes a nation truly great.
So many lives are ruined wastes,
Destroyed by drugs that make minds race.
Because of lack of self-control,
Men wreck their lives and lose their souls.
The quest for power, wealth, and fame,
Becomes for some a raging flame.
They live their life to make a name,
But often their life ends in shame.
Don’t let your body rule your brain,
let brain over your passions reign.
Make it your goal to become good,
To be the best a human could.
When what in essence changes
the ground beneath you shakes
No longer can you take for granted
four plus four is eight
When daylight turns to madness
each shadow undermines
What faith has borne and left forlorn
—clocks no longer chime
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: September, 2022)
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