And so i sit, in front many screens, stare at the code - alone.
My poetry is: if - else.
I don;t seek validation, or support,
I code because i can,
And now AI can as well.
Now, i am not alone,
We create what I dream,
and It writes what i love to do.
@2lastvibes And sometimes it is the opposite.
Sometimes, the only reason why are happy, is because you won't let go of what was making you sad.
Working hard while other party, being disciplined in school, while other play, letting go of hobbies to peruse one thing.
@ElliottBlackwe3 Except often the poets are lost in translation, the wonderers in the deep, the clarity you speak of is an after image, i wrote or typed for a like and share
I find it very interesting that somewhere along the way of supper connectivity we have lost touch with humanity.
We record videos, instead of being wholesome in the moment, memorizing the experience.
Likes of others carry more weight than your own profound experience.
"We walk upon the Terra,
Blind to the spirit within,
Which defines our Ego."
- Men and women of the Earth.
The Abyss looks back into our eyes,
As we search for salvation;
Science and faith go blind,
Lost in the illusion of matter.
Chapter 7: The Spirit
Our mind is more powerful than we imagine,
An instrument of the Gods we barely know;
Our thoughts and our ideas
Are blurred reflections of their dreams.
"Forgotten voices softly sing,
With stories bathed in silver light.
Each memory holds what once was dear,
To those who are no longer here."
- Keeper of Lost Times
When memories flood the silent mind,
Like autumn leaves on a gentle breeze,
We drift between what was and is,
In realms of timeless reveries.
Chapter 6: Memory