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peacholivet Sep 2023
And he calleth the things that be not as though they were.
And the Lord said let there be light and there was light.

Words are powerful, potent enough to create and recreate.
It is no doubt that artificial intelligence is progressing in such a direction.
We are in an era where technology particularly AI is creating stunning imagery by the power and diversity of words.
Artificial intelligence platforms such as BING and ChatGPT keep registering their mastery in this regard; with carefully crafted words, beautiful concepts are generated.
The metaverse can only mimic the creation story of old and God still remains the greatest.
peacholivet Sep 2023
AI is generating texts
In the right contexts
AI is writing poems
In the abstract realms
As a poet should I fret?
Should I quit and regret?
peacholivet Aug 2023
We look back to the ancient past
And castigate the white skin
The shackles of the days before today
Still ring the bell of oppression
We call them the masters
And Inflictors of the flesh
While the gate is yet closed
A new gate opens
A broad way to the mind
With a brown shallow exit
Where the black skin rules
With selfish tools
In the land of the cow and the bee
Where the people lie in wait for hope
And voices seek to be heard
Corrupt hands steal destinies
While accountability fades away
These chains of societal slavery
Are Battles yet unwon
peacholivet Aug 2023
I have no words for the evil one
I have my God to praise
My strength and leisure his name to proclaim
His love to share abroad
Ten thousand times  and one million more
My constant song to sing
The Lord my God, my Lord Jesus
Thy praise forever more

Even in my low estate
Emmanuel, I will sing
Fearing God and keeping his word
The ecclesiastical charge
In the morn and day and hours of the eve
Adoration words I'll pour
Pure letters from my heart
To the most high God above
peacholivet Jun 2023
I stand at the ocean gate, submersed
Searching for my beloved
Fighting the waves and sharks
And the dreaded hearts of yesterday
My fear remains
That I will be lost in the ocean
And found by tomorrow's titans
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