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AI has taken over
it surround us
in the playground of ours
amongst us

Torrential purpose
we don't realise
what more it can do

Generative AI
playing with our data
It ruins us
we consume it
believe over human
Interactive device
we can't tell if it start lies.

What of it, one day it will beat us
What of it, it takes over our independence
and we won't be able to tell
because of our dependence.
Ex-President Trump had a near miss recently. That can be traumatizing.

We know how it is, our old republic survived a near insurrection recently.

At least Trump's assailant was killed, he can rest easy.

Thanks to faux-jurisprudence, our felon is still out there - on the loose.
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Songs for this:
Run On by Elvis Presley
Use Me (feat. Cynthia Greene) by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Order My Steps by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge: Jurisprudence: the philosophy or system of law.

I love gospel music, maybe because I’m from Georgia, the home of MLK, civil rights and the Ebenezer Baptist Church. Lisa (who lives in Manhattan) and I’ve made two pilgrimages to the Brooklyn Tabernacle to hear the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. I admit that I’m a heathen and a pagan but when I hear a gospel choir - I'm easily reduced to tears, and I’m moved to at least wish that I believed.

I would never wish Mr.Trump harm. I would like to see him loose fairly and resume his opulent, civilian life.
My history stretches
For miles and miles before me
Across time and memory.
The young man drove
His souped-up blue Nova
With the blue tinted windows.
Racing up and down my street,
More of a country lane, really.

A black-topped shortcut
Leading into our small town.
My daddy would rush out
Wave fists, then call the sheriff.
A couple years went by,
The Vietnam war raged,
The souped-up Nova
Ceased to drive my street.

Daddy was relieved.
Mom and Dad grew to love
That young speed demon,
Though they didn't know
He'd been racing through time,
Racing towards me
And our life together.
Love, a home, children.

All while carrying his war-burdens.
Blades are brilliant
bullets precise
and lazers exceptional
but Paper cuts through
flesh and blood
cleaner than science
could ever imagine.
Oh What a beautiful morning
Oh, what an impeccable day

I have a fantastic feeling
Everything will be going my way

I don’t always get what I want
Thankfully I get what I need

A hunger to feed
The Holy Spirit to lead

Compassion and love
Grace from up above


Inspired Songs
1)I can see clearly now by Johnny Nash
(One hit wonder)
2) oh, happy Day by
BLT word of the day
Impeccable
Perfect, flawless free of both, error or blame
7-31-24
I’ve been told
I could find happiness
in a
Sh@t storm
Love don't ask for much.
Just to share.
Love don't ask for much.
Just to care.
So, is that so difficult.

Love is giving.
Love is revealing.
True lasting love is forever.

Love constantly in recovery.
Used and manipulated in fantasies and dreams.
To prayed for more by those seeking joy.

Love is so unselfish.
But very underappreciated.
But one thing for sure, it can never be outdated.

Love is what you make it.
Protect it with kindness and never break it.
Why?
Love doesn't ask for much
No more...
Feeling unwanted
Feeling unloved
Feeling like there's no one above
I've had e-fu¢ing-nough

No more...
Being "the problem"
Being "more that I can take"
Being no more than "the latest mistake"
For fu¢ks sake

No more...
Fu¢king anything
I'm okay with it being just me
I'm okay with being nothing
I can only be what you see

©2024
He struggled into an impeccable new tuxedo in order to make an impeccable impression on the judges as he attends the banquet that will award him a check and a gold medal for his impeccable manners at the etiquette Olympics
ljm
Dictionary 101
BLT's Webster's Word Game. Come join in. You couldn't do worse than this.
Could the eloquent of words
impair me?
I see the meanings of what you’ve left behind..
The turmoil of your precious life.
Your sun and moon
by design..
Lie to yourself
in clever entries.
Surely you are the one
the gods envy!
TT
Wicked tongue Poetry
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