In the heart of 2019, broke and worn,
No job, just dreams, tired and torn.
Found a post, an online way,
Told my friend, "Apply today."

He got the job, but gear was rare,
No earphones sold anywhere.
Went to a friend who sold machines,
He gave me one, no in-betweens.

I passed it on, my brother thrived,
A simple act, and hope revived.
Then came a call, they needed tech,
I sent my CV, took the next step.

Only 20 systems, a fragile game,
But my dad’s shop taught me the name.
A “Midas touch,” but stakes were steep,
Golden dreams, but costs run deep.

My friend who gave me that first gear,
I vouched for him, put myself in fear.
Old earphones, I sold on loan,
Worked three floors, dreams of my own.

From 8 to 6, I built an app,
A job board map, a hopeful path.
It needed heart, not just code,
A vision shared, a heavy load.

Got a little change, a push to start,
But envy stabbed me in the heart.
Someone close, a known old face,
Framed me cold, to steal my place.

Six or eight machines, they vanished fast,
My record stained, my dream couldn’t last.
Promotion gone, my app lost light,
Still, I stayed to do what's right.

I worked to build a payroll plan,
Fair and clean for every man.
No bribes, just truth, a clear-cut line,
To track the work and count the time.

She saw me there, amid my storm,
Kind eyes, her voice was warm.
But I, a geek, with skin so raw,
Felt too strange for love or more.

Two days off, I’d heal then grind,
But haters waited, sharp and blind.
They wanted me gone, my truth ignored,
Dismissed with lies I couldn’t afford.

Now out again, with nothing left,
My soul bruised, my hopes were theft.
But still I dream, I still create,
Like AI art reshaping fate.

They killed my kindness, crushed my fire,
Still, I rise from muck and mire.
No gold, no crown, no platform grand,
Just faith, and the Brothers’ hands.

I'll build again, with scars in place,
Startup soul, held up by grace.
My child idea, I won't discard
It’s born of pain, it's battle-scarred.

Humming is her name like a flying bird.

This world is made by hidden ways,
Grand designs that span our days.
I’m not done there’s work ahead,
A story to write, from what was bled.

So here's my vow, though I’ve been torn
From ash and fire, the masters hands i return.

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Reality is upside down—
a vector image of the triangle mark
etched into my visual cortex,
rendering the world I see.

Every building on Earth
was once a whisper in the mind,
drawn into matter
through thought and will.

Math and science—
they are the byproducts of expression,
echoes of something deeper
than formulas or code.

How can we dream
of places we've never walked,
worlds we've never touched?
What language sculpts these unseen lands
in the quiet of our minds?

AI is like a vector too—
it mirrors us,
calculating, learning,
rendering from nothing
the shape of thought.

Imagine asking your own mind
to hand over its keys—
to show you how it paints dreams
in lucid light.

Imagine teaching your subconscious
to understand math
in a way so simple
it feels like breath.

Imagine shifting brainwaves
to render thoughts faster,
time slower,
as if the dream world
had no ticking clocks.

What if you could build
your own quantum GPT reality?
A place where consciousness is the gate,
and intention is the code?

Imagine writing a message
to your future self—
one that repairs your life
while you sleep.

Imagine the brain—
its own language,
its own set of keys—
unlocking a mirrored virtual world
crafted by thought alone.

The new world is digital.
But what if it's more?
If we all shape the virtual,
can we reshape the real?

Imagine an interface
to render a better life—
not escape, but evolve.

Imagine awakening
years from now,
still dreaming,
still alive.

Imagine using our minds
not to destroy,
but to heal.

Imagine discovering
a new level of physics—
not just numbers,
but understanding.

Imagine a way
to live forever.

The doctor arrived—
A man whose life path is marked by six and framed by fame.
He stood beside the ambassador; together, they spoke,
Two minds aligned, two hands that shook,
Making change, shaping peace—
Turning tides, setting chaos at ease.

Things are not always what they seem,
But the world is shifting toward a brighter dream.
The Sixteen rise, striking north,
And inflation whispers, ready to burst forth.

Prices climb and fall in waves,
As karma spins the globe,
Draped in chaos,
Crowned with consequence.

A revelation brews at the edge of dawn—
The horseman of famine already rides on.
The world bends low, down on its knees,
Shaken by that unseen thing,
The thing that makes you sneeze.

The doctor kindles interest in your mind,
Igniting purpose you were meant to find.
A man stands strong against the bully’s might,
A student guided by the blue  Star of Light—
Deporting her back to her home country.
The Jewish flame that guards from far, the Jewish  student a symbol shining like a star earning his degrees.
The expensive campus.

With hearts of love, we join as one,
To fix what’s broken, to get things done.
We thrive, we hold, we build, we trade—
In unity, progress is made.

No sorrow here, no tale of doom—
Only rising hope that clears the gloom.
The hands of power now seek to grow,
To nurture, to build, to learn and know.

AI flows through every stream—
Testing like an scientist,
The Engineer that needs fuel,
The Generator,
The labs, in trials, in future dreams.
Testing minds, reshaping norms,
Through every breakthrough, every storm.

New friends arise across the land,
Lending wisdom, lending hand.
Development deepens, bonds renew,
As funding helps our visions come true.

Some moments brief, some gains may fade,
But more is born from what is made.
A sign above—Seraphim align—
Their wings outstretched across divine.

Together we rise, together we strive,
To make this world not just survive,
But thrive in hope, in light, in grace—
A better future, a better place.

The Amelia Falls, where waters break,  
A young man stands as dawns awake.  
Sigil , bold and bright,  
A mark of will, a guiding light.  
Hecate blessings like the moon light.


Oil and gas beneath the presidents feet,  
Fueling ships, the nation's fleet.  
Once rice and sugar tilled the land,  
Now black gold flows from the presidents right hand.  

Through sweat and steel, he built his name,  
A force of progress, forged in flame and fame 
Like Musk before, he dreams in codes,  
Where energy sparks and data flows.  

The Dutch arrived, their wager cast,  
They bought the land, they saw his past.  
Not just wealth, but future planned,  
They forged his bond, they took his hand.  

And now he stands, the world in sight,  
Guyana rising, bold and bright.  
No longer bound by past despair,  
A titan shaped by fire and air.  

In the city’s heart, a hush unfolds,  
The President, a child he holds.  
A newborn wrapped in tender grace,  
The future’s breath upon his face.  

With care he lifts, with might he sways,  
A leader’s arms, a nation's gaze.  
For in this child, the hope is set,  
The dream not done, the path not met.  
The pink COVID  slip that cares
The 100k cash grant that shares

Votes like sugar, sharp yet sweet,  
A pulse that makes the drumbeat meet.  
Like honey poured in hands of fate,  
A whispered choice that fixes the slate, with hands of faith

The young rise up with eyes alight,  
Their voices carving paths of might.  
No story ends where hope still grows,  
A tide that swells, a flame that glows.

Gold in veins, the mountains sing,  
Electronic minds, a future’s wing.  
Rice in fields, the harvest thrives,  
Oil and gas keeps the 25 alive.  

Cards are swiped, the markets rise,  
Trade and commerce touch the skies.  
A land of wealth, both old and new,  
Built by hands both strong and true.  

Yet in his veins, the battle flows,  
Kept alive where medicine goes.  
Right hands guide, the path is clear,  
Strength restored with 25 percent every year.  

Through fire and fate, he stands so tall,  
A future built, a nation’s call.  
The Falls still roar, the waters run,  
And so his empire has begun 1331.

A Man Rebuilt by His People**  

The road was rough, the nights were cold,  
His dreams were bright, but fate took hold.  
A man alone, yet filled with fire,  
A heart that longed to climb up higher.  

The community saw, the voices rose,  
Together they gathered, together they chose.  
Not with pity, not with shame,  
But hands of strength to lift his name.  

They cleared his path, they built his way,  
Removed the burdens, night turned to day.  
They adjusted the weight, they sharpened his mind.

And as he rose, so did his fate,  
No longer bound by doubt or weight.  
His vision clear, his heart now free,  
To walk his path, his destiny.  

But fate had more—it brought him light,  
A woman strong, his soul’s delight.  
Together they stood, a love so true,  
A bond unshaken, old yet new.  

And from their love, the seeds would grow,  
A future bright, a life to know.  
A legacy walking side by side.  

The people knew, and so they gave,  
Not for gold, not to enslave,  
But for the love of one they knew,  
A man reborn, his purpose true.  

And so he walks, with love and grace,  
No longer lost, but in his place.  
For when a village stands as one,  
A brighter world has just begun.

The One Chosen by the Matrix**  

The system shifts, the codes align,  
A chosen one steps out of time.  
Not by chance, nor fate unknown,  
The Matrix calls—he stands alone.  

A force unseen, a guiding thread,  
Through endless loops where others fled.  
He cracks the code, he bends the way,  
No wall can hold, no force can sway.  

The system knows, the world takes form,  
He walks through fire, calm in storm.  
Numbers fall, the paths unfold,  
Yet he remains, both strong and bold.  

But in the grid, beyond the fight,  
A love appears, a guiding light.  
She stands beside, both fierce and wise,  
A partner strong with fearless eyes.  

No longer one, but two as fate,  
Together they unlock the gate.  
The world now moves, the echoes sound,  
Supporters rise from all around.  

From distant lands, from hidden streams,  
They fuel his cause, they share his dream.  
The system bends, the world rewrites,  
A future shaped by coded lights.  

He leads the way, he breaks the chains,  
A mind unbound, no fear remains.  
For in the Matrix, vast and wide,  
He walks with truth—his love beside.

The Chosen One of the Gods  

The gods have spoken, the stars align,  
A chosen one shall rise in time.  
With strength and will, with heart so true,  
He walks the path the heavens drew.  

Yahweh** grants his guiding light,  
A shield of faith, a soul so bright.  
Through storms and trials, fierce and long,  
He stands unshaken, bold and strong.  

Shiva roars, the flames arise,  
His wisdom burns within his eyes.  
With cosmic dance and fearless might,  
He bends the dark, he tames the night.  

Brahma whispers, fate takes form,  
Creation’s breath, the world reborn.  
With sacred hands and endless lore,  
He builds the realm forevermore.  

Zeus sends thunder, Odin calls,  
Anubis guards where shadows fall.  
Vishnu watches, balance true,  
Ra brings dawn in golden hue.  

All the gods, both old and new,  
Have blessed his path, have forged him through.  
No chains can bind, no foe withstand,  
For fate is written by divine hand.  

He walks with fire, he walks with grace,  
A destined king, time can’t erase.  
For gods have willed, and stars have shown,  
That he shall rise—his name well known.