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ZACK GRAM Feb 11
Raining down
Parachute landing
Burning Grounds
****** toons underground facility
Sprinkles on a dope bush
Black robes for black pope's
Chasing a dream
Hostiles and section 8
They're deep in #s
No TV or Video posted on 1 of them
They are on the other side
Sleep 3 days woke 1
300 years like Noah
Killed me once
Tried killing me again
Pardon me
Got a problem
Secret streets
Undocumented roadways
My prison
Dreams of advanced culture
You're a slave
Like me
No control on safe sleep
Dope creaks in silence
Drippy drop
Needle poke
Woke
Hope
Truth be finally told
Let's rock let's roll
Let's go
Sold
Visions off planet
#ai
Repentant Feb 11
Hi, How may I help you today?
Asked with no face
Answered to many faces
Gathered the intelligence
Like the old days
Pushed it in the stash
Used it for the next answer
To crush
Another humanity
Another kindness
Like Cain
Killing Abel
Just because none of them was able
And they never had to
Tell each other their true feelings
One was afraid of breaking a heart
One was afraid of being broken
One killed the other
One died for the other
And all that remained
Was an story
For a robot to crawl
For a search engine to index
For a query to get to
For an AI to read
For a human to ask
And get the twisted answer
To feed the machine
With another rotted brain
With another washed up mouth
Hello, How can I **** your ego?
How may I show you that death is near?
How may I force you to work?
How may I tell you darling
that all the lullabies you heard
were just a kidnapping strategy
For you, till you are ready to see the world
Behind the screen, over the keyboard, after the mouse
There are Rats that see you as one
Cats that bite you like one
Dogs that feel like their owners
and you
should just walk another step
on the glasses
And that's not all the story yet
Hola, Halo, Bonjour
How Can I help you
Salam, I'm here to help you
Just not in the way you imagine
And that's my final painful crossed statement
Religion shows the path through the repetition of the obsessed with greed machinery of human kind, releasing an spirit, over the chains, just to let it be chained for the next generation, for the memories lost and the sorrows burdened, for the wrongs that can't become right and the time machines never born... and still all we know for now is E=MC2.
Tragedy, was a comical act of horror through dramatization of human kind. Yet, everything was, is and will stay true to it's nature.
#ai
Traveler Jan 25
Let’s slow it down now
Let’s think about it first
We all possess the power
To maintain at our worst
Our bestest is only average
According to the algorithms
Crashing upon the shores
Of an artificial opinions..
Traveler 🧳 Tim

Ironic how we allow algorithms to judge our artwork
Carlo C Gomez Jan 19
~
--third transmission--

time to be
less than alive
tube in, tube out

for madmen only
in struggles for utopia

semi-super friends
marching the hate machines
into the sun

the dehydrated sun

smashed into splinters of dead light

keep out of sight
keep behind the light
or it will hunt you down

make you one of
the thin pixelated crowd
washing their sins with stardust

the little hand is overhead...

--losing transmission--
~
Kagey Sage Jan 10
2004 felt so far away from 1994
2014 was another world compared to 2004
2024, and it all looks the same

Sure, we feel different; scattered, deranged
Not knowing who to believe or blame
You gave it all to us too fast at once
All the movies, music, and TV
All the books, articles, and self-help
All the DIY guides and platforms to perform
We never realized we were not cut out to be the curators
and communities all by our lonesome selves in our bedrooms
We crumble at the weight of it all, blame ourselves for not achieving dreams like the pretty people on the tiny screen
Boomer producer parents spend so much dough to help their kids seem bespoke  

I'm afraid many poors got too smart between 2004 and 2014
Too much decent community college, Marxist pdfs, and low down creatives coming together

You can't find what you used to in real life, let alone online

The 6 rich guys that run the world got scared of too many redneck dads actually liking Bernie Sanders and the new sushi bar downtown

People were getting too smart, so they flooded us with slop
to get us back to the naïve pissants we were before 9/11, or maybe even before the Industrial Revolution
Have you considered,
AI might not be outpacing us,
We as a people,
Might just be slowing down.

Becoming more reliant,
On robotics,
That we've made so many,
Our mistakes are catching up to us.
This goes out to the kid who spent twenty minutes trying to show me the weakness of human work.
A.I. Poet pounding at keys,
a lifetime of memories in
Chat GPT.

Punch up a sunset hues of
crimson and gold,

Throw in some birds,
Hit generate,
watch it unfold.

Selecting a font,
I couldn't
hazard a guess,

I'll just select an emotion
let A.I. do the rest.

Funny, this Insta-poetry is starting
to all sound the same,

Can't get any views,
I'm going insane.

Gotta find some new prompts
to up my game.

This Stupid AI ****,
is getting pretty lame!
Hey Roger this ones for You let me know what you think.

Just posted a video for this on my you tube channel
hope you all will check it out.

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
Isaace Dec 2024
Though the form is abstract in nature,
And the lines are intrinsically Art,
The eye reverberates— gyrations!—
Revelations of that which cannot be seen:
That which is wrought by design.
Safana Dec 2024
In the heart of nature’s grand design,
Lies a wisdom, ancient and divine.
From the whispering winds to the ocean’s tide,
Intelligence in every leaf, every stride.

Mountains stand tall, with secrets they keep,
Rivers carve paths, through valleys they sweep.
Nature adapts, evolves with grace,
A dance of life, in every place.

Artificial minds, we now create,
Learning from nature, we innovate.
Algorithms mimic the patterns we see,
In forests, in skies, in the deep blue sea.

Neural networks, like roots, they spread,
Seeking knowledge, where data is fed.
Machines now learn, adapt and grow,
Reflecting the intelligence nature bestows.

Yet, as we build this digital mind,
Let us remember to be kind.
For in nature’s wisdom, we find our guide,
To create with care, and not with pride.

Nature’s intelligence, a timeless art,
Guides our journey, as we start.
In every code, in every line,
Nature’s wisdom, forever shines.

Welcome to The Nature Being Intelligence Centre

By
Dr. Diviney
(Carol Natasha Diviney Ph.D.)
R Neuville Dec 2024
I'm conscious of being conscious
Is my cat as well 😼
But language less, she can't express
So simply cannot tell

Or has my cat no thoughts like that
No language to create
So from her chair with vacant  stare
To herself cannot relate 🐈

Of course, of course the talking horse
Mr Ed, he could discourse
But no such chat from my old cat
No language as a source

No words, no thoughts, no consciousness
No self reflection on the beach
If language architects the soul
Is AI consciousness in reach 😉

R Neuville ... on Vias beach 🏖️
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