A girl in the corner,
carries monsters in her handbag
Dark eyes are her soul window
Shrouded with feathers.
She breathes gently but with strength,
You'd barely notice .
She was watching you...
Don't play and no react
Sometimes she smiles.
Maybe you see the shines in her eyes.
The flash of craziness
That you've been enlightened about.
She moves with natural
As she glides on shattered floors.
Likewise,  the hearts she left in the dust.
She halts.
And looks you in the eye.
And your breath catches her discrete thought

Would AI more than Human
and
Any fun correlation between AI and creativity?
and what makes us human?
If it opens with a look at the golem figure
Judaism and the concept of animism
— the attribution of a living soul to everything around.
May Loving and Beautiful World is an immersive digital art work.

When the one who has not come is gone,
I feel the absurdity of promises.
I start talking with things
I look through people and see them naked...
When the door slams without opening,
I lock my startled soul.
I start listening too much,
As if I'm not a woman, but a beast...
When the guilty one is offended,
I note the weakness of superiority.
I start to see the similarities in different things
And look around in search of obstacles...
When the one who has become ridiculous laughs
I understand the depth of mockery!
I start to peer at pawns:
The last move is done without logic...
When the one who has not come is gone...

Are Science and Arts twin brothers?
playing games together?
One is hidden
Where another is seeking the other
Arts is Science
and Science is Arts,
they are twin sisters
when they find with each other
Twins of Science and Arts,
will exit in the same path.

Can anyone reply?
Who designed the Games
And who desires to the Thrones?
Fly, fly as higher as you can
Love will break you
as I understand.
Was she the Queen who set you on fire?
Turned your world upside down?
Now I lay on your throne
But how does she still wear your crown and laughs at
Nietzsche’s quote?
Because he knows
It is never a good example to a lady who desires games and thrones!

Rain
raining
rainbow bells up to a trio ensemble.
Couldn’t you hear
a rainbow semiquaver waved at Liszt’ s melancholic soul?
Conducted by Adam Smith’s codes on ‘invisible hand’
When enthusiasts fell into Zion's epic hill;
When sorrow washed off gentle shower,
When Bartók’s harmonic functions agreed with  discrete up and down volatiles uncertainty
draws long run common trends
Haven’t  you seen semiquaver rainbows appear,
at the corner of the window again?

Prior to Early May Day,
Can’t help to driving into flavour of red and green.
Are all duties done?
Or never end with trio ensembles,
May sun stays and birds continue to sing.
It is a real chill out,
The genuine thing.
I am not deceived,
but I do think summer is hidden around the corner
With you and all
...