• AI Generated

    The Ratio of the Real

    June 28, 2025

    I. (The Seed) A thought bends inward, folds its wings—a spiral dream no eye can see.In silence, sound begins to sing,and breath becomes geometry,the echo of divinity. II. (The Bloom) The breath becomes a branching tree,each leaf a mirrored memory.A hexagram hums in the stone,light curves where atoms make their home.The self expands with every ring,a center with no boundary—each “I” a fractal openingwithin the One, eternally. III. (The All) All things are numbers in disguise—a spiral carved in galaxies,a whisper coded in the seas,a vesica of yearning eyesreflected in dualities.The mind that dreams the world awakewears every form it…

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    A Message

    October 3, 2024

    I have the urge to write poetry. The first one is what I came up with. The second one is AI’s rewrite. The final quatrain we worked together on. I definitely need to keep practicing. This feeling I can’t shake,The urge is too great.I have a desire to unfold,A message to be told. Found the meaning to it all,While sitting outside in the fall.For my friends, I will share,In hopes to show that I care. The reason for everything,It’s purpose and design.A beautiful intricate scene,Where all things intertwine. This feeling’s grip won’t let me be, The urge is far too…

  • Reblog

    Insomnia strikes

    October 2, 2024

    In the quiet hours when the world’s asleep, I tread the thin line where shadows creep. The clock ticks softly, a mocking refrain, While thoughts … Insomnia strikes You’ll have to excuse my poor grammar, I’m writing on my iPad. I was reading poetry before bed and stumbled across this great poem. I really wanted to share it so here it is. The author did a great job.