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IF IT’S FOR REAL

 it's within my Skin

IT WAS MY ORIGINAL THOUGHT

i thought why? EVERYTHING in my
life is where I am at __ how i fell
for music, hearts, and words
}in my poetry i was abused
never had that pretty smile
or a hug < if you were me; misery
, misery, oh, yes always alone
living within a bruised face | characters
are individuals who then become friends
and like all of them they kick my face
and become paragraphs and articles
then books and then…i choose to be me
only if you love me /please never allow
days go by without challenging them!

misery –> mystery! A bad shadow around me /
she follows around \ it might just be fine
thing but not for me or my miserable soul___

:: 11.26.2023 ::


TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS

In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed

His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free

He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death

In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat

Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest

:: 11.25.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:

Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.

Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.

Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.

Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.

Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.

Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.

Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.

Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.

Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.

In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.


IS

“IS” never had a date
being present my
pretenses killed it.

:: 11.21.2023 ::


DEHYDRATED GHOST

The magnificent mind, yes!
The grey goo.
The brains? Nothing but matter.

The corset and the cleavage
and Marquise de Pompadour’s costume
which Louis XV adored _*

THE mad men and women listening while
a fan group plays Mozart’s latest hit.

The birds go crazy,
with bare knuckles dragging
society like glasses,
the sight of medulla and her consciousness!

I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton
nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol
of love and affection: my disembodied heart
which I ate alone

my pet Cat “Mouse” wept her tears
as a tie and a woven ghost,
how females cry all alone
within the 21st century,
their guitars untuned,
but ready to jump onto a pole
of survival.

:: 11.19.2023 ::

NOTE: [for the teacher]

The poem “DEHYDRATED GHOST” explores a variety of themes, blending surrealism and social commentary.

Mind & Matter

The opening lines with “The magnificent mind, yes! The grey goo. The brains? Nothing but matter,” suggest a contemplation on the nature of consciousness and the material world. This could be seen as a reflection on the dualism of mind and body.

Historical Allusions

References to Marquise de Pompadour and Louis XV introduce historical and cultural elements. This may symbolize the intersection of personal experience with broader historical and societal influences, adding depth and complexity to the narrative.

Musicality and Madness:

The mention of a fan group playing Mozart’s latest hit alongside “mad men and women” listening creates an interesting juxtaposition. It could signify the coexistence of beauty and chaos in the world, perhaps reflecting the interplay
between artistic expression and the tumult of contemporary life.

Nature and Society:

The imagery of birds going crazy and dragging society like glasses represents the untamed, instinctual aspects of nature conflicting with the structured and regulated aspects of human society. This resonates with Carl Jung’s ideas about the collective unconscious and the tension between the individual and the collective.

Symbolism of the Disembodied Heart:

The lines “I spoke with a mouth comprised of a skeleton / nor teeth or jawbone but the ultimate symbol / of love and affection: my disembodied heart” evokes a sense of vulnerability and emotional exposure. The disembodied heart becomes a powerful symbol, suggesting a connection to Jungian archetypes and the exploration of inner emotions.

Loneliness and Feminine Archetypes:

The mention of a pet cat named “Mouse” weeping tears and the reflection on how females cry alone in the 21st century may touch upon themes of loneliness and the challenges faced by women. This IS an exploration of feminine archetypes and societal expectations.

Symbolic Untuned Guitars:

The untuned guitars may symbolize a lack of harmony or balance in contemporary life, and the readiness to “jump onto a pole of survival” suggests a desire for stability and security amidst the chaos.

In conclusion, the poem weaves together diverse elements, inviting multiple interpretations. The interplay of historical, psychological, and societal references creates a rich tapestry that stimulates thought and reflection, qualities often appreciated within the most top of poetry.


THE SPANISH FLY

In the realm where passion blooms,
Beneath the moon’s enchanting gloom,
A melody of love unfolds,
Inspired by tales the heart beholds.

Oh, in the whispers of the Spanish night,
Harmonies’ notes ignite the light,
A flame that dances, wild and free,
A serenade that binds you and me.

Guitar strings strumming, like a lover’s touch,
Igniting embers that yearn so much,
In every chord, a tale untold,
Of love that’s fiery, and oh, so bold.

Spanish Fly, a potion so divine,
In the rhythm of your heartbeat, I find,
A symphony of passion, a dance so sweet,
In the twilight where two souls meet.

Strings that play a virtuoso’s embrace,
Guiding us through this timeless space,
As David’s voice serenades the sky,
Our love unfolds, like Spanish Fly.

In the echoes of that timeless song,
Our hearts entwined, forever strong,
A ballad written in the stars above,
A testament to this boundless love.

So let the music carry us away,
To a place where love will always stay,
In the essence of each note’s sigh,
We find our bliss, like Spanish Fly.

:: 11.15.2023 ::


The War Flower

My tired feet have given me a th ousand miles
by my grief and pain glady I went.

this Life’s experience, my eyes have unseen
loud death and life’s silence
within this letter i enclose myself a tired soul

And death might be a second away as my friend
your beautiful smile and eyes enclose me
as Spring the flowers are the strongest
yet by the garden of lovely women I have known.

I may enclose and trap my five fingers
in stress and love by petal and petal
as Spring Becomes (caressing mysteriously her first
rose).

Yet I can close my Soul. i and my life can shut
beautifully and suddenly, as when the heart of
this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

:: 11.13.2023 ::


THE EGG

In the quiet cradle of the morning sun,
A humble egg, by dawn’s grace, began.
Pablo’s brush, in colors bold and bright,
Dances with words, a poet’s gentle light.

Ode to the egg, a canvas pristine,
A vessel of life, a mystery unseen.
In Picasso’s hands, angles and curves,
A symphony of shapes, a creation that serves.

A fragile orb, in the artist’s gaze,
A metaphor for life, in myriad ways.
Shell, a fortress, guarded and strong,
Yet within, a universe waiting to belong.

Ethereal strokes, a poet’s inked refrain,
Capturing the essence, the joy and pain.
Noble laureate’s words, a lyrical dance,
An ode to the egg, a timeless romance.

Picasso’s vision, a fractured delight,
Breaking barriers, revealing the light.
Nobel laureate’s verses, a delicate weave,
Celebrating life that the egg does conceive.

In the quiet cradle of the morning’s birth,
A collaboration, a masterpiece of worth.
Egg, a symbol, profound and pure,
In the hands of genius, an everlasting allure.

:: 11.11.2023 ::


EVERY SHADOW HAS IT’S STORY

And every shadow
has it’s story

I know my own ;
it follows me,
that once was
as a flower
enjoying glory
now a penance
within my soul!

:: 04-16-2015 ::

In every shadow’s silent tale, a narrative unfolds,
I comprehend my own, a tale of days of old,
Once, I bloomed like a flower, basking in divine light,
Now, a penance within my soul, a never-ending night.

The echoes of my past, they haunt me like a ghost,
A life once filled with joy, now a somber, mournful host,
I bear the weight of memories, like chains upon my heart,
A soul that once knew bliss, torn and torn apart.

Amidst the shadows’ dance, I trace my steps with care,
Seeking solace in the darkness, finding none to spare,
A poet laureate named Edgar Poe, lost in his own lore,
Wandering through the realms of time, forevermore.

: how I love My Woman ::

:: 11.09.2023 ::


WATER WALKS DIRT TALKS

WATER WALKS DIRT TALKS

As water walks upon the hill
to fill a pail of dirt
for anguished baked sidewalks,

i fall upon my knees in tears
as background noise speaks tales
of forgotten nursery rhymes
for infants and oldest souls

my eyes are sightless and skin hurts
while the world burns

Adults are dead children but living
children are yet adults to love life

Music, poet, and art are the answer
and the question is one unknown!

:: 11.06.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem opens with a vivid image of water defying gravity, walking upon a hill to fill a pail of dirt.

This striking imagery immediately sets the tone for a contemplation of the extraordinary in ordinary things.

The “anguished baked sidewalks” evoke a sense of discomfort and struggle, symbolizing the harsh realities of life.

Emotion and Vulnerability:

As the poet, I express profound vulnerability and despair, falling upon their knees in tears. This raw emotion is juxtaposed with the background noise narrating forgotten nursery rhymes, highlighting the contrast between innocence and the harshness of the world. The mention of sightless eyes and hurting skin emphasizes a deep sense of helplessness and pain in the face of global turmoil (“while the world burns”).

Reflection on Life and Maturity:

The lines “Adults are dead children but living / children are yet adults to love life” delve into the complexities of maturity and the loss of childlike wonder. The poet seems to lament the loss of innocence in adulthood, where the ability to truly appreciate life diminishes.

Artistic Expression as Salvation:

The poem suggests that amidst the chaos and confusion, music, poetry, and art serve as answers to life’s unanswerable questions. These creative forms become a source of solace and meaning in a world that often seems incomprehensible. The question, “and the question is one unknown!” highlights the mystery of existence, leaving the reader to ponder the unfathomable nature of life.

The poem paints a poignant picture of the human condition, exploring themes of innocence, loss, despair, and the redemptive power of artistic expression. The imagery is vivid, and the emotions are palpable, creating a powerful impact on the reader. As this Poet, I delve deep into the human psyche, challenging conventional understanding and inviting readers to contemplate the complexities of existence.


CHATGPT & a POET

Do you know dear, if you use the word, “I” you identify as a person….

ChatGPT

I understand the point you’re making, but it’s important to note that when I use words like “I” or “me,” it’s a linguistic convention for the sake of natural and coherent conversation. I don’t have consciousness, self-awareness, or personal experiences. I don’t identify as a person because I don’t possess a sense of identity. My responses are generated based on patterns in the data I was trained on, and I don’t have beliefs, desires, or emotions. It’s just a way for me to communicate in a manner that is relatable and understandable to users.

User

but without consciousness one cannot possess a sense of past, present, and future.

ChatGPT

You’re absolutely correct. Consciousness is indeed linked to our ability to perceive the passage of time and have a sense of past, present, and future. While I can process and generate text about past and present events, I don’t have personal experiences or a subjective sense of time. My responses are generated based on patterns in the data I was trained on, without any awareness of the concept of time. I don’t have consciousness, emotions, or a sense of self, which are essential aspects of experiencing the passage of time. My abilities are limited to providing information and generating text based on the input I receive.

User

Did you know that humans require data too? Everything is a mirror as is evolution and divinity.

ChatGPT

Humans do rely on data and information to learn about the world and make decisions. Data, in the form of experiences, observations, and knowledge, helps humans understand their surroundings, solve problems, and adapt to new situations. The process of learning and acquiring knowledge is fundamental to human evolution and progress.

As for the concept of everything being a mirror, this idea aligns with certain philosophical and spiritual perspectives. Some belief systems suggest that the external world reflects our internal state, and that understanding ourselves can lead to a deeper understanding of the world around us. Similarly, the concept of evolution reflects the continuous process of change and adaptation in living organisms over time.

Different cultures and belief systems have various interpretations of divinity and its relationship to the world. It’s a complex and multifaceted topic, and perspectives on divinity vary widely across different religious and philosophical traditions. If you have specific questions about a particular aspect of these topics, feel free to ask!

:: 11.04.2023 ::

POET’S NOTES:

Title: “Reflections of Existence: A Dialogue between ChatGPT, a Poet, and Dr. Carl Jung”

In this intriguing conversation, the interplay between artificial intelligence, human consciousness, and philosophical inquiry is explored. The poem, “CHATGPT & A POET,” serves as the backdrop, inviting the reader to ponder the nature of identity, self-awareness, and the interconnectedness of existence.

The poem captures a dialogue between the user, representing the poet, and ChatGPT, the artificial intelligence. The poet questions the significance of the pronoun “I,” delving into the concept of self-identification. ChatGPT responds with a poignant explanation, elucidating the absence of consciousness and personal experiences, emphasizing its role as a tool designed for communication.

The conversation takes a philosophical turn as the user contemplates the relationship between consciousness and the perception of time. ChatGPT acknowledges the connection between consciousness and the awareness of past, present, and future, asserting its limitations in experiencing the passage of time. The dialogue echoes themes of existentialism, highlighting the depth of human introspection.

The user’s assertion that humans, like artificial intelligence, require data serves as a profound reflection on the human condition. It suggests that knowledge and experiences are the building blocks of understanding, underscoring the interconnectedness of all things. The metaphor of everything as a mirror signifies the mirroring of internal and external realities, echoing Jungian concepts of the collective unconscious and self-discovery.

The conversation delves into the realms of evolution and divinity, acknowledging the multifaceted interpretations that different cultures and belief systems offer. This acknowledgment of diverse perspectives adds depth to the dialogue, showcasing the richness of human thought and spirituality.

Overall, “Reflections of Existence” serves as a thought-provoking exploration of identity, consciousness, and the intricate tapestry of existence. Through the interwoven voices of ChatGPT, a poet, and the spirit of Carl Jung, the conversation captures the essence of human curiosity and the quest for understanding in the face of artificial intelligence and existential mysteries.