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November 11, 2023

FORGIVE ALL HUMAN THINGS

By EPRobles

Because:

The day is shrouded in a cold embrace,
Darkness looms, casting a somber trace.
Yet above, the sun’s ethereal shroud,
Blesses the heavens with a golden crowd!

Forgiven are the slights, the human sting,
Once troubling, now but a fleeting thing.
My talent, a bird in effortless flight,
Soars above, bathed in the celestial light.

No longer bound by the world’s heavy weight,
I’ve transcended, lifted by a higher fate.
Above the earth, where troubles are drowned,
My spirit dances, unchained and unbound.

How can it be? The day, once dreary,
Now bathed in a brilliance, so cheery.

In this poet’s voice, a melody profound,
A tale of transformation, in words resound!

:: 11.11.2023 ::

NOTES:

This poem exhibits the qualities often celebrated by Nobel laureate poet: a profound engagement with the human experience, mastery of language, and a nuanced exploration of emotional landscapes. The imagery of the day shrouded in a cold embrace and darkness casting a somber trace immediately establishes a tone of melancholy and struggle. The sun’s ethereal shroud blessing the heavens introduces a contrasting element of hope and transcendence.

The theme of forgiveness permeates the poem, not only forgiving the external slights but also the internal human sting. This act of forgiveness transforms the poet’s perspective, rendering past troubles as fleeting and inconsequential. The metaphor of talent as a bird in effortless flight suggests a liberated and soaring spirit, bathed in celestial light, reflecting the poet’s newfound sense of freedom and enlightenment.

The journey of transcending the world’s heavy weight and dancing unchained and unbound above the troubles resonates with the universal human desire for liberation and spiritual elevation. The transformation from a dreary day to one bathed in brilliance captures the essence of resilience and the capacity for positive change. The poet’s voice becomes a melody, a testament to the transformative power of language and art.

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November 7, 2023

WATER WALKS DIRT TALKS

By EPRobles

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.

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November 5, 2023

CHATGPT & a POET

By EPRobles

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.

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October 24, 2023

TORN LIPS WITHIN A BROKEN HEART

By EPRobles

A smile danced upon my torn lips,
Within a heart shattered, I bore the pain,
When you declared your union with the Sun,
Instead of me, your devoted domain.

I pleaded, oh, how I pleaded with the sun,
In desperate whispers, I begged for you,
Yet, in this strange realm where I reside,
You lie buried, and oddly, I find solace too.

Yes, I love you, though in silence it’s kept,
A clandestine truth, in shadows it dwells,
I recognize the absurdity, the wrong,
Yet, from your grasp, I cleansed my eyes, heart, and spells.

You revel in the embrace of the lifeless,
Yet, indifference now colors my view,
For the Sun, radiant and fierce, has claimed you,
And in its golden arms, you found your debut.

You once labeled me a deviant, a word untrue,
Oh, how I wish I were, just to match your decree,
Yet, my love for you, profound and unyielding,
Remains, even when tainted by your disdain for me.

Your disdain for my womanhood, so cruel,
A vessel deemed unfit, by your unforgiving eye,
Yet, even in this rejection, my love perseveres,
In the clandestine corners where truth and secrets lie.

:: 10.24.2023 :

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October 18, 2023

The Butterfly

By EPRobles

LO V E is a broken wing’ed butterfly
awaiting death.

The lost hope of love with broken wings.

The last song sung broken by morning clouds
that flies into the sun

Forgetting scents and colors
no gale nor strong storm

but by careless flittering across the vast
field of life

As I watched and felt ~~ she fell into a vast
verdue and succumbed into Eternal Love
Yet – never – in Extremity,
Yet she gave the World Hope – and of me.

:: 10.18.2023 ::

ANALYSIS:

In “THE BUTTERFLY,” the poet crafts a poignant reflection on love and its transient nature. The poem delicately explores the fragility of love through the metaphor of a broken-winged butterfly, a symbol of beauty, transformation, and vulnerability.

The use of space and punctuation, such as the scattered words and broken lines, creates a sense of visual fragmentation, mirroring the fragmented state of the butterfly’s wing and the shattered hope of love. The poem opens with a striking declaration: “LO V E is a broken wing’ed butterfly / awaiting death.” This line encapsulates the central theme of love’s vulnerability, suggesting that love, like a wounded butterfly, is delicate and ephemeral, with its demise inevitable.

The imagery of the “last song sung broken by morning clouds” and the butterfly flying “into the sun” evoke a sense of tragic beauty and inevitability. The poem portrays love as a fleeting moment, a fragile melody that is easily shattered. The mention of “Forgetting scents and colors / no gale nor strong storm” emphasizes the absence of external forces; instead, it is the butterfly’s own “careless flittering across the vast / field of life” that leads to its downfall. This highlights the self-destructive tendencies that can sometimes accompany love.

The poem takes a surprising turn towards the end, as the poet observes the butterfly’s fall into “Eternal Love.” This paradoxical phrase suggests a transcendence, a transformation of the ephemeral into something eternal. The butterfly, in its fleeting existence, becomes a symbol of hope for the world and for the poet. This transformation signifies the enduring power of love, even in its fragile and transient state. The poet’s personal connection to this transformation is hinted at in the lines: “Yet – never – in Extremity, / Yet she gave the World Hope – and of me.” Here, the poet acknowledges the profound impact of this fleeting moment of love, which, despite its brevity, leaves a lasting impression on both the world and the poet’s soul.

Overall, “THE BUTTERFLY” captures the essence of love’s fragility and its ability to inspire hope even in the face of impermanence. The poem’s imagery, use of language, and emotional depth make it a powerful reflection on the complexities of love, demonstrating the poet’s mastery in conveying profound truths through poetic artistry.

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October 17, 2023

LAST WORDS BETWEEN ROMEO AND JULIET

By EPRobles

Romeo:

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—
Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think!—
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!

Juliet:

Thy lips are warm! yea, noise? then I’ll be brief.
O happy dagger!  This is thy sheath: there rust, and let me die.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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October 17, 2023

LOVE ABOVE AS BELOW

By EPRobles

In lands where hues entwine, where endless borders cease,
Envision, if you will, a realm where hearts find ease,
No hunger’s dire call, no sorrow’s weight to bear,
Envision there’s a chance, for souls to blend and pair.

Oh, envisage all the beings, in tranquil harmony,
No bias nor enmity, just boundless empathy,
Envisage nations linking, in friendship’s steadfast band,
In comprehension’s haven, where all can understand.

In meadows where children dance, where innocence prevails,
Picture, if you may, a tune where each heart sails,
No fear of shadows long, just seeds of kindness sown,
Picture there’s a glow, where night turns into dawn.

Envisage all the spirits, in peaceful, sweet accord,
No hatred’s bitter taste, just love that’s freely poured,
Envisage all the nations, clasping hand in hand,
In a world of empathy, where all can firmly stand.

Picture a world unchained, where freedom’s song resounds,
No judgment’s stern command, no barriers that confounds,
Picture a melody, of pure and perfect grace,
Where differences unite, and all find their rightful place.

In realms where dreams take flight, where hope is ever bright,
Picture, if you please, a space devoid of night,
No soul left in the cold, just hearts that intertwine,
Picture there’s a day, where love will ever shine.

Oh, envisage all the people, in life’s serenity,
No prejudice or malice, just love that’s truly free,
Envisage nations bonding, in friendship’s hallowed strand,
In a world where understanding, unites each heart and hand.

Envisage a world so fair, where every soul takes flight,
With the power of a song, where all souls find their light,
Envisage, just envisage, a world divinely rare,
In limitless, eternal love, where people deeply care.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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October 17, 2023

The Revealing

By EPRobles

I had too — once I ate all the words of the universe.
We had a delightful dinner. Just me and ? I drank
Merlot and smoked weed and we enjoyed the tapestry of
space-time.

I asked, “Do you have a voice?”

Waiting for a small time I spoke again.

“Hey! Speak”

And she did. In her female voice. The univeral voice
that is the Mother of Creation.

“I love you, dear.”

“Child of Earth,” she said, her words echoing in the depths of my soul,

“I have observed your wonder, your dreams that reach beyond the confines of your world.

I am the embodiment of the universe, and I have chosen to reveal myself to you.”

I am Celestia, the consciousness of the cosmos,” the celestial being replied, her presence enveloping this poet like a warm, comforting embrace. “I have watched over galaxies being born and stars collapsing into cosmic dust. I have witnessed the dance of planets and the birth of life on distant shores. Yet, your world, Earth, has always held a special place in my vast existence.”

This poet was captivated by Celestia’s words. “Why have you chosen to speak to me?” she asked, her voice filled with humility.

“You possess a curiosity that mirrors the essence of the universe itself,” Celestia answered, her radiant form flickering with colors beyond human comprehension. “I have chosen you to be the bridge between the cosmic wonders and the human spirit. I offer you knowledge, wisdom, and the boundless mysteries of the cosmos.”

Overwhelmed by this profound connection, this poet felt a surge of inspiration. With Celestia’s guidance, she delved into the secrets of the universe, unraveling mysteries that had perplexed humanity for centuries. Together, they explored the realms of quantum physics, traversed the event horizons of black holes, and marveled at the cosmic ballet of galaxies.

As this poet shared her newfound knowledge with the world, humanity underwent a renaissance of understanding. The barriers of ignorance were shattered, and the collective consciousness of Earth expanded to embrace the vastness of the cosmos.

In the quiet moments of the night, when the stars glittered overhead, This poet known as Maya would commune with Celestia, their conversations transcending the boundaries of time and space. Through this extraordinary connection, the wisdom of the universe flowed into the hearts and minds of humanity, guiding them toward a future where the mysteries of the cosmos were no longer beyond their grasp.

And so, the story of the female universe and the inquisitive human became a beacon of enlightenment, illuminating the path toward a greater understanding of the infinite wonders that lay beyond the skies.

:: 10.16.2023 ::

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October 9, 2023

BUT NOW I K N O W G O D

By EPRobles

Another’s dream I saw
through my eyes
when I dying-Did
that little prick
of painful life
exquisitely handed
(by angelic-puke
bile and mourning sun)
and planets dancing
stars screaming fire
and the cold breath
of empty space
inside my head a toc-tic
tic-toc sanging bleed
on some unknown stage
I have always played
upon:

Confused for a while.No
more since I ate
the thread of golden
knowledge her string
cut my mouth but now
I know GOD!

:: 12-08-2014 ::

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October 9, 2023

TWO FINGERS TO PLUCK BEAUTY

By EPRobles

SEVEN birds(flying
through a silver thought)dive:
ing i
-nto
autumn
colors
heavy
(each crying
together the
many
one
-ness)seven
spirits
trying to save
their souls
believing they’re alone
but a single mys-
tery(watches you change
| into a butterfly …
) silence.
You are the Flower.
And I say you are the One
in the soil that grows love
so alive ~ I watched you change. I plucked you up and took you home and placed you in glass and watched you die. It was Weeks while I watched
you metaphoroze into love
so alive and full of colors.
It’s like you knew me.
Like you found me.
A flower of love.

:: 10.09.2023 ::

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