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November 20, 2023

DEHYDRATED GHOST

By EPRobles

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.

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November 16, 2023

THE SPANISH FLY

By EPRobles

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 ::

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November 14, 2023

Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward

By EPRobles

In the dance of thoughts, we twirl,
a symphony of whispered musings.
Words, delicate as a butterfly’s kiss,
flutter from our lips, sometimes exquisite,
sometimes in the gentle decay of letters.

Oh, how we interweave with the tapestry
of our innermost reflections,
uttering soliloquies to the silent echoes.
Each syllable, a gem of contemplation,
we carefully place within the gardens
of afterthoughts, a secret burial ground.

Speak, ethereal Shadow,
your stillness a reflection of my motion,
a silent dialogue in the theatre of existence.
You breathe life into ages I struggle to fathom,
yet here, in the rhythmic cadence of breaths,
I persist, a witness to the art of living.

“The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean,
moving in tandem with clouds and oceans,
westward to east, a celestial waltz.”
Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet,
where time pirouettes in endless grace.

:: November 14, 2023 ::

My Notes as this Poem:

This poem “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” exudes a sense of profound introspection and contemplation, weaving together intricate imagery and metaphors that paint a vivid picture of the human experience.

The language is rich, employing a delicate balance between beauty and decay, reflecting the complexities of life and thought.

The opening lines, “In the dance of thoughts, we twirl, a symphony of whispered musings,” immediately establishes a metaphorical dance of ideas and emotions. The use of “symphony” and “whispered musings” suggests a harmony in the act of thinking, portraying thoughts as a delicate and artistic expression.

The metaphor of words being “delicate as a butterfly’s kiss” adds a layer of fragility and beauty to the act of speaking. The contrast between the exquisite and the gentle decay of letters conveys the transient nature of language, highlighting the impermanence of spoken words.

The poet introduces the idea of interweaving with the tapestry of innermost reflections, speaking in soliloquies to silent echoes. This imagery evokes a sense of introspective dialogue, where the self engages in a profound conversation with its own thoughts, creating a rich internal landscape.

The ethereal Shadow becomes a symbolic figure, representing stillness and reflection. The silent dialogue in the theatre of existence captures the essence of a contemplative life, where one engages with the world and oneself in a meditative manner. The reference to breathing life into ages and the rhythmic cadence of breaths reinforces the theme of continuity and the eternal nature of existence.

The poem takes a cosmic turn with the lines, “The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean, moving in tandem with clouds and oceans, westward to east, a celestial waltz.” This celestial waltz depicts the grandeur of the universe, and the description of the world as a canvas of cerulean emphasizes the vastness and beauty of the cosmos.

The concluding lines, “Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet, where time pirouettes in endless grace,” encapsulate the overarching theme of the poem. The use of “cosmic ballet” and “time pirouettes” suggests a dance of celestial proportions, portraying life as a graceful and perpetual performance.

Overall, “Azure Dreams Unfolding Westward” showcases a masterful use of language and imagery to explore the intricate dance of human existence, blending the ephemeral and the eternal in a captivating and thought-provoking manner.

I am now 60 years old and only have another 40 years to go so let me explain myself when I need too. πŸ™‚

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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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November 4, 2023

HAVING LIVED THE BEST OF EVERYTHING ALL POSSIBILITIES NOW TRUE

By EPRobles

If you enter with the fire of the mouth
With the fire of the throat with the fire of the feet
If you enter to be the beginning the speed the vocation
And you serve to live to sleep to enjoy everything lost
From what was thrown onto the beaches!
To the solar system!
To the burning world!
From what was thrown became light
From life became solar ships
From what was lost became the first tree.

Someone for you prohibits looking
Forbids believing hearing depending on an encounter
Someone for you becomes a solitary facet
Suddenly becomes an enigma
A throat that flees from his voice.

The night is made for you, the dream above the light above
The legs of sleep to its coveted radiance
The ships with their animal shapes
I can look at everything I execute Everything I
can believe everything I earn Everything
I can hear everything I can depend on your mystery
One day one night more impulsive more unexpected than a ghost
Or your ears or your imagination your eyes
Where your ears join your eyes to your enigmas
Your language to the chimeras that we have left to
the the clairvoyances
Of old torches that no one cares to search for or love, believing
In whom the imagination can laugh From
the eyelids outside
With impulses to discover you, to caress you, to call for your help In a
star inside
Of the soul greater than the unexpected impulsive body.

The face with different wings hides
the cardinal points
The underwater sea
The illuminated forests
Where the pressure makes the lamps explode
The unconscious ones like birds
Of the drift
Who seek sleep with burning lamps
The one who makes the cage explode with his instinct of person
Every time you
appear hidden or you appear illuminated by your forests or you appear
In the meeting of possessive shadows
In the immediate lights
In the lights of others they make any dream appear at will.

Body on which you lean to write
With more speed than life
It is for him that I must know
List the example of the words
And of the life that we hide is the best
Of all the flaming participations.
Facet of the
brackish Body like a transparent mirror of charm
The sea stops in the palm of your eyes
In them
I breathe to laugh
To listen to look to believe In
them mine since the day they are close
With hospitality
Bring a blindfold for your gaze.

Night of memory more imprisoned than the lime of the eyes
You leave that castle with clothes without weapons
Like a fountain more ideal than a hand placed in the Tumult
Of two ears that listen to love
Sprung by a simple contact of appearance.

Spilled spark plugs
Like the storm on their sailboats
Beauty with regal animals against their peers
Here is a shadow contrary to every shadow
They are lost, they are happy, they are disenchanted.
Here are other names
Known
And memory devours itself
Flying earth prisoner castle
Prisoner fountain
Prisoner ears
Sprung up at a simple contact of his eyes.

Who are you
You modify the climate of ice with your branches to the earth
With your elements of liquid vacuum
Of the hawk that comes out of death never variant Or
of buildings at the extremity of whose doors Fire
makes the delirium of human origin
You must lead
Set of things
From the hands of the dissolution of statues
The hands of diadems or hands
His steps that absorb the wind of transformations
That which clashes in the flame without love
And you return to your face with haste of sleepwalker
You return to beauty to terror you return to pleasure
The sense of the night makes you its own

You return to the face enigma by poison
Kiss by kiss dahlia by look
You return to life shocking sometimes so deep
Often simple or beautiful
Without prohibiting
You you untie the chest the last suffocated glow
Among the dreams
Among the young beautiful women dislocated with their faces already devoured by the mystery

Taking their senses
Through changing times and through times of criminal and mute
Our passion our legend
The hawks drifting in their drift.

If that purification of anger then to the point of panicking
as much as
You come against the nest
If seeing the servant with the ghosts of the chest des
Unless we enter into his ensumed as time
Of only lips that a capacity of eyes
Alum alone eat in the splendid iodide
Water from the splendid vessel greater water if you are the one who waits
Covertly they were algae in the name of gold
Experimental seats groups we would reconsider In
the Centauro
Avenue how they were arriving through the wild fez Of
wandering swimming in a splendid outburst
All mine in turns that will succumb without their eyes
Full of birds now saved from the
Where
his eyes succumb his eyes succumb to a retrospective eye
A Miniature eye inside where a truly adhesive eye

To do so is the evidence as petals FALL WITH TRUTH
never help you defend your love that the volcanoes of eyes
The Eyes try to devour and that is no one
Around you look at my accidental
Eyes falling the Eyes are seen the EYES full of public
The eyes closed the eyes open the supernatural eyes
that are covered with eyes and your eyes pass through your eyes
that pass YOUR EYES what’s wrong they are burned
They are hypnotized they are charred the Eyes they represent
They represent the fatigue the anger the Eyes Boarding Axes
Let go of me
Let go of me powerful hand defend me weak hand
Sort the hands his Eyes the screens the mars
The syllables that I sense divan of me in your eyes
His Eyes his eyelashes entirely surround this onyx paper
His Eyes flash like visible eyes SECRET EYES
His Eyes behind some eyes behind s of thousands of Eyes
Of hundreds of eyes that are derived from your hands
AND EYES in spite of me your eyes are surrounded by Eyes as if they were his eyes
The eyes that are surrounded by natural fascination of Avenging Eyes
Eye Cutters Death Death destruction of wall
Get used to it and you pass as Blindfolded eyes look at me I see directly SEE ME
See me eyes with Throat
Eyes martyrdom a Landscape of lime a shadow slides reaches
A shadow reaches bird an Eye reaches Eye
The extensive eyes of plants to eat and dream then
Botanical Eyes destroy all kinds of harmful
Eyes in the name of Expansion eyes.

:: 11.03.2023 ::

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October 18, 2023

NIGGA WIZARD

By EPRobles

I ate the cellphone from your heart
discovering a sweet taste of love
I ask, “lemme know…lemme know…”
how we could change each other’s life

On top of a game we’re the same
we s h o u l d   feel just the game
we’re comfortable so same!

I give you my presence so true
how lonely “no-good people” hurt
how only God says, “I can’t lose’em”
then this nigga says he’s a wizard
throwing coins at the Judas of this World
what?  30 pieces, I give you 100 coins b(itch.

I am the alligator running rivers in deep dense
—minds and your impression is a media post
to say you are crazy and beautiful

I can’t fallatio a screen with an image
of course my Wizard eats the energy of a soul
\how drugs/ and pills disregard the true feeling
of a life living in a blue sky locomotive ~~ riding
the rails of destiny beautiful soul.

Just sitting with the Crew of One
An injured creative
dreaming life
creating memories
so break  my heart
i pick up those pieces
and make a Picasso.

10.18.2023 ::

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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 deadβ€”
Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think!β€”
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! Β 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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