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The Goddess of my hearthas stolen my senses.In the depth of her eyes, I fallnever to be foundfor her beauty is as infiniteas her love.
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I was kicking around with the idea of a glass ceiling. The preliminary was run through A.I. (Google Search) , mostly for entertainment purposes, but also to see if there is anything comparable. As I did I could see the possibility of a “Zero-Sum Situation” developing in the future. Will A.I’s capabilities outweigh human expression…
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In elementary school I was handed a blank canvas,some brushes and paint.Our teacher said, “paint something you learned”I decided to paint a Navajo dwellingsomewhere in the desert untouched by written history. In one hand I held a paletteblending the colors of a night sky.A memory sparked and inspiration ignitedwhat flowed through my heartflowed from my…
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The murmuration of poetsis God’s pupil.The depth of knowledgeinfinite.In the darkness’ abyss we existonly to find ourselvesin God’s light.
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I led a thirsty horse to an empty troughin a town without a name. Wrapped the horse’s lead around a wooden polethen stepped into the saloon.Cobwebs and poker chips littered the room.Overturned chairs and a broken piano left nothing for the imagination. Just another abandoned town with no story to tell. I step behind the bar.Old shelves…
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