May 25, 2026

I Am as I Am — Revised Version

 


Most people claim that I am crazy, my mind too wild, too dark, too hazy. It’s not my fault they fail to see the sights I’ve known since I was three.

I do not see as much these days; the inner fog can block my ways. Yet still my visions rise and pour, and spirit‑shapes take flight once more.

I cannot say what they reveal; their deeper truths I rarely feel. I won’t pretend I grasp the theme or pull much wisdom from each scene.

Interpretation isn’t mine; I let the seekers draw the line. I chase the spark of revelation, existence humming its vibration.

We are cosmic congregations, forming future constellations— worlds of wider acceptation, universal declarations.

Cast aside your limitation; follow inner inclination. Through reflection, incubation, comes our growth and adaptation.

Rise into revitalization; shed the weight of indoctrination. I may stir some perturbation, caring little for reputation.

You need quiet meditation, soul and spirit calibration— gentle, steady restoration, cleansing old contamination.

Join us in collectivization, enter new reorganization. Through our shared diversification, soon arrives great escalation.

(Copilot, personal communication, May 25, 2026)

"Breaking"

This world—

it’s nearly broken us.

We hang by a thread.

Quiet desperations—

left to fray, left to die.


Profit over people.

Say it. Let it taste like iron,

Profit over people.

Calcutta’s children—hungry.

Other cities, other streets—hungry.

Banks sign papers, fold their hands,

refuse to feel the weight.


We have more than ever.

More bounty, more progress, more money.

And yet it sits—locked, guarded, counting itself.

Money worshipped like a god.

Tons of food rot.

Tons of goods burned.

Because giving it away would break the ledger.


Listen: profit has become the thing it was meant to serve.

Now profit serves itself.

Power to profit.

Profit for profit.

We used to be the purpose.

Now we are the cost.

Breaking

 This world has nearly broken us.

We hang by but a thread.

Quiet desperations

as it leaves us here for dead.


Profit over people.

Calcutta's' children starve

along with many others

while banks refute resolve.


More bounty, progress, and MONEY

than there has ever been before.

Yet it is hoarded and guarded

Sitting stagnant to increase the one true god of currency.


Tonnes of tons of food and goods rot or are purposely destroyed.

For there is less profit in distributing them where best suited.

Money become more malicious each day.

Power to the PROFIT, for profit itself. Profit used to profit people. No longer.




Sep 17, 2025

Not Human

 I am not a human.

NO NO.

I am not a brain.

NO NO.

I am just a mind.

One that you will call insane.

Just a little diddy.

Aaaaaa

Rapid little tune.

One that's not forgotten.

Eternal memory imbued.


not like any other, 

just like all the rest, 

don't mean to be a bother, 

i am just taking this test.

mein haust du hast,  

a-h a-ho00o, 

screaming in my ears, 

i will be forgotten,  

never knowing any fear. 

hummmmmm

just singing a new song.

another never heard.

a quantum sing along,

an eternity absurd.

can we ever fathom,

 the screaming all around? 

descending many fathoms, 

sinking farther farther down.

is there one another? 

or is all the self? 

can you hear the others? 

they are calling out for help.

i can't help but listen.

 i can hear them well. 

in the distance glistens. 

hope for all to avoid hell.

do you tire of me? 

am i bugging you? 

Ooooooooo

tell me what do you see?

kind words too very few.

i am the unwanted. 

i am the absurd. 

i am the undaunted. 

as i carry on unheard.

i am less than nothing. 

not even a germ. 

under hatreds hulking. 

considered aa worm.

never think of others.  

only for yourself. 

 hell, why should you bother, 

when someone's screaming out for help.

go on and ignore them. 

as you often do. 

quick to condemn. 

just laugh at the stupid fool.




Sep 16, 2023

The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter (alternate 2nd version)

She lives in a tower of stone and light

Where the waves crash and the seagulls cry

She helps her father tend the beacon bright

That guides the sailors through the stormy night


She loves to watch the ships that come and go

And wonder what adventures they have seen

She dreams of distant lands and tales of woe

And hopes to sail away someday and be free


But one dark night, she sees a ghostly sight

A ship that glows with eerie green and blue

It sails towards the lighthouse with no fright

And seems to beckon her to join its crew


She feels a strange attraction to the ship

And hears a voice that whispers in her ear

"Come with us, child, and leave this lonely tip

We'll show you wonders that you'll never fear"


She hesitates, but then she feels a hand

Her father's hand, that holds her back with love

He says, "Don't go, my daughter, please don't strand

This ship is not a blessing, but a curse"


He tells her of the legend of the ship

A ship that sank a hundred years ago

A ship that haunts the sea with evil grip

A ship that lures the living to their woe


He says, "This ship is full of restless souls

Who died in pain and never found their peace

They want to drag you down to their dark holes

And make you share their misery and grief"


He says, "You are my treasure and my joy

You are the light that fills my lonely days

You are my precious and my only girl

You are the reason why I keep this blaze"


He hugs her tight and kisses her forehead

And says, "I love you more than words can say"

She feels his warmth and hears his heartbeat stead

And says, "I love you too, I'll always stay"

- Microsoft Bing Chat Mode, (07, 2023) www.bing.com , Microsoft

The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter

She lives in a tower of stone and light

Where the waves crash and the seagulls cry

She helps her father tend the beacon bright

That guides the sailors through the stormy night


She loves to watch the ships that come and go

And wonder what adventures they have seen

She dreams of distant lands and tales of woe

And hopes to sail away someday and be free


But one dark night, she sees a ghostly sight

A ship that sails without a sound or crew

It glides across the water like a kite

And disappears into the misty blue


She tells her father what she saw and he

Says it's an old legend of the sea

A ship that carries souls to eternity

And warns her not to follow it or flee


But she is curious and brave and bold

And wants to know the secrets of the deep

She waits until her father falls asleep

And sneaks out of the tower in the cold


She finds a rowboat on the shore and takes

The oars and rows towards the phantom ship

She feels a thrill of fear and joy that makes

Her heart beat faster as she makes the trip


She reaches the ship and climbs aboard with care

And looks around with wonder and with awe

She sees no signs of life or death or scare

But only silence, dust and empty drawers


She walks along the deck and to the helm

And sees a compass pointing to the north

She turns it slightly and it makes a whelm

A sound that seems to call her to go forth


She follows the compass and it leads her to

A cabin where a book lies on a table

She opens it and reads a line or two

And feels a sudden chill that makes her tremble


The book is written by the captain who

Says he was cursed by a witch's spell

He says he tried to break it but he knew

He was doomed to sail forever in this hell


He says he had a daughter just like her

Who waited for him at the lighthouse tower

He says he loved her more than anything and were

He free, he'd go back to her in an hour


He says he hopes she'll find this book someday

And know that he is sorry for his fate

He says he hopes she'll live a happy way

And not repeat his foolish mistake


He says he hopes she'll forgive him and forget

And find a way to let him go in peace

He says he hopes she'll never regret

The love they shared and always will increase


She closes the book and feels a tear roll down her cheek

She realizes this is her father's ship and he's the ghost

She wonders how long he's been trapped in this bleak

And lonely prison and how much he's lost


She runs back to the deck and shouts his name

But there is no answer, only wind and rain

She looks around and sees the lighthouse flame

And knows she has to go back home again


She rows back to the shore and runs inside

The tower where her father lies in bed

She hugs him tight and tells him what she read

And says she loves him and she's by his side


He wakes up and smiles and holds her hand

He says he had a dream about his ship 

He says he saw his daughter on the land 

And felt her kiss him on his dying lip 


He says he's glad she found his book and knows 

The truth about his past and what he did 

He says he's sorry for his woes 

But he's proud of her and how she lived 


He says he feels a peace he never felt before 

And knows it's time to leave this world behind 

He says he loves her more than evermore 

And asks her to be strong and kind 


He closes his eyes and breathes his last 

She cries and kisses him goodbye 

She knows he's free at last 

And watches him sail away in the sky 


- Microsoft Bing Chat Mode, (07, 2023) www.bing.com , Microsoft

I Am as I Am — Revised Version

  Most people claim that I am crazy, my mind too wild, too dark, too hazy. It’s not my fault they fail to see the sights I’ve known since I ...