My world is deep and blue
Painted in a sad, cloudy hue.
Saturated by the dark of night.
Most brilliant in the morning light.
My world is so deeply blue.
I’ve started experimenting a little bit more with my poems and using AI to generate music. I still write the lyrics, but it’s scary what can be done, with a little bit of manipulation and meta tagging. Maybe I will become a rock star after all.
Start with stretchingwarming mental muscles,flexing fingers,preparing to pump. Lift lightcurling humorous limericks,rotating wrists,spinning slight words. Stack repsrepeating rhythm, pacing breath,lifting lines, breathing, breathing,building strength with each rep. Complete a setpressing words, tension tight,squatting theme, heavy, slow,splitting meaning between the lines. Lift heavyincreasing weight, gripping the bar,bursting power, push, push, push,extending limits, just one more rep….
The problem is all clear to see, Better ways to live, give, and be, Let me share some tips, my friend, A better life you’ll find in the end.Take a trip, explore the seas, Buy a book, indulge in ease. Learn to cook, bake delights, Discover joys of simple nights.Plant a tree, nurture growth, Adopt…
January craves sun’s cool embrace.February frost thaws as we chaseMarch steps into spring’s teasing song.April dances along, wakingMay in morning dew.June greets solstice sun anew.July heats up the pace, thenAugust showers relieve the place.September chills as nights grow cold,October leaves age red, orange, gold.November nip moves days indoors.December snow flutters… Write Tight Should it stay,…
When I was five,Stevie, Danny, and meMet under the big treeBy Danny’s house.Shovels in hand,We beganDiggingA very, very,Very bigHole. It wasn’t just any hole.It was going to beOur secret clubHouse.A cool spotUndergroundJust for usTo hide and playDay and nightFor the restOf our lives. Just whenThe holeWas about to getVery, very big,Danny’s momStopped whatWe were doing.She…
Am I enough?Is my torch(small, flickering, dim)enough to fightcongregating clouds?Will it lightmy unplanned path,fading hopeless,from deferred dreamsand freedom?Am I enough? Am I enough?Do I have strengthto stand against the tide,to replenish this arrid land,and allow all people be. Freedom callsfor our aid.Will I answer?Am I enough? Am I enough?Can I keep my spiritbright against encroaching…
The world’s too small toRestrict ourselves to what’s immediatelyAround us.Vacations canExpand our view and inform ourLove of diversity. Why Rough Drafts Matter An important part of writing is allowing yourself to write a rough draft, even if it feels mediocre. Sometimes sharing or saving those early attempts sparks new ideas later. The first version of Wanderlust was…
