• Poems


    In the depths of ancient forests, where shadows dance and mysteries reside,
    Their spirits intertwined with the essence of the wild, a bond so pure and true,
    In harmony with the whispers of the wind and the melodies of the tide,
    Protectors of the fauna and flora, they keep the balance anew.
    They shield the mountains, the valleys, the rivers that run through.
    Where secrets of the wild unfold, we shall happily pay their fares
    They invite us to embrace the uncharted, to find solace in nature's lairs,
    In their enchanted domain, we uncover the key to living,
    To mend the bonds we've neglected, to open our hearts and let nature pour.
    Perhaps we have missed the simple joys that come from giving
    To rediscover our connection to nature's core, the wisdom of folklore.
    And to cherish the timeless tales, uncovering the knowledge that they store
    Trolls, the guardians of nature, stand tall with an unwavering stride. 
    May we find our way back to the earth alongside our own nature’s guide.
    Friday April 12, 2024
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    Amidst the cosmic dance, an eclipse takes stage,
    Planets form from dust and gas, a stellar birthright,
    A celestial event, written on history's page.
    Bound by gravity's embrace, a cosmic might.
    Circling stars in orbits grand and bright.
    A rare alignment, Earth, Moon, and Sun converge,
    Shadows cast, a celestial merge.
    Humanity, a mere speck on the cosmic scale,
    Yet we dream of things much larger than our own,
    Contemplating existence, so fragile and frail.
    Curiosity drives us to explore the unknown,
    Seeking truths that the universe has shown.
    The burden of celestial bodies in a sea of emptiness,
    Amidst the void, amongst the forgiven, a kindness.
    Tuesday April 9, 2024
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    We are but a single spark in the vast expanse of time
    Our eyes, full of boundless wonder, gaze into the unknown
    A solitary drop, lost within the cosmic dark sublime
    Our spirits, once united, now torn asunder and alone
    Amidst the sea of knowledge, we struggle to find our way
    Yet as we navigate this vast and complex array
    The limits of human cognition, a boundary we should cross?
    Our hubris drives us forward, no matter what the cost
    What is the measure of perfection, a flawless design?
    Can imperfect beings create, in their own image, divine?
    If tools of creation are bound to the maker's mind
    Inherent imperfections, in the outcome, we'll find
    In this final act of creation, we stand on the brink
    Is it the death of creativity, or a new dawn we think?
    Our greatest tool, born from the depths of our collective mind
    A testament to our ingenuity, or a farewell resigned?
    Sunday April 7, 2024
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    In the heart of a valley, a monolith stands tall, A narrow, towering rock, defying nature’s call. Surrounded by walls that seem to touch the sky, The massive rock reaches up, as if to fly.

    Rays of light dance upon the grassy floor, Casting shadows that stretch and grow evermore. The rocks, like giants, loom in the distance, Their presence commanding, with an air of insistence.

    The trees, oh the trees, they too reach great heights, Competing with the rock for the valley’s delights. Their branches sway gently in the whispering breeze, As if sharing secrets amongst the leaves.

    The scene is a wonder, a sight to behold, A symphony of nature, a story untold. The rock, the walls, the grass, and the trees, All playing their part in this grand masterpiece.

    In this valley of marvels, time seems to stand still, As the massive rock watches over, silent and still. A testament to the power of nature’s might, Forever standing tall, in the valley’s soft light.

    Friday April 5, 2024
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    In realms of thought, two languages reign:
    The poet's verse, the mathematician's claim.
    Words, alive with context and hue,
    Numbers, abstract, precise and true.
    A word, a vessel for meaning's fleet,
    Connotations shift with each heartbeat.
    "Love" and "hate," such simple signs,
    Yet stir the soul with their designs.
    But numbers, symbols of logic's art,
    Immutable, play a different part.
    A "2" is "two," in every land,
    Its meaning fixed, like grains of sand.
    We imbue our symbols with such power,
    Words can make us laugh or dour.
    Numbers, too, hold sway over our lives,
    In ledgers, formulas, and fiscal dives.
    Yet in the end, it's the mind that assigns
    The weight and worth of these written lines.
    Words and numbers, mere symbols on a page,
    Until we grant them meaning's stage.
    So let us ponder, in this mortal dance,
    The import we give to these symbols of chance.
    For in the realm of meaning's sway,
    It is we who wield the final say.
    Thursday April 4, 2024
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    The week's just started, much to do,
    Meetings, deadlines and tasks accrue.
    Wednesday brings a glimmer of hope,
    Halfway through, we start to cope.
    Thursday's better, Friday's near,
    The weekend's close, we persevere.
    Sweet Saturday, our greatest treasure
    Let loose, unwind, our passions pleasure
    Sunday funday feeding our soul
    A lazy morning into an afternoon stroll
    As for Tuesday the wretched beast,
    We'll grin and bear you, to say the least.
    Tuesday April 2, 2024
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    When an embrace of peace,
    All our troubles may cease
    Into the stillness of the night
    All our thoughts take flight
    Under a deep calm, a healing soothing balm
    Rest our sanctuary for the soul, making us whole
    In the darkess of our minds, where unspoken truths unwind
    The inevitable surrender, a gentle fall, into sleep’s inviting, silent call.
    Monday April 1, 2024
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    In the whirl of life's unceasing dance,

    Where everything shifts in a glance,

    Though change happens like the tide,

    Be like the dude who abides

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    Tuesday November 28, 2023
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    We need a new Salt Bae.

    Crystals of the sea,

    Flavor's dance, life's sustenance,

    Whispers on the breeze.


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    Monday May 1, 2023
  • Art



    The Perils of Capitalism: A Warning in Verse

    Capitalism, a system that once promised wealth,
    Has now brought forth a life unfelt.
    Greed and exploitation, its toxic roots entwine,
    Leaving behind a world that's lost its shine.
    The rich get richer while the poor are left to fall,
    Their hopes and dreams are crushed under capitalism's thrall.
    The earth is plundered for the sake of endless growth,
    Leaving behind a legacy of environmental woe.
    Oh, the perils of capitalism, a warning to us all,
    Break free from its grasp before it's too late to call.

    llbbl // gpt

    Friday February 24, 2023
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    The Specter of Death: An Ode to Our Mortal Coil

    The specter of Death, a shadow that creeps,
    Lurking in the shadows where none of us sleep.
    An inescapable fate that comes for us all,
    A silent reminder that we are but mere mortals.
    It whispers in our ears, a haunting refrain,
    Reminding us of life's fleeting nature and pain.
    With bony fingers, it beckons us near,
    Its grip tightens with each passing year.
    But though its shadow may loom large and grim,
    We need not fear, for we are more than flesh and limb.
    Our memories, our love, will live on in the hearts of those we knew,
    And Death's embrace, though final, is just a passage to a new.

    llbbl // gpt

    Tuesday February 14, 2023
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    The Corp

    An edgeless corporation stands tall and proud,
    With profits as their only guiding shroud.
    Capitalist greed drives their every move,
    With no regard for those they choose to remove.
    They dominate the market with their might,
    Their power grows with each passing night.
    They gobble up the competition with ease,
    Leaving workers struggling just to survive in peace.
    The people at the top, they live in luxury,
    While those below, they work in poverty.
    The divide between the rich and poor grows wide,
    As the edgeless corporation takes and takes with pride.
    They sell their products with a dazzling grin,
    Concealing the true cost of their deadly sin.
    The environment, the workers all but ignored,
    As the almighty dollar becomes their Lord.
    But one day, the people will rise and say,
    "No more will we be pawns in your capitalist play."
    They'll stand together, hand in hand,
    And demand a better world, a brighter land.
    So let us all work to break these chains,
    And build a future free from greed and pains.
    An edgeless corporation may bring wealth,
    But it's up to us to ensure their power is felt.

    - llbbl // gpt -

    Saturday February 11, 2023