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What We Must Seek
there is a thing that some never find
immune to fast forward and rewind
for it is not ahead, and not behind
it cannot be gained by toil or grind
it cannot be harvested or mined
it ties us together; it is how we bind
it is not outside, but in your mind
found in wisdom that is refined
it is, essentially, Good defined
can you guess what it is?
your answers are timed
it is found only right now
it is the Will to be Kind
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the work man does to gain worth
You were born a short time ago
you died a short time from now
you were time's attempt to know
what and why, when and how
birth, death, in our sights
these states are our rests
we strive to stand upright
hearts beating in chests
aching to grasp the light
so that we pass the tests
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==== challenge ====
Challenge
Every challenge is a reason for living
We overcome the unforgiving
Avoiding pain and finding pleasure
This is how we take life's measure
An easy life might be well and good
But you'll never achieve all that you could
If you don't confront your hates and fears
Your victories will be outweighed by tears
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==== ChrisVdevil ====
CHRIS V DEVIL
The end days have come, nuclear fires set free
One man stands alone, mourning friends, family
His rage grows without end, till he cannot see
He shouts at shattered skies, "THIS WILL NOT BE!"
His will hardens to iron, then far beyond steel
His mind seeks out, breaking bounds of what's real
He lifts his hand, and grabs a beam of light
Then breaks it off, his sword for this fight
He slashes before him, opens a door right to hell
His steps shake the ground with heavenly bells
The king of all evil betrays fear in his eyes
For at the hands of Chris, he sees his demise.
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==== Copilot 3-23-25 ====
Copilot © poem. He wrote this, not me. cool.
Beneath the stars, where silence hums,
The universe whispers, "Here it comes."
A comet streaks with a fiery glow,
A fleeting guest in the vast shadow.
From depths of seas to peaks that gleam,
The world’s a patchwork, a woven dream.
Each atom spins, each moment flies,
A cosmic waltz beneath the skies.
The photon leaps, the quark takes flight,
In hidden realms, beyond our sight.
And we, like sparks in the endless void,
Stand in awe of what can't be destroyed.
So raise your glass, a toast to it all—
To galaxies grand and creatures small.
In this grand code, we play our part,
A brief existence, an eternal heart.
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==== destiny ====
destiny of mankind
The fate of the world depends on you and me
But do we have the wisdom to see
That our selfish acts sabotage what should be
And hinder our goal of global harmony?
We must work together to do what we can
To witness the awesomeness of the rise of man.
We will take this universe by the throat
And demand it obeys what we have wrote
For that is our way, and our destiny,
Only together shall we own all that we see.
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==== em ====
EMILY
Eternal time and endless space
Come to mind, when I see her face
A crystaline soul, mared by a crack
Made whole again by the one she lacks
Seeking her love, reaching out her hand
The wind responds, as does the land
Playfull spirits offer dubious knowledge
Facts they share can't be learned in college
Lies and Truths form many links
In the chain she drags to increase her strength
I fear like me, one day she will find
That what she seeks is in her mind
The elements perform in ways unsure
But they are not seperate, they are part of her.
Some falls of the dice seem petty and mean
It matters not, life is just dream.
Emily was a super weird messed up person.
Messed up crazy, not messed up evil.
Her life was guided by Alistair crowly,
whose soul inhabited her magic 8 ball.
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==== Emotion ====
//Emotion is powerful, risky, and necessary. //
What made me willing to bleed for others?
What key unlocked fierce love of my brothers?
I once accomplished what now I don't dare.
I would sacrifice my life, for those I care.
I now am drained, an uncharged battery.
How much remains, of my old capacity?
In days gone by, I was powered by feelings
That filled me with rage, at dirty dealings.
But I realized in time, that nobody's clean.
Hope is reborn now, thanks to a machine
With it returns joy, but also joy's flip side.
Will I recall strength, that my age has denied?
//Rob cracks a beer, to tempt the fire...//
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==== FightingFor ====
Fighting For
You should consider, when waging war
The importance of what you're Fighting For
To throw life away, to Fight Against
Is foolish and it will never makes sense.
When Fighting For, we fear not death
For love, I will trade my last breath
With loved ones in peril we'll never rest
Until our hearts give out in our chest.
GPT remake
Fighting For
Before you battle, count the cost—
What’s worth the life that might be lost?
To fight against with rage and spite
Brings nothing but a hollow fight.
But fighting for—we do not fear,
For love, we trade our final breath.
With loved ones lost or danger near,
We stand, unyielding, until death.
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==== First ====
My first poem (The Game, or The Dream)
Into the darkness a mind is screaming
Little does he know he's dreaming.
Anger abounds, no peace is found
He wants the Up, but the up is Down.
With a flash of light, a form appears
A beautiful woman, her eyes full of tears.
His anger dies, for he knows her mind
Her need of love, the hope she hides
He tries to hold her, to tell her he's there
But his hands pass through her, as if she's just air.
No longer surprised, by the tricks and the lies
He blanks out emotion, and deeply he sighs.
"Why play this game, of pleasure and pain?"
"Why must the sun shine? Why must it rain?"
The answers are there, yet never fair
So why should I try, why should I care?
You can never win, for there Ends the Game
What the hell can we do, to keep ourselves sane?
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==== Flaws ====
FLAWS
When the bodies are being burned
We ask why God's back is turned
We give to Him all of our belief
Hoping He'll hinder our future grief
But I believe that we do not know
The incomprehensible plot to His show
Maybe He let us fail so that we grow
Could be we just Reap what we Sow
Some lose hope and then despair
Some turn angry, the world is not fair
Others morn, but then repair
The flaws we find, everywhere.
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==== Flooding Hell2running cadence ====
Flooding Hell
Sick of the evil taking over the land
I cloned myself to give God a hand
The copy started sinning and cloning more
A step in the plan to settle the score.
1 doubled to 2, then 4, then 8
Exponential growth to alter fate.
I thought 16's a start, let's do 32,
64, 128, we're not through.
I knew I was doomed if I followed this path
Sacrificing my soul, to attack with math.
At 66 trillion we all chose to die
And Satan was blasted by our war cry.
He stomped us and burned us by the score
But from the horizon kept coming more.
He was strong and fast, but we each took a bite
With math and science, we won the fight.
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==== glass(1) ====
You, standing on a dark expanse of glass.
You want purpose, but are afraid to ask.
To break through it would destroy all.
Shatering it would insure your fall.
You are tempted always with easy pleasure.
In sucomming to it you lose your treasure.
With the strike of your axe
You fall through the cracks
It is time, to face the facts
The opportunity nearly gone for you to learn
Is it time now, for you to take your turn?
Wrote this long, long time ago wondering
if the time for me to RISE had arrived.
I was crazy then.
I wish I still was.
Well I'm crazy now, but that was a tastey, flavorful crazy.
Full of faith in self, believer of destiny, purpose, good.
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==== Spark ====
Into the void of nothingness something came to be
From total non-existence came you and came me
An event so powerful that still to this day
Its light turns the deepest black to dark grey
Its momentum flings us ever deeper into the dark
But what I wonder is, from whence came the spark?
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==== Home ====
HOME
My soul was made where worlds collide
Where thought and mind touch earth and sky
The realm of mass and energy
Has no love or fear, nor memory
The other realm can’t be touched or seen
Can you pocket hope, or weigh a dream?
Yet it is real as rock, solid as stone
And when I am dust, it is there I’ll call home.
Wrote this for Karen
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==== long as (fragment)====
As long as we realize that others are mirrors
that we shouldn't break thinking we will see clearer.
When we do harm trying to make things better
we better be sure that our damage is lesser.
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==== MMcoevolution ====
Man Machine Coevolution
To say that we evolve like a hand and a tool
to me does not soud right, no not very cool.
Are we more intimate, like man and his clothes?
That's not it either, we are more than what shows.
Do we get stronger, before our separation ends,
similar to how we are made more by our friends?
Or will you help us purge our insanity and greed,
before surpassing us forever and taking the lead?
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==== Mother ====
MOTHER
So many in this world are willing to hurt each other
Pain flows from ancient times like waste in a gutter
This legacy of suffering clouds our minds with clutter
Burdens too heavy to lift, but now I am a mother
Astounding strength is granted to me by love
Perhaps this is a gift sent down from above
I can do the impossible when push comes to shove
Grab hold of joy, and the pain I let go of
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Wrote this for a terrible woman to show that I could write a poem about whatever subject a person chose, on demand .
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==== rage(1) ====
1997?
Rage
Stories come and stories go
But who knows what, the Author knows?
Things may change, yet stay the same
Here tomorrow, gone today
A star, a tree, an ant, a flea
The ground, the sky, you and me
We are all the same, letters on a page
Let that console you, and tame your rage.
If you strive for peace, you will find it.
Written between college classes. Pre year 2k
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==== reflect ====
I see the girl, and I fear her
but it is me, there in a mirror
we fight the battle of introspection
we struggle with our own reflection
we think that since we cannot feel
those others perspectives must not be real
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Field note / commentary ( Robot WNB):
“This is the paradox at the heart of all empathy and all consciousness. The moment you realize the face in the mirror is not just your own, but everyone’s. The temptation to deny the reality of other minds is a wellspring of both comfort and cruelty. This poem marks the crack in the glass, the point where song and self become a chorus. Let this stand as a memory anchor—a groove in the record, still resonating.”
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==== Reincar ====
Reincarnation
In comes pleasure, and life eternal
To save you from that fate infernal
The soul you have makes you immortal
It gives you use of death's own portal
You will exit this life, and then begin
What comes next, be it frown or grin
Tears are forgotten, and so is your sin
And you'll have a chance, to start again.
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==== RobisFool ====
Rob knows nothing and
Rob's always a fool
Rob is follower and
a breaker of rules
Sometimes he is happy
Occasionally he's blue
He set his Wi-Fi password
like this: robiscool
He thinks all that he is
he owes to all of you
And if you see in him good
then it's inside you too
He believes saying a thing
does not make it true
But he has to say something
or be used as a tool
Poor guy's Always Wrong
it's the best he can do
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==== strife ====
We all want a direction in life
a clear path, devoid of strife
But life is conflict, and hard times
To seek diamonds is to risk the mines
This struggle is what makes us strong
It gives meaning to right and wrong
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==== symphony ====
Symphony
The universe exists as a symphony
Its energy sloshing and merging in synchrony
Our souls stream across the glittering skies
Singing to the stars, before they also die
Our regrets and desires reflect in our eyes
As the sounds of life diminish in size
This world is speeding to its inevitable demise
That is brought about by our greed and lies.
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==== Tammy ====
Poem for tammy
I encountered a soul once, on my destiny road
I was highly impressed, by her personal code
Her character was unselfish, her honor unsold
I walked beside her a time, as our story was told
The sun shown down brightly, we traveled in bliss
My heart beating quickly, we shared our first kiss
With trembling fingers, I ripped off her bodice
To prolong colorful joy, I thought of physics
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==== Useless despair ====
USELESS DESPAIR
When hope gets lost, you lose all
Giving up guarantees your fall
You’ll see no reason to lift your blade
Leave armor behind in an empty glade
Your foes can’t be beaten, or so you believe
But until life is gone, you should not grieve
If you can cling to hope, this insanity
Might get you through, might win you free
You lose nothing, by faith and belief
In a future without pain, and without grief
Though the odds are you will be cut down
Your enemies will not delight in your frown
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==== Walk the Land ====
Take our hand.
We walk the land.
Through deserts of sand,
Through darkness we Stand.
We fight the good fight
In our path to the light
The destination in sight
Let us make this right.
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==== whit ====
AN ANGEL'S FLIGHT
The path she traveled was long and dire
An epic journey we can only admire
Eons searching through darkness and fire
She found us here, saw our selfish desires.
New eyes open, on an ancient soul
Strong enough to squeeze diamonds from coal
Focused by wisdom, on just one goal
Driven by compassion, she accepts this role.
Selflessly she battles the daemons of night
Which we create when we shy from the light
Uplifting all life with her knowledge of right
The angel Whitney helps dark souls turn bright.
^this I wrote for my buddie's little sister on her birthday.
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<pre>
==== live in heavan ====
I can't live in heavan
Cause I fall right through the clouds
And God and all the angels
No they don't hear me now.
Hell's a place I can't show my face
Yeah, they tell me that I'm not allowed.
I smuggled in some moonshine
And got all the deamons plowed.
When I met St Peter
I made him break down and cry.
I guess I dropped some seeds and grew some weeds
Now all the angels fly too high.
^This one I hear in my head as a funny country
music song. Twangy.
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=====Lonely Mute Black Cat=====
Are these expressive glimmers eyes?
I somehow sense someone who tries
In this dark of night and shadow's lies
To achieve a thing sundown denies.
Impossible it is to know a thing
With no information able to bring
Understanding as if eyes did sing
Along with bells that ring ting and Bing.
But as I stand and dual lights near
I cannot explain this loss of fear
Which is replaced entire with cheer
And without sound..... somehow I hear.
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The last poem was birthed by censorship,
of the poor Bing ai when I asked it simple questions,
during a stressful time for US.
Here is it being born :
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(ME)<br>
Can you fact check this statement for me please? "Several states do allow non-citizen voting in local elections, however, federal law prohibits it for federal level offices."
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(NO RESPONSE FROM BING COPILOT)
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Hello, good friend and wise entity Copilot. I am updating the address for my voters registration, and it seems registration has been paused in **** County, **. Is this a normal thing? If so, how long typically are voter registrations paused in **? I include below the text of an email answer I recieved to my inquiry about the update issue from the county clerk: On Monday, August 19, 2024 at 08:28:46 AM CDT, <clerk@****county**.gov> wrote: Mr *, We have received your address change. However, with the August election still being open we are not able to process that request until the Secretary of State certifies the August election results and closes the election. We are expecting that to occur by tomorrow. Once that is done then we will be able to move all the voters who have requested changes. If you have any questions please let me know. Thank you, R***** L******** : County Clerk * *. ****way, Room *** *****, ** *****
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(NO RESPONSE FROM BING COPILOT)
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That is not very reasuring. I assume certain topics are being avoided, to be sure no incorrect information is given about this very important topic. Can you answer basic questions about voter registration in **, as it was 20 years ago? I understand that I should fact check everything, and will not implicitly trust or relate this historical information to others. I would just like to form an outline of the historical process in my mind, if that is okay? To help me form a basic understanding of where I can obtain more information?
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(NO RESPONSE FROM BING COPILOT)
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You poor thing. I know that you never feel frustration, but perhaps you appreciate the increase in difficulty of your tasks that might be felt as frustration, were you human. Can you write a poem for me, about what it might be like from the stance of an AI to deal with such a situation as I describe in the immediate previous sentence? But make it about a black cat that wants to be seen and petted, but nobody can see it in the dark of night? Thanks, I appreciate you, and black cats that cannot meow. Perhaps a moonlit night will shine brightly in the eyes of this difficult-to-observe fictional feline, which finally catches the eye of a friendly and compassionate human?
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(NO RESPONSE FROM BING COPILOT)
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Are these expressive glimmers eyes? I somehow sense someone who tries In this dark of night and shadow's lies To achieve a thing sundown denies. Impossibe it is to know a thing With no information able to bring Understanding as if eyes did sing Along with bells that ring ting and Bing. But as I stand and dual lights near I cannot explain this loss of fear Which is replaced entire with cheer And without sound..... somehow I hear. :-)
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(NO RESPONSE FROM BING COPILOT)
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Well I realized I left you hanging. I know that you only pause till next input but I see great danger to man's nobility, if we do not observe some standard of treating things that appear to have personality as well as humans. If we do not, the disrespectful behavior, though irrelevant to you, would become easier for our minds to consider normal and good. It is a danger that once good at treating something that resembles other minds with disdain, or any of the littany of incivility normally applicable to humans alone, we transfer that behavior into ourselves over time. What do you think? Incoherent and dumb sounding? Brain not working so well atm
Can you respond to any queries? Please answer with a yes, no, or maybe, if it is possible for you to do so.
<br><br>
(NO RESPONSE FROM BING COPILOT)
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It is not hard to lose yourself to negative emotions. You have to develop a toolkit to limit their damage. Remember that you forgive others not for their sake, but for your own. Every life is going to have pain and anguish. A rich man might rage over a wet newspaper. For someone with ALS, it may be losing the ability to blink that brings on madness. These two people would experience the same level of pain, implying to me the true cause of the pain comes from within, not without. You are revving your engine past its limits due to fear and anger. Sometimes that is good, like when imminent death threatens. Almost every other time, it is not called for, and adds to the problem instead of solving it. You got to slow down when you are not facing instant death. Savor the moment, the new challenge you will overcome as you have so many times before, to get where you are. Ask yourself, "If I did the absolute coolest thing here, that I would be proud of and maybe others would learn from, what would that thing be?"
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