Artificial Intelligence

is the talk of the day,

robots taking our jobs away,

leaving humanity

buried in history.

Intelligence, I dare say

comes from Nature, our DNA,

not from silicone microchips

implanted in robots to mimic me.

The smallest amoeba

is more intelligent

than any microchip, no matter how big.

Silicon life would have developed eons ago,

when carbon life started to grow.

Artificial intelligence,

another scheme of dark money

to degrade humanity?

Its bind is relentless

Not enough is wanting more

More is an alluring power

That is a neverending score

If we only knew it has ruined many souls

For its worth is not our value

That we place in how much we hold

If we have none we are thought worthless

Our value based on a thing

It does not feel or breathe

Nor fill a basic need

If only we could see we need it not to live

Everything is here on Earth

For our God to give

Happiness is within ourselves

Let it out to be seen

Never let it be determined by how much you hold of the Green.

Tari True

Come at me, and I will fight,

Knee and elbow, punch and bite.

Trying to hurt me? Impolite.

You've awakened Forever Blight.

And worse than even Forever Blight?

Try hiding my words out of sight.

Shut me up? Here's my spite:

I WRITE.

I WRITE.

I WRITE.

I WRITE.

At the first, we were enemies.

I hated you for all you took from me.

You stole my flowers, my languid afternoons lounging beside the pool, the bite of summer sun on my skin– a heat that warmed me to the corners of my soul. You hid away the sunset behind blankets of mist and gloom. You crushed the ripeness of blackberries in your wicked palm, leaving behind nothing but stains of purply hue: shadows for evil deeds to hide amongst. You encroached upon my blissful ignorance, my late-night car rides with warm wind whipping my hair. The shiver of your touch gripped the breath of song from my lungs, wrenching away my notes of joy, and leaving seeds of crystalline dread instead. A silence. A heaviness. A death and deliverance into darkness.

I mourned for all I had lost, all you had ripped away, and I fell into despair, blown away on the wind like the last of summer’s dandelion wishes.

That’s when I saw it.

That’s when I saw you, cloaked in your regal robes of curdling red– exactly the color of the maple leaves that fluttered softer than a song to the dampness of earth. And I realized, now that the brightness of summer wasn’t straining my eyes, I could really look at you.

You. were. Beautiful.

I felt you steal into my heart, then.

The searing heat of summer was replaced with the slow bloom of a candle flaming to life in the darkness. The flame flickered as I breathed in all of your scent: the sweetness of fermenting fruit underlain with a heavenly rot. You showed me then, that my heart was not for the flowers. My heart was for you, in all of your splendor. You killed the flowers, but you turned the trees to glory. A million shades of warmth and wonder in synchrony with naked branches greeting a sunrise sky. You brought me clouds and raindrops to dance along my skin. You swallowed up all that was summer in a tide of mud puddles and rivers roaring back to life.

When you delivered the day into darkness, you played a light show across the clouds, giving me sunset shades that summer had never once shown me.

You. It was you. Always you.

You gave me night. And I fell into you, curling beneath blankets together and watching the light of a moon so overripe it must certainly burst– but it didn’t. You painted the world in long, moonlit shadows and dead things whispered to me from beneath your cloak. But I was not afraid, because I was with you, and you knew me, even before I loved you. You waited patiently for me to fall out of love with summer, to fold into you, home, at last.

And now that I’ve seen you, I will never love another. For who could offer so much as you? Who could speak to my shadows the way you do? Who could chill me to the bone and heat me in embrace like you? There is none for me but you.

You, October, have stolen my heart, now and forevermore.

I strive to blend, like a chameleon unseen,

In the tapestry of life, where I aim to convene,

To walk in shadows, unnoticed and calm,

But sometimes, I break the silence, like a sudden alarm.

I laugh too loud, my steps too swift,

In the stillness of the crowd, a distinct shift,

I speak in peculiar ways, my words a unique blend,

At those moments, I long to blend, to seamlessly transcend.

Yet, in these abnormalities, I find,

A palette of colors in the canvas of my mind,

For though I yearn to blend, to be just like the rest,

It's these vibrant hues that make me, at my best.

So I'll embrace the moments, when I stand apart,

As a chameleon in the crowd, with a colorful heart,

For in these unique shades, I'll find my own way,

To blend when I wish, and stand out, come what may.