Some poets don’t need to be read
no competition
no offense to the poets
sigh… but I’m tired
A.I chat bots vs Human conversation
artificially
sigh… art is officially
dead, destroyed and gone
and even when it seems all hope is lost
I hope it matters
because I believe in us
being Gods image
should I just build the wall…
how can I not care?
how can I just give it up?
because it feels fake!
Neo in the Truman Show
the world I live in
no not a simulation
just systematic
we are all just entertainment
sigh… women lying
sigh… men digging in trash cans
and then there’s me… sigh
I have no time to argue
is this truly it?
I use to believe in faith
and I still believe
the imperfection in perfection
but I doubt you all
sigh… even in Gods likeness
we still come up short
I don’t know what matters anymore
time and time again
i wonder what is the point
credit, fame or love
in the end I still love you…
salute to artist
there is no me without you
but enough of me…