Being Replaced…by AI

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This topic has been hitting some cords lately and as the new digital proliferation is slowly but surely taking over, humans are quickly embracing this change, and while doing so they are also slowly, but definitely getting rid of Human Intelligence; which was the word 10 or so years ago. Fast Forward 10 years, Human Intelligence, Human Resources, Emotional Intelligence will become relatively redundant, while being replaced with chatbots, algorithms, AI…ChatGPT and whatever other technologies that will come along.

Being Replaced

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Dedicated to my Aunt on my birthday…

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A Poem. Flirting with Words…

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Living Matters…

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A never ending story of bad against good, of wars and hunger, of inflation and disasters, of disease and infections, of man made bankruptcies . When will this end?

The Superpower Designer and Me

History books promised an end to humanity’s misery, and people are still awaiting. Generation after generation, time after time, centuries pass and they are all still awaiting peace and answers.

Different stories, different times, yet the same ill results. Will this darkness ever come to an end?

I watched a movie the other day and it really stirred up a lot of emotions, when a little girl asked her mother, “why us? why isn’t everyone effected the same way? Why do we as a family have to suffer more?”. If only her mother knew what the answer to that deep question was. That was a little girl asking the universe for a fair chance of living. She just wanted to enjoy her childhood, eat that ice cream, buy that toy, wear those warm clothes, go to that school, live in that safe neighborhood,, So if the universe is here to answer people’s deepest desires and manifest them in life…why is the universe open to hear some desires and others not? In some cases, a whole nation that is under tyranny is praying, fighting, passionately demanding universal rights, the freedom to live, all in one voice and the universe ironically manifests into pressuring them to give up? Again another question comes to mind if the universe works on Karma why then isn’t karma working on the bad people? Why?

Freedom to live must not be mandated by a denomination, or sect or credited by another entity, freedom to live is as holy as the earth rotating and the movement of the universe in their own right.

Tell me universe, isn’t it getting boring seeing more sadness in the world? Isn’t it time to change and start answering more of peoples’ prayers and making faith stand on a stronger ground? Moving mountains, is what we were told, a grain of mustard we were told, isn’t it time to make this happen? Why does it have to take long, just like any person who lived on this earth we were taught that life is a cycle, and we usually believe in the wisdom of our ancestors and our seniors, and some of my close family members who are not with us anymore today, just a year ago, believed that things will get better, things will turnaround, this dark cloud will not last, and guess what they left us, and they were still holding onto those beliefs. They might be in a better place, but when I think of them and hear their faithful words and hopefulness, I get upset again, they didn’t leave this world a better place, it is getting darker by the day, hopeless by the hour. This is not news, this is data. Numbers don’t lie. Do these words make sense to you? Inflation, disease, wars, joblessness, poverty.

And then I want to simplify and justify their beliefs, by looking at it from a magnifying glass, and trying to interpret the big picture from the stance we are at, I will not call it living, because we are visitors and we will transition anytime. Living is meant to be limitless, eternal and unmanaged by another human but a super powerful power that transcends the earth, the universe and all beings. I like to define it all as follows:

Designed to function in a very mystical way, the universe.

Designed to make the earth function in service of living beings, the seasons.

Designed to create balance in the oxygen that we breath, the Flaura and fauna.

Designed to ensure gravity is maintained the ebb and flow

Designed to protect it all, human

The Designer, The Universe, God

In The Arms Of The Ocean..

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In the arms of the ocean

I want to be…

Denied love and passion 

My heart stopped beating

Ever since promises he never made real

We were young, and all I saw in his eyes were dreams and visions of love stories of togetherness

Time proved to me it was all an illusion

And as I looked closer

I realised how indifferent he became

And so,

Every year I died a bit more,

And how much more can one die?

Imprisoned in a life without love or passion

In a denial

Is a simple insult to life, to dreams, shattered as days passed by

In the arms of the ocean

I want to be

Embraced forever

Promised a horizon of eternity

Never let down by its ebb and flo

Not even, when the moon is full and her waves shaketh our living souls

Her light will be my hope

In the arms of the ocean, I will, I will be alive, in love, and forever happy in his arms

 

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Disconnected…

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Although all the channels are present 

With all that they have in common

A space is lost in the connection

You become a foreigner in your own land

Alienated from the lack of conversation 

Abandoning your physical existence simply preferring an alternative 

Disoriented, lost, you still wander around figuring out this illusion 

Time, dimensions, connections, contacts

A relation, a trigger to recalibrate 

To fix that perception and allow you to continue along the way 

Interrupted by a noise deliberately shaking your existence 

It becomes a lack of interest, in an overpromised sphere

Summoned by a tale that it is just a myth

A truth in disarray or a foe in a costume

Daring you to step up and tell

Tell the tale of travesty or tell it all as it is

Raw, rich unburdened by the facade

The details are not amiss, the substance is 

Decisions to be made not so subtle anymore

Devouring your mental state

You decide

Im better off …disconnected

Full Stop…

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Ever since I can remember, I had a special connection with words. As a child I mastered the art of holding a pen, it was my wand, I felt empowered, happy, free, liberated, every time I wrote. I wrote poems, reflections, visions, stories, I even wrote glimpses of my future. Yes I did. At that time, I had never heard of a dream board.

Although one might argue a future is but a destiny. For me, the future was my destination. I loved mythology, fairy tales, and adventure… so I wrote my future with hope, and lots of expected adventure and learnings, but as a writer, I forgot or maybe I intended to keep an open ending.

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The End of a Relationship…

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Stories that are close to my heart, and the cause of its failure. We all die one day. I died sooner.

Words that were never meant

Hopes never sent

A glimpse of light

To an overburdened heart

Dreamy like all forms of art

Feelings dismantled by lies

Forbidden to speak except in sighs

Became a life of shadows

Fighting to embrace the light

A desperation to exist

Met by a pleasure to resist

Her breath, her soul, her beauty

Shortsightedness caused such an illusion

Made her suffer

Not allowing a single buffer

Time is the enemy

It took away her life.

Inspired by this article on Medium Daily Digest.

https://link.medium.com/wfR7Vfj4Y9

Dimensions…

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Dimension beyond dimension

There exists a world beyond

I will fear not the end for there will be eternity

No matter how much I miss those gone

I Know that the truth is one

I ask for answers and so does everyone

But dimension after dimension we exist

I long to hold those I miss, to know they are well

They are dimensions beyond and maybe have a better view

I try to look within those dimensions

And all I see is that we are surrounded

By a mystery not a spark of genius can explain

But a hunch, a feeling that is part of a dimension where I exist

It is me in a dimension and them in the next

As I move and ascend I might know

It is but only a world transcending

As I move consciously towards the next

Dimension after dimension I may learn to navigate, discovering that we exist in a common world moved by differences, perceived by some as unknown, but known by some as dimensions beyond dimensions

Sunshine

“In memory of my loved ones who crossed over, who I cherish and long to hold every day and to know they are well even in the beyond”

A Beautiful Woman…

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A beautiful woman

Words that just relay

A quality

A truth

A woman,

is that, every meaning of the word….

A beautiful woman…

As simple as that.