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All of they was she (A.I. poem)

All of they was she, a mystery untold,
In the depths of her soul, secrets unfold.
Her eyes were like windows, deep and dark,
Hiding emotions, an uncharted mark.

Her laughter echoed, like silver bells,
Enchanting all hearts with its magical spells.
But beneath the cheer, a sadness reside,
A longing for love, she tried to hide.

In her gentle touch, warmth embraced,
Healing all wounds, offering solace and grace.
Yet, behind the tenderness, a flame burned,
Longing for love, a fire untamed and yearned.

Her voice, a melody, sweet and pure,
Whispering secrets only the heart could endure.
But within the notes, a sorrow sang,
Aching for love, like a captive bird’s wing.

In her presence, time stood still,
Captivated by her, an indomitable will.
But behind the charm, a longing would flow,
Craving for love, like a river's gentle flow.

All of they was she, a tapestry of dreams,
Yearning for love, as life's treasured seams.
In her delicate soul, stories unknown,
Unveiling her depths, a love yet to be shown.

All of they was he (A.I. poem)

In a world where they roamed with glee,
All of they was he, as far as eyes could see.
Distinctive souls with tales to tell,
Transcending boundaries, breaking the spell.

All of they was he, in the fields of art,
Painting vibrant strokes, creating a new start.
Brushes danced in rhythm, colors so bold,
Expressing emotions, stories untold.

All of they was he, on the stage of dreams,
In characters diverse, so it seems.
They wore masks of passion, with every line,
Brought laughter and tears, stealing hearts divine.

All of they was he, as poets would write,
Crafting eloquent verses, through the darkest night.
Words flowed like rivers, touching every heart,
Capturing truths, weaving delicate art.

All of they was he, in the scientist's quest,
Exploring mysteries, pushing limits, the very best.
Unraveling nature's secrets, unlocking doors,
Expanding knowledge, forever exploring shores.

All of they was he, in the world of love,
Embracing souls, like a hand in a glove.
In tender caresses, amidst whispers of affection,
Creating bonds eternal, beyond mere connection.

All of they was he, in the hopes of peace,
Uniting mankind, letting conflicts cease.
Spreading compassion, understanding's reign,
Empathy blossoming, erasing all pain.

All of they was he, in the pulse of our hearts,
In every beat, a symphony of arts.
For in this tapestry of humanity's sway,
We find oneness in diversity's array.

Celebrate the eternal beauty to behold,
In all of they was he, a truth to be told.
Embrace the differences, let love be the key,
In a world where all of they was he.

oh Babylon!

There is no perfect kingdom
that lasts for evermore
There is no perfect City
oh Babylon, my old whore

a grey stain on a green terrain
if you see it from a plane
even more sad when it rains
a patch of misery & complaints

It invades your private space
(that's getting smaller and smaller)

It catches you in it's intricate maze
(that's ever growing taller)

They manage what you see & hear
They make you plea, not disagree.
They control what you need to fear
They make you slave, they make you bleed.

Its laws and rules are hurt-full
They clean the street of "thugs"
In real the poor and helpless
are shoved under the rugs

Like blind ones in the dark
you live in a dominion where
They cut on your well-fare
and piss on your opinion

They like to keep you stupid
They want to keep you poor
They feed your fears and anger
so they can start another war.

a war against some enemy
who's where he not belongs
they feed you propaganda
and twisted right & wrong.

the world is ours to share
to nourish it with love
there can be no real leader
watching from above

It's time to take some stance
some friendly way to say
that the poison that they fed us
and lies must go away.

© 2023 M.H.J.Burghgraeve

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from Under Suburban Neon Lights, released September 13, 2023

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Somnambulist Belgium

Mark Hélèné Joseph Burghgraeve was born in 1961.

From young age, he tampered with electronics.
His first "performances" were feedback patches on a broken amp, and self made effects.
He got his first synth, sequencer and a Vocoder and formed M.BRYO & D.M.T. and later Somnambulist.
2005, KOYT!
2020, a Live Stream on TV Centraal.
2023, music used in the television series "1985" on VRT max. ... more

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