this dearly beloved
no reason for feeling this good about nothing everything anything it is not like my life is in order far from it yet something steadfast remains a refrain that…
poetry from john oakley mcelhenney – human-driven – on waltwhitman.ai
no reason for feeling this good about nothing everything anything it is not like my life is in order far from it yet something steadfast remains a refrain that…
i want you to see things with a different eye an absence a longing for embrace and touch and laughter i wish you beside me for coffee i'd smoke…
wonder all around if we watch listen this moment yes this very second is amazing what's been lost is our attention to detail we've tuned into the wrong things…
i open open open and open doors in my perception building new structures in my sleep to explore in the light of ... well, day screens flashlights dawn stars…
as a first-grader my family came to santa fe dad mom brother sister sister i loved the kachina dolls and the family dinners after dad and the kids returned…
i won't be here long just give me a minute to catch my vibe again whole milk latte the price of pause *i am here*
i have been in this spot for one million years never leaving abandonment is my fear as well let us gather enjoy a word moment eye to eye connection contact…
want of shelter and sustenance causes depression homelessness worse what would it matter to the modern millionaire billionaire rocket man to support humans on earth rather than trying to leave…
i'll be gone in an hour but i'm here for you now one false move and it's over reach out when you can need a gift your voice here there…
wonders all around computers and software becoming near-human in their responses to human impulses prompts less human-crafted more *generative* is the word for it machine learning churning on your request…