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10Mar
2025
The AI Poem
is this the changing of direction
or delaying the inevitable?
a most curious intersection
or the state of incredible?

observe opportunities everywhere
dreams turning to reality
see the sky, stop and stare
a future with infinity

there’s beauty in front of you
beyond nine inches from your face
not virtual not artificial but true
don’t let it go to waste

what you see on that screen
is it real, AI or maybe a bot?
thinking aint for machines
just a bizarre capitalist plot

the machines aren’t smarter than you
that’s a fear silicon valley promotes
live your unique point of view
feel the feelings no machine emotes.

there’s beauty in front of you
beyond nine inches from your face
not virtual nor artificial but true
don’t let it go to waste

AI dominates your sight and sound
God gave us five senses in harmony
touch, smell and taste around
be what no machine can be
20Nov
2024
We’re Just Growing Old.

Shortly after my friend Mike Hammond died in 2015, I wrote this song. Once I stop working, I want to properly record the song, but here are my lyrics. The image in my head is that we are growing old together, and yes, then we die individually.

Running down the ragged road of life
No time to think of where it goes
I got some money in the bank.
What it all means, nobody knows.

No one knows how this life works
No secrets to be told
Let’s keep on praying and saying
We’re just growing old
Together
We’ll keep on playing

Booze has taken some friends of mine
I guess that death is part of it all
Are there lessons to be learned?
Or memories we can’t recall?

Every year, the seasons change
Summers heat to winters cold
Ain’t no reason to complain
We’re just growing old
Together
We’ll keep on playing

Darling, put your hands in mine
And look up to the sky
Everything will be just fine
For you and I.
We’ll keep on playing.