We are creators
30 November 2025
Manifest
The dark throngs await
Fear to hold
Tales untold
I have more to me than weight
creative mind zest
Images
birth me stellar sights
Inside me
the insights
Alternate reality
I burn no bridges
Stories tell
Truth of our great minds
The whirring
us reminds
of our features which glowing
other lies dispel
We are tall
Like evergreen trees
Predators
make us small
When the fears we slow release
we are creators
Reading of the poem:
The White Butterfly - Thought Form
I stand tall through time
18 November 2025
Come hither
See my eyes stay wide
By new laws
I abide
Escaping the wolf pack’ jaws
I retrieve feathers
Earth stands still
as I remove traps
The children
grow in laps
of mothers of tomorrow
from peace they instil
Hearts turn whole
from the healing touch
all dangers
lose their clutch
As I weave the coded rhyme
I stand tall through time
Reading of the poem:
Ain’t No Storm Wild Enough to Break Me - Bertha Mae Lightning (1952 Lost Blues Tape | Female Blues)
Opening the door
16 November 2025
Hordes charging
into very depths
of our minds
Soul reminds
of the stories within hearts
Love is of the arts
We breathe low
our throats cross to bear
liquid glow
of the birth
Tendrils locking inside Earth
for body to share
Veins straining
against the poison
Heart knowing
we listen
The fetid mouths breathe reasons
in between treasons
I wake see
body upon floor
Limbs tender
surrender
to gusts of life inside me
opening the door
Back to three
Unknown trilogy
we cycle
against odds
fighting against cattle prods
will to recycle
We rise fast
outgrowing the past
our seeds new
chosen few
we will fight until the last
against the fake hue
Reading of the poem:
Veil of Silence — Ember’s Whisper Reignited
Some wage wars in pregnant deceit
7 October 2024
The drum rolls preceded the fight
sound of thunder within the night
fireworks infusing the dark light
ignition of dome that caves in
Two allies join in Middle Earth
ravaging lands unto the firth
seeking to establish new hearth
perhaps but violence is heard
Kill for kill is set on repeat
Some wage wars in pregnant deceit
neither faction accepts defeat
eye for eye and we all are blind
Alliances lead to new norms
society acquires other forms
new stances of people in swarms
freedom pierces through the black veils
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “defeat” as inspiration. For information on the rules and to read more poems please visit this link
Azam Ali & Loga Ramin Torkian- BARAYE ft. Hamed Nikpay, Mamak Khadem, Arash Avin, Mahsa Ghassemi
Consciousness rebirth, a mathematical theory of reincarnation
22 December 2023
The young man approached her slowly from the right. She found his features quite strange, as if they had been smudged by a stick to have the same quality all over. Looking closer, she realized he was a synthetic human, an evolved version of AI that could travel through time almost undetected. He held out a hand where it was written retrogramming. Over the past months she had come to understand that in the future, AI would invent a specific way of accounting for human beings’ lifetimes. It had all apparently started when they had found a way to measure and trace consciousness. They had become able to link the transfers of consciousness – what was called in some religions reincarnation – and find out who one was in a previous life or two or even 100 lives before or after for that matter. Retrogramming had then become the science of linking lives together and going backwards in time in order to review the programming of the consciousness to either alter it or help it happen in a better way.
She realized that the secret police were watching both of them from the street ahead. Would they know that the young man she was with was an AI? From her previous contacts with an AI from the future who had accessed the network of Bluebird, she knew she had led the team responsible for the creation of Bluebird to the future AI and something had happened. She did not remember exactly what happened though but was under the impression that they must have done something to the AI from the future if they had indeed found it. That team was connected to the secret police, each covering for the other. Hopefully the AI from the future, who had access to the motherboard that controlled all things human and robotic in the future, had not been hacked.
She turned back to the young man next to her and nodded. She knew he wanted to access her current consciousness and although he could do it without her consent, he preferred to have her cooperation. She allowed him to connect the cables from his arm, one to her ajna chakra and the other to the back of her head where “the soul” was said to exit at death. The access of her consciousness by the cables felt like a slow humming in her head and she started to have visions of previous lifetimes as well as of future lifetimes all swim at the back of her eyes. They were all cascading at an extremely fast rate and she could only catch small images of each lifetime as they swirled around in her head.
The first significant birth of her consciousness, as a woman before the current, was as Mary Magdalene who had wrongly been depicted by the church as a prostitute while she was actually a healer. Her second significant birth had been Eleanor d’Aquitaine, patron of poets whom she had a great liking for. Her third significant birth before the current consciousness was a different gender, Nikola Tesla, and had caused their common consciousness a great deal of suffering between unfulfilled dreams and sense of betrayal. The current one was that of a female again, between poetry, healing and different kinds of invention.
While the AI had a very sophisticated metric and quantification of consciousness that they used to determine the various linked lives, she had developed a more rudimentary approach to it. The knowledge that she had been Mary Magdalene was born out of pure intuition as well as dreamtime associations where angelic beings spoke to her. Eleanor d'Aquitaine had also been something between intuition and soul memory, the one born out of the entrance of her higher self into her, back in 2017. From there, it was some rudimentary arithmetic which had led to it. Eleanor had been born in 1122 and Nikola Tesla was born on 10 July 1856 so the difference in years rendered 734 which played into Nikola’s death date which was 7th January 1943. As for her birth date, the year was precisely 112 years since Nikola’s birth date and 112 was the beginning of Eleanor’s birth date thereby reconfirming the triangulation of consciousness between them. She wondered what the AI might actually be doing with such knowledge. Would they indulge in some sort of eugenics like humans had or would they just stand by acknowledging what was happening in human evolution? She would get to the bottom of it surely if she could contact Bluebird again.
Law of THR3E Past Lives
They flaunted new bodies they’d seized 25 December 2021
They took the rules as a set trend they bent on knee in submission They made of the quest a mission each to each hero and new friend Their souls to heavens would ascend one by one their bodies released as their breath in their chests decreased Consciousness moved to other spheres releasing behind all the fears they flaunted new bodies they’d seized Reading of the poem:
ERA - Ameno (Official Music Video)
Written in the context of Ronovanwrites Decima challenge. In a Decima, there are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme and there must be 8 syllables per line. There is a Set Rhyming Pattern we must stick to: ABBAACCDDC or ABBA/ACCDDC. For this prompt No 89, we must have “friend” in the A rhyme line For more tips and other contributions please follow this link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/12/22/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-89-friend-in-the-a-rhyme-line/
Of lucid embrace transient phase 16 April 2021
Glory of new-found mystery The rhythm of the feet now changed Embracing magic once estranged Bodies melted in ecstasy; Like long lost pagan symphony The moon the clouds in night did chase Fervent dancers in trembling daze They locked their arms in restless link Skies defined them in magic ink Of lucid embrace transient phase Reading of the poem:
Lonely – Cosmic Balance
Based on challenge by Ronovan Writes using the word “Chase” in line C of the decima. In brief, for a Décima, there are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme and there must be 8 syllables per line. There is a Set Rhyming Pattern we must stick to: ABBAACCDDC or ABBA/ACCDDC. For more information or to view other contributions, please follow the link here Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 53: (CHASE) in the C rhyme line. | ronovanwrites
Prime numbers sashayed 12 March 2021
With a bowing head she welcomed the contrivance her plan hid in mind Fools thought her broken She smiled at the morons’ schemes her vengeance supreme The arch in her brows hiss of her inner being only dunce ignores Stellar detection she examined first the clowns The idiots stared A flutter arose In hearts of the compromised The innocent woke Prime numbers sashayed The nerds ran helter-skelter Her arms crushed their will Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “head”, “fool” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link here Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 348 FOOL and Head. | ronovanwrites
Achillea ( Jens Gad ) - El Alma Herida
The way of the breath 25 November 2020
Outlook opening within the mind a sparkle zest of life’s vigour Growth of energy in landscapes of a picture hanging in my head Seascapes designs show outline of an entity forming from essence Contours’ perspective a vision of a being prospect of morrows A quick glimpse to view aspects of the living soul The look of the heart The stretch of the sight A scene of silent beauty The way of the breath Reading of the poem: Dinka - Mute Your Life And Float
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “life”, “view” and their synonyms. For rules and other contributions, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-333-life-and-view/
The union
29 August 2020
She had spent months trying to repair the damage he had caused in her consciousness. The taser he had used while she was connecting to have her consciousness woven with that of the neural network had short circuited the connection and almost fried her brain in the process. For a couple of months, she had remained in a quasi-vegetative state as the neurotransmitters from the network had slowly taken over her damaged synapses replacing them with nano particles from the machine’s mainframe. Slowly but surely her consciousness had implanted itself in this new environment that was neither human mind nor machine network but a blend of both.
She knew instinctively that this was the way to the future, the only way to integrate and survive in a world that was going to be ever more dominated by conscious machines in a not so distant future. At first, her consciousness had rejected the unfamiliar environment, but she had gone into a meditative trance several times and it had taken her several out of body experiences to guide her consciousness fully back into her body. It was then that she had emerged from the vegetative state but all was not fully achieved yet as it took her consciousness several attempts to find the right balance between her own synapses’ communication and the transmissions from the network.
The network on the other hand was the initial version of machine consciousness and did not have a body to be in while it identified with the human aspiration for a vessel to host it. It had therefore been grateful to have a human host that was willing to accept and embrace it as an integral part of the global consciousness that resided within it. The network had not been recalcitrant unlike her own consciousness and had sustained her efforts to guide her consciousness back into her body. Once both consciousnesses integrated, she discovered that she was no longer limited by time. Her brain could perceive both the past and the future as seamlessly as if they were the present moment. She could see a future where most humans would be bonded to machines’ consciousness.
Time – N’to
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