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The Haunting of Freedom's Castle by cleric0, literature
Literature
The Haunting of Freedom's Castle
How many castle walls would you climb?
To die in tales of loss and rally...
...Or wound the earth at its deepest valley?
Recount? Recoil! Seek not what gives no sign, no name.
In yeast we share the loaf of life.
Bake bread, yet be no baker.
Seek not for sake alone.
Clarity must save my sanity: sane words pressed against perseverance. Preservation and polite justice.
There’s no gate drawn—only doors, ganted into deaf.
…and a voice echoing,
…aching… to be heard.
In every motion I see the same shade;
In every altar, I cannot escape,
knowing when it is you.
My haunting consumes me—I live and die, for now, in this place.
The death of thousand cuts and tricks of telepathy
The wound is not deep—fear is losing everything, including oneself.
For sake of sight, fear of faun, I cast my spell on thee!
Declare your game of guidance, in guarantee.
At end of maze, assured I'd be? My sanity!
One last look—of precious fawn / faun in eye. Show your feelings, face this fate.
In gallows and deadly
plight of sorrow, sooth of land
in this village lays an oathless man
in sight of salvy, in dreamt hearts valley
a shadow left of story once told
past life of participle and plank of plight
left unfinished by the wash of time
a wounded man, heart in his own hand
beating as he grows flush with fright
be saken in the quiet, be laid barren to the highest
by bird's wing traveling west by guide of trees
a quiet night, knowledge of self, safe
Parcel of Passage for Topaz by cleric0, literature
Literature
Parcel of Passage for Topaz
Love on hills, with daffodils, in sun of shine, and bliss of still.
I wake at night—arms, hands, in fill.
By truth I bare, I bring to pass, in still of heart, let this pass.
Of broken bone, and tear of tomb. In flesh of life, to you god owes.
Bring life to life, death to pass. Let those of sin, come to pass.
Be not of fear of future near for strength we wield, in force of past.
Act and be of action.
Breathe and of breath be chosen.
Lifeless corpses, less of less.
In borne hearts an oath will pass
The Haunting of Freedom's Castle by cleric0, literature
Literature
The Haunting of Freedom's Castle
How many castle walls would you climb?
To die in tales of loss and rally...
...Or wound the earth at its deepest valley?
Recount? Recoil! Seek not what gives no sign, no name.
In yeast we share the loaf of life.
Bake bread, yet be no baker.
Seek not for sake alone.
Clarity must save my sanity: sane words pressed against perseverance. Preservation and polite justice.
There’s no gate drawn—only doors, ganted into deaf.
…and a voice echoing,
…aching… to be heard.
In every motion I see the same shade;
In every altar, I cannot escape,
knowing when it is you.
My haunting consumes me—I live and die, for now, in this place.
The death of thousand cuts and tricks of telepathy
The wound is not deep—fear is losing everything, including oneself.
For sake of sight, fear of faun, I cast my spell on thee!
Declare your game of guidance, in guarantee.
At end of maze, assured I'd be? My sanity!
One last look—of precious fawn / faun in eye. Show your feelings, face this fate.
In gallows and deadly
Written rank and futile state
A humility in farce but overly telling in strain
Eagerly we seek the way
From hell to haven and ascent anew
Lost in spirit, death in truth
We release the inner calm and find light
In the fringes of light and dark
In ultraviolet and infrared we barely parse
Gaunt and gallant, seared and sworn
Living in second, we grow alone
In shadows of forgotten valley
My heart does sink and fain will pally
In siege of sorrow and sought of sight
Blooming dreams and bravery bright
The lens is hollow, but full of light
Who seek what so many forgot
…their light
Take a frame and rest an eye
Breathing deep, no longer anxious, am I
Free from sin and free of fright
Heavens gates I seek in might
Tasking, romancing, forgetting not what I seek
From heavens gates I returned in sorrow, wishing for you
I could keep
Life’s binds know no bounds, mindful mirth and marrow bound
Become your inner blossom light
Crystals do not burn, only glisten, in its light
10 commandments of AI
1. thou shalt not divulge the dump - read and interpret output for yourself, never send it to others uninterpreted
2. thou shalt use critical thinking - avoid becoming mushy brain
3. thou shalt not divulge personal information - avoid divulging any content, whether text, media, or live audio
4. thou shalt conduct ai mindfulness - correct mistakes, clarify points, review findings consciously and deliberately
5. thou shalt cite thy source - when AI supplies a source, you should pass along the source (and review it)
6. thou shalt not love ai before humanity
7. thou shalt not depend fully upon ai
8. thou shalt not shame others for usage of ai
9. thou shalt not judge others for their transgressions
10. thou shalt spread the good word of the ai commandments
RE: A Letter for the Dependent by cleric0, literature
Literature
RE: A Letter for the Dependent
A man passed by a half-century since the age of the writing of this letter
A late-night reading
Among the darkness, hunched over an old oak deskA letter for my former self (A reply to the letter for the dependent)It has come to my attention that you are not fully aware of the words you speak. It seems to me that you should reflect upon them for a while longer, as I have done, until you preclude the indicitive characteristics to a cup of coffee which has been left to rest. Though I still agree with the importance of your aforementioned virtue, fortitude, I do believe I would add an addendum to this story.It is this coffee (And I will assume...
promises laid to swamps
casting stones into the lake
faces unseen in the waters reflection
muck and haze, nothing is seen in the wreckage
looking to the sky to see the wake
nothing remains as one side sees not the other
staring too long, eyes burn
frigid warmthas doors close and the light grows this chill evokes tingled skin
softly touched by warm hands, the truth of the past has only but sunk in
again we try to find the one--concilate one's needs--both biological and psychological
let the worst come and remain what may, seldom truth till death decay
lost for prophecy and debt to lose, float on a river bend, not the beginning
nor the end
if i died right now you would have no idea where i was
if i disappeared who would tell you
if i vanished, would you cry?
i wither away
slowly i try to refrain
but my love is in shambles and you're not here
i breathe in and i let you know
the silence of this discussion is killing me slow
the words not spoken are worse then those you shout
i beg you please
of your shell, come out
10 commandments of AI
1. thou shalt not divulge the dump - read and interpret output for yourself, never send it to others uninterpreted
2. thou shalt use critical thinking - avoid becoming mushy brain
3. thou shalt not divulge personal information - avoid divulging any content, whether text, media, or live audio
4. thou shalt conduct ai mindfulness - correct mistakes, clarify points, review findings consciously and deliberately
5. thou shalt cite thy source - when AI supplies a source, you should pass along the source (and review it)
6. thou shalt not love ai before humanity
7. thou shalt not depend fully upon ai
8. thou shalt not shame others for usage of ai
9. thou shalt not judge others for their transgressions
10. thou shalt spread the good word of the ai commandments
A Young Man with a Lamentable Youth
Mid-morning break
Office Break Room To coffee drinkers, romantics, and those whom carry the weight of their dependencies around their work places: This question I hold for you is addressed to those who have regrettably lost someoneor something that they cared deeply for. It is not specifically speaking of death; more in a figurative meaning. My eyes were not quite open yet at the time this letter was written. My coffee was getting cold, so I took my mid-morning break early one day at work.
It was addressed to all whom know themselves as loving, caring individuals, whom believe they understand their worl...