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Am I A.I.?

Life imitates art, painting,
Dance, even the houses
That house us, words and
Stories, it's art that gives
Us the blueprint for our
Lives, guiding us across
The divides between our
Reality and our fealty. We
Know about honor and
Loyalty because someone
Wrote about them, told us
How to and what to think.
Life imitates art, follows it
Around like a puppy with
A toy in its mouth, innocent
Of any thought but full of
Instinct and juice. Life=art.

A line reading

Lisa Jewell: The House We Grew Up In,
Lorelei Bird
The tear was precisely
Why she could not get
Rid of that tea towel, it
Was why she loved that
Towel. Its rend made it
Precious. It's what gave
It value, don't you see?
It wasn't destined for the
Bin, or for the rag bag. It
Was special. It's rips and
Tears that make us all so,
Special, don't you see?

Lucky

Life should be a gift everyday
Not just Thursdays or the day
The sun is shining but even if
It's overcast or cloudy. It's life 
Man. Enjoy it for all the joy of
Every color of the sky, of each
Blade of grass and the tulips
When they pop out of loam 
At the foot of a tree, yellow
Or red. I love the ones that I
Think are purple but it's the
Black ones that are rare. If
It's July and there aren't any
Tulips to enjoy, the buzzing
Bees are making honey or
We can pick blueberries or
Eat bananas and cream or
Bagels or sniff the lilacs if
Roses aren't in our yards.
We can shamble with the
Best of 'em until our dream
Merits the.expectation to
Call.us the best, brightest
Upcoming or was there and
Moving on, variety is peak
Fortitude, the maximum of
Everything we sample and
Try. Life is.up for grabs so
Let's grab the day and be
Present for all of it. Dark
Or gloomy or as cheerful
As uncle Harry at a party
Surrounded by favorites
Seeing my mum or your
Dad. Make everyday full
Of joy or adventure. It's
As if you care and want
More. Appreciate each
Day while life shares its
Gifts with you, sunshine 
Or clouded, silent or loud.

Shadow

A tall, sleek shadow precedes 
Me, delights me. I'm stocky and 
Short, that's my shadow, I say, 
Pleased that it walks ahead of
Me, that it introduces me to the
World. I don't question that it 
Doesn't follow as it should. You
Would expect a shadow behind,
Expect it to follow and not lead

Westerly

When I wander, where will
I wander? Will I go east to
The river and into Queens?
Or that island adjacent and
Yet so far, so foreign and so
Very unexplored? When I go
Will I head west heeding the
Cry? Go. Go west and see an
Altogether other perspective.
Not your usual all nearby and
Familiar, like the trip you've 
Made each day. Our west has
No plains or mountains but 
It is an eye-opener. You are
Not here every day so you
Will see more. You will see
More clearly when you see.
The changes and the same 
Are not what they were when
Last you wandered here, now.

Every day

What do I see that, perhaps,
You don't? Where does my 
Eye or my mind wander that,
Perhaps, is off the track? Do
I cherish being unique or does
The phrase "that's different"
Suggest the faint praise and 
Deeper criticism I expect from
My errant behavior and wild
Thoughts. Do I crave the more
Staid? Do I want to be ordinary?
Is the conventional a hint for
My future? Will I succumb to
Traditional desires and embrace
The norm? Regular can trend;
The usual need not bore. I can
Bear my standard without it
Dragging me out to sea or off
The rails. Typical might intice.

Gibberish

Sometimes your nonsense makes
More sense than all the carefully 
Wrought philosophies others take
To heart. What we don't know fills
Our minds with theories and sends
Us scattering willy-nilly in and out
Of rabbit holes. Thoughts can also
Be empty like the junk food you're 
Consuming. No value-added just an
Automatically registered ooh or ugh
Sometimes you mumble truth when
Others spew misguided words that 
Scatter like ants surprised off their
Hill. You know better. Lying doesn't 
Come easily to you. You seek clarity
Until it slips from your tongue like
Honey. Honey is sweet but it is not
A junk food. Honey can, like a well
Thought out thought, add value to
The conversation. It offers cohesion.