terrible poet & pixelated quill

mountain ranges merge

surveying duality,

surveying

I put forth the notion of how humanity has turned such a simple concept of love into pure folly.

where light       resides

bellwether hues—

curiosity

this solitude of silence has become a way of life for me...

My motto-

women weaving shadows, sealing light

Please don't holler,

What is indivisible?

recollecting childhood memories

Oh! sweet splendid lush needles,

Dear Child,

mornings past recalled,

new stars born bright

Are our lives by our own design & agreements?

Here we are at ninety nine.

grief is such a cruel tide,

✨✨✨ When the rabbit hole

Is mainstream's slipstream  the place to be?

wise praying mantis

Sempiternal Source of All that Is,

imagine yourself

Music is a balm for our souls

passion is treasure,

do gently fulfill

                        I've been a point ahead,

TL/DR : The Short Version: If photography is "capturing light," synthography is "distilling language." I feed my poetry into a digital "imagination camera" that translates my metaphors into patterns and pixels—turning the DNA of my writing into a visual landscape.  Synthography it is. In short, it means human and AI collaboration to create an image, video, or song.  More in depth from Google:   "Synthography is the emerging art form of creating images using artificial intelligence (AI) models, a process distinct from traditional photography (which captures light) or digital painting, where an artist uses prompts, parameters, and iterative refinement to generate visuals from text or other inputs, essentially "writing" or "drawing" with an "imagination camera".  It combines "synthetic" creation with "graphy" (writing/drawing) to describe the skill of crafting detailed prompts and tuning AI mo...

ancient knowledge  times far gone,

obscured relavence

Surreal times like we're living now,

like wave upon wave

nature speaks forthright,

our dreams

lunatic fringe lay straight ahead,

conspiring for peace