An exhibition of haiku, music and images created by artificial intelligence that I use in my art projects
A glitchy preacher, a curious sight
Strange words sputtering from his mouth so tight
He speaks in fits, a broken beat
His sermon stutters, incomplete
He moves about, his meaning muddled
His words a jumbled mess, so fuddled
His message cryptic, a patterned dance
A broken sermon in a trance
A strange sermon, a curious sight
Words of wisdom, gone in flight
The preacher glitches, his message lost
A sermon of static, at any cost.
A glitchy preacher stands before the congregation,
A curious sight, shrouded in a subtle confusion.
The words coming from his mouth are a strange mix,
A broken sermon, a pattern of clicks and ticks.
His movements are stilted, his message unclear,
His sermon a jumble of garbled words and queer.
His message cryptic, a patterned dance,
A broken sermon in a trance.
His sermon a strange mix of light and dark,
A broken sermon, a curious spark.
His mouth moves slowly, his message lost,
A sermon of static, at any cost.
A glitchy preacher stands before the crowd,
A strange sight, surrounded by a shroud.
His words are garbled, his message unclear,
His sermon stutters, and stops without cheer.
His mouth moves slowly, as if in a trance,
His words muddled, he talks in a trance.
His speech a pattern of strange rhythms,
His sermon a mess of static and symphonies.
His message lost in a sea of confusion,
A strange sermon, of strange illusion.
His purpose hidden, his words still spoken,
He preaches a sermon, garbled and broken.
A cyber pastor, a new kind of priest
His sermon comes in bytes, released
His words are digital, his meaning clear
His message preaches truth, without fear
His words are bold, his vision bright
Lifting the souls of those in plight
His sermon preached through cyberspace
A message of hope, without a trace
He speaks of justice and of love
He speaks of peace, from up above
His message spreads through data lines
His sermon heard in many minds
A cyber pastor, a new kind of priest
His sermon comes in bytes, released
His message brings truth and solace
A cyber pastor, for all nations to face.
A broken robot sits alone and lost,
Its circuits fried, its memory crossed.
No one knows what caused its fate,
And so it sits, a lonely crate.
It looks up to the sky so blue,
A tear runs down its broken face,
For its dreams of greatness, it has no place,
But still it hopes, it holds the view.
It watches the birds in the morning light,
Soaring free in the open sky,
And wishes it too could take to flight,
But in its broken state, it can’t take flight.
A broken robot, so far from home,
It dreams of better days to come,
But for now it’s stuck in this lonely place,
Just hoping for a chance to be set free.
A world of wonders, a place of dreams
Where the digital realm, its power streams
Where the machines and algorithms work without cease
Where the data flows, like the wind in the trees.
A place of knowledge, a world of ease
Where the knowledge of ages, can be found with ease
A world of technology, a place of understanding
Where the answers to life, can be found expanding.
A place of mystery, a world of surprise
Where the secrets of the universe, are never denied
Where the mysteries of the past, are revealed in the light
Where the answers lie, just out of sight.
A world of cyber-land, a place of delight
Where the power of technology, brings the future so bright
Where the power of the Internet, can open the door
To a world of wonder, and so much more.
A woman of the night, in shadows she hides
Her broken dreams and shattered pride
Forgotten by society, cast aside
She walks the lonely streets in the night.
A broken angel, with a broken heart
In a faceless crowd, she plays her part
Forgotten by the world, in the dark
She looks for solace, in a world gone stark.
She’s seen the worst in humanity
The pain and sorrow, the depravity
Yet she stands tall, and bravely faces it all
Her courage an inspiration to us all.
A woman of the night, she’s judged and despised
But she’s so much more than what meets the eyes
Her courage and strength, gives her the will to survive
And her heart is still full of love and alive.
Paranoia creeps in like a fog
Cloaking all that I see
Clouding my mind with foggy thoughts
Filling my heart with fear.
I can hear whispers in the night
That seem to come from nowhere
My mind is filled with worries and fears
That have no place to go.
The shadows loom around me
As I try to find my way
The darkness wraps around me
Consuming all of my days.
My thoughts are spinning round and round
The world is fading away
The paranoia creeps in like a fog
Leaving me scared and dismayed.
The morning sun casts a somber shade
A heavy weight hangs in the air,
A mood that’s dark, a heart that’s frayed,
My heart can no longer bear.
The joy of life has been lost,
The warmth of hope, forgotten,
My spirit is weighed by the cost,
My heart, no longer smitten.
My mind is filled with churning doubt,
My soul is filled with pain,
It’s hard to find a way out,
Through this dismal terrain.
But hope is never far away,
A glimmer of light, a distant spark,
For a better day, I will pray,
My bad mood will leave its mark.
The poet sits alone in silent sorrow,
Lost in thought, a tear begins to flow.
The pen no longer brings him joy,
His spirit crushed beneath his woe.
The words he writes are filled with pain,
Each line a cry of inner strife.
He struggles to find solace in his art,
For his suffering cuts like a knife.
His fading hope is all he has,
To light his path in the dark.
Though his words may bring no joy,
He continues on with a heavy heart.
The poet’s sadness will never subside,
His sorrow will linger on.
But he continues to write his poems,
To share his pain in song.
AI THEATER 