MANIFESTO OF THE AWAKENED WORD
Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
We live in an era of silence and noise.
In an age of abundance without essence.
In a time where spiritless phrases imitate thought — and algorithms imitate taste.
Poetry has been dragged into this swamp.
Stripped of fire, neutered by trendiness, it plays along with the theater of sleep.
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Sight Beyond the Slime
A Poetic Assault
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Epigraph
“The eye sees what it is trained to see.
But the Soul — it burns through all training.”
— Unknown Rebel
Manifesto
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MIND OF THE HEART
Neither thinking
nor feeling
~ Void ~
Soul penetrates innermost
chamber time to time
takes it on ecstatic
journeys to unknown
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You are the air that fills my soul,
The whisper in winds that makes me whole.
Yet human I am, with flaw and stain,
Yearning for purity, escaping pain.
In this love, where mercy overflows,
I find myself, in both highs and lows.
No earthly hand, no fleeting embrace,
But in Your sight, I find my place.
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Do you ever wonder what’s it really like?
You know feeling like you’re always in the dark.
You go through life
desperately avoiding cuts from a knife.
Of course, you fail.
Grasping for air you once inhaled.
It’s like you’re stuck in time
You think ‘was anything ever mine?’
The emptiness inside you grows stronger
Till you cannot take it any longer
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MANIFESTO OF THE AWAKENED WORD
Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
We live in an era of silence and noise.
In an age of abundance without essence.
In a time where spiritless phrases imitate thought — and algorithms imitate taste.
Poetry has been dragged into this swamp.
Stripped of fire, neutered by trendiness, it plays along with the theater of sleep.
......
Sight Beyond the Slime
A Poetic Assault
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
Epigraph
“The eye sees what it is trained to see.
But the Soul — it burns through all training.”
— Unknown Rebel
Manifesto
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POETS
Desert dust before the rain hampered our walk
on the Oregon floor
boards creaked with late afternoon lore
Dry gin in a glass waiting
it wanted to bubble like champagne
but there was nothing to babble about
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When stuck in the storm of thoughts,
Take a pen and write it down
Just anything that can express the pain
Even if it can't heal you completely,
It may reduce the storm to a rain.
When you feel hurt or broken,
Don't keep it unspoken.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
Inverse Proportion
Filth we spread and breed anew,
Fear and darkness growing, too.
Thus, the Mind will rot away—
See the world in filth today.
CowID showed it, war revealed:
Few still stand with thoughts unsealed.
Not just puppets, not just blind—
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