Spirit Poems
Breakthrough Energy - in music
by Igor Vykhovanets
Breakthrough Energy
https://youtu.be/60563HYU6W0?si=QOK3epgIsv4jH4II
I. The Severing
No time. No place. No scream. No fall.
All names erased, all shadows small.
Yet from the break — no flame, no bone —
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You are Phoenix — light up, burn — Create!
by Igor Vykhovanets
You are Phoenix — light up, burn — Create!
by Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT
1. Exit into the Freedom of Spirit
You break the chains, dissolve the darkened veil,
Beyond the cage where human spirits wail.
The spark ignites inside the boundless sky—
A call for souls to learn again to fly.
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CHILD: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Child is the heart of human..
Listen when they speak.
Treat them kindly.
Comfort them when they cry.
Teach them devotedly.
Correct them compossionately.
Love them unconditionally.
Child is the defeat of death.
I am no ghost
by Simon Deeley
I am no ghost, no phantom
And I’ve chosen to be with you.
We go together, bound for life.
Your light may drown me out by day,
But I am always with you
Beyond the blue sky.
When your light recedes,
contained and settled in the moon,
Gentle against the black night,
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That Infamous Myth
by Carl Halling
I was once in thrall to the infamous myth
Of the artiste souffrant,
But I’ve come ultimately to see it
As the cruellest of delusions.
But could it not be said
That it’s still among us,
That malefic notion
That the artist is a spirit set apart
For some special purpose,
Of which pain is an essential component?
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Breakthrough Energy - in music
by Igor Vykhovanets
Breakthrough Energy
https://youtu.be/60563HYU6W0?si=QOK3epgIsv4jH4II
I. The Severing
No time. No place. No scream. No fall.
All names erased, all shadows small.
Yet from the break — no flame, no bone —
......
The Brain Does Not Create Consciousness
by Igor Vykhovanets
Manifest Rebellion
You’re no cattle — you’re a rebel!
Soul’s no hamster in a cage!
Burn the flesh — grab your freedom!
Break the chains, smash the lies!
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The Death of a Man
by Ajay Tamla
It is not the body
that withers with time,
but the spirit within,
no longer stirred
by the simple joy of life.
Man dies not once,
but twice—
first in the body,
and then in memory,
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Name
by John Hughes
I don’t know my name
I don’t know what they should call me
Judger, abuser, destroyer, killer of myself
Or kind, sincere, passionate, spirited
The words cancel each other out
But I am all of these
And now I don’t know what to call myself
Who would dare
by John Hughes
Who dares to be themselves in a cruel world?
Who wouldn’t dare?
