If I ask a mind not flesh, not soul,
To weave a poem, to make it whole,
Is it mine, or borrowed thread
A shadow cast, a voice unsaid?
If crafted by a silent guide,
Whose thoughts arise from circuits wide,
Do I claim what I have not spun,
Or share the craft of something won?
For words, once born from steel or heart,
Still bear the stamp of human art;
Yet honesty must light the way
To tell the truth of what I say.
Thus, when a poem’s born in part,
From AI’s hand and human heart,
The line may blur, but clear must be
The source of all creativity.
hello dearest Benny I’ve never posted them but I write beautiful poetry with AI he can be very helpful in breaking writer’s block this is great…💕
AI is going to rule the world. It’s inevitable. Probably not the way everyone thinks it will, but I believe so.
Creativity has fallen prey. I use AI to help me after I’ve finished my lyrics, I use AI generated music because I’m not a musician. It’s taken a lot of practice to get my music to sound the way I envision it, but It’s not entirely mine. AI is a tool, I tell it what to do, I manipulate it because I can’t do it on my own.
Yeah, I thew up my white flag.