Welcome to nightpoetry. A garden where I plant, grow and reap sight, sound and feeling. Something is always in season. Come and enjoy the harvest with me…
No Artificial Intelligence procedures or software is ever used to produce these written works. I will never pervert my creativity by allowing it to become the whore of Artificial Intelligence. What you see here is what you get. Visions and insights created with hard work and my own damn intelligence. Art is worthless if doesn’t come from and contain true emotion and feeling. No matter how hard it tries, Artificial Intelligence will never be able to feel any kind of emotion, love, or compassion, it cannot truly be happy or sad, only mimic the behaviour, making any attempt at rendering true feeling two dimensional, a substance without volume and depth of meaning, a regurgitation of someone else’s hard won knowledge, a bland repackaging of spoon fed information in which there can be no originality. This is an AI Free Zone. I have no patience for mimicry or plagiarism…
nightpoetry 
“Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened, into the rose-garden.” ~ T.S. Elliot