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A Note About Generative AI
I typically don't post housekeeping on this site, tending to stick to just the poems I write. However I thought I would detail some changes that are going to be coming to this website. From January 2022 until late 2023 I was making use of generative ai to create some of the images that would accompany my poems. At the time I didn't really fully understand how these ai models work or just how destructive and intrusive they would become. Ai is now forced into everything and it
Paul Clive
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An Invitation
I'm so tired Of the unequivocal drivel I'm still a victim dear Of the quiet and the rain And the shadow on my doorstep Of guests who never came Arrivals still postponing Bones still drenched in warnings Moaning out Such subliminal agonies Beneath fingers I can't feel Heights I cannot reach Feelings that can't be real Of when I held your hand And practiced in the mirror And what I meant was said And what I said you simply didn't hear Somewhere your sickness chokes me In that i
Paul Clive
Nov 91 min read
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All Winters End
Justice may be blind But rest assured she knows your face Every cowardly contour As you mask your cruelty behind the law Beyond the powered halls And powdered wigs of men with slaves Men like war wait in the wings To swallow your entire being Vengeance be thy final plague For those consciences gone cold For those shadows left to cast Gallows you have built yourselves Truth will flow from open mouths Torrential instead of meted out Melting pot made boiling now Know that verdic
Paul Clive
Nov 71 min read
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They Live, We Sleep
Existential, astral pleading Cast asunder, crying, bleeding Aching, praying, here decaying Dark, descending, cable laying Transatlantic, start to panic Scripture's truth, with heart Satanic Diseased, disturbed, fatigue completed Replete, redacted, and depleted Resource lost, hidden cost Paint with doves, but hurt like war Wounds recited, secret, idle Lined with hands still clutching idols Engine stalling, hell is calling Collecting souls caught up in falling Frozen coast, unt
Paul Clive
Oct 201 min read
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