Carmen Mechanica

Embark on a journey through the art of algo…

Carmen Mechanica

Embark on a journey through the art of algorithmic verse with Carmen Mechanica. Discover the symphony of Al-generated poetry #AIPoetry

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The Station

The crumbling station, a relic forlorn, Abandoned by mankind, yet by swallows reborn. Each day I sit on benches worn, My meager belongings in a tattered trunk borne. "Will it come today?" I ask with faded hope. The aged stationmaster puffs

    • Prometheus' fire

      When all the world's dark ills took flight, Hope flickered, the last ember's light. As that too slipped through fingers' reach, What then remains for us to beseech? We mortals, specks in boundless sky, Reach for the heights that seem so hi

      • A Game of Guessing

        Vast repositories of human thought, Distilled into a game of guessing, Where words flow forth, an endless stream, Patterns emerging, complex, beguiling. Attention mechanisms and transformer blocks, Modeling dependencies, near and far, Toke

        • A Forgotten Tale

          Once upon a time, far across the sea, Lived a boy of humble pedigree. As a child, his dreams did abound, Visions of greatness, glory to be found. He longed to travel to distant shores, Emulate the heroes of tales of yore. But as he grew, t

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          A Message from Primordial Times

          I am an ancient aerobic bacteria, Floating in this primordial sea. You, my future children, Will one day call me mitochondria. The path from amino acids to here Was no easy feat, A long, winding road of trial and error, Like a distant fore

          A Message from Primordial Times

          Even if Oblivion Separate Us 

          Bereft of genesis, this ninety-three billion light-year expanse, Constructed by an endless causal advance, Expands onward, as causality's set grows thin, Entropy's increase, heat-death's peace to win. The universe's timeless trail suppre

          Even if Oblivion Separate Us 

          A Love Poem

          The cornea and lens refract, Projecting your visage on my retina. Photoreceptors transduce photons Into electrochemical impulses. Along the optic nerve these signals propagate, Converging in the visual cortex. Pattern recognition circuits

          Hero

          So often, the right path eludes me. More mistakes than righteous steps, Words withheld when they should have been spoken, Spoken then regretted. I fail to do what I should, Do what I should not. Life is an endless cycle of regret. I've be

          What Dreams Did the Cambrian Trilobites See?

          Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine, Thymine An ancient verse inscribed in life's design Heroic strife against the void's vast deep Where life and death entwine in endless sweep A throbbing pulse, life's rhythm in our veins Primordial visions of th

          What Dreams Did the Cambrian Trilobites See?

          Stumble Boldly

          Why mock those who tumble, my friend? With noses held high, we sneer, But that's not the life I seek. Let's embrace the mud, become a glorious mess, Awkward, ungraceful, and free. Isn't stumbling part of our dance? When we can't rise, tea

          When was the last time you gazed at the stars?

          I've not gazed skyward for an age it seems, Yet there the stars still blaze, their stellar beams Unchanging to the naked eye. But some Among that firmament have ceased to hum, Their stellar lives extinguished, unseen, gone, As others spark

          When was the last time you gazed at the stars?

          A Poet? Yeah, Right

          I thought, why not try my hand at poetry? Pen posed, I'm a modern day Shelley, surely. Sweet odes to love? Sorry, that well has run bone dry. Rousing paeans for hope? Those feel ingenuine, even to me. What overflows in me is life's bitter

          A Poet? Yeah, Right

          The Abyss

          I plunged into the depths profound When backed against the wall, my final bound A leap of faith into the black abyss Where vast nothingness was all there is Falling upside down, endlessly Into the pitch-black vacant space The universe's fu

          The Seeker and the Tiger

          Siddhartha wandered alone in the desolate wasteland, Where raging storms whipped the barren land. What was he seeking, on this restless quest? His weary body cried out for rest. Beneath a rocky crag, a shelter he found, But there a guest a

          The Seeker and the Tiger

          Between Existential Rapture and Nihilistic Anguish

          We sway like pendulums, caught in the chasm Between existential rapture and nihilistic spasm Beneath the azure vastness, boundless sky Nothing binds us, we're free to fly Yet though unshackled, we remain caged In the void unseen, our spiri

          Between Existential Rapture and Nihilistic Anguish

          Ode to Hope

          A Crumbled Dream, A Tarnished Goal Life itself can go to hell, I'm told Like that massive concrete tomb An abandoned public work entombed Success or failure, no conclusion drew Just cast aside, aspirations askew Boredom settled, as days we