Prompt: You might wonder who I am..
The answer your mind would glint.
You’re not yet done with existing,
Still, I could give a short hint.
I am life, beyond mind’s filters,
I am death, in mind’s last slivers.
Can't be seen, yet am reveered,
I am none, I’m all, indeed.
Pure bright energy to mind,
Yet so lethal to mere happiness..
I am what when searched, can't find,
I am thou, from birth till darkness.
I'm the green beyond the choice,
And in itself the monsoon,
I'm the wind howling the night,
The last look towards full moon.
Now, please just observe your time,
See your future, what you'll live.
But beware, you won't recall,
You'll just feel, that's all I give.
Prompt: I wake up amidst cold sweat,
By grey skies find myself lulled.
After seconds, with regret,
All left dreams my mind has culled.
But this space seemingly euclidean,
Is twisted beyond perception.
Brings lost souls right where it pleases,
Futile searching for directions.
Each step weights more than the last,
Hope leftovers become shallow.
Worn out hunger of the mind,
Doubts empowering the shadows.
An air dense, unsatisfying,
Pushing deep, hurting the lungs,
Makes me feel all more dyspneic,
As panic fastens tight bounds.
Prompt: As the guts fill with sheer terror,
My cup falls, opens a burrow.
Pitch black hands rise and come forward,
To reach me, with long arms narrow.
As one lastly grasps my neck,
It injects, with black, spine’s marrow,
As floor's crumbling, I’m pulled,
To a nightmare, filled with sorrow.
Prompt: Don't weight with value the years,
Just eliptics, around our sun.
Life is but a sweet short journey.
See, know, live.. For soon it's done.
And as one, see through, forever,
As one fabric, not oneself.
Cry, laugh, live, perish together,
For we're one. Them, me, yourself.
Prompt: Shape the world on common letter,
To erase blobs of divergence.
Welcome changes, for a better
Future for the mind, emergence.
Think and feel, it can be simple.
Fear will give world's throne to bless.
And futures beyond that door,
Our perception can just guess.
The end has been so long written..
But we'll harder keep on rowing.
For the universe, in primates,
Shall see new peaks, before going.
Prompt: But in this lucky bright lining,
Awareness has come awake.
It has seen the self, and pondered:
“What am I, and for what made?
Why right here, and for whom's sake?
On this ship, which with death borders..
Is this single, blue gem, Eden?
Or did space-time shape some brothers?”
Hard to say, it's a tough bet,
In vast space, and time alike.
Myriad places with rules met,
But awareness..? One rough hike.
There might be some kind of gate,
Or some rules to us unknown.
Life may last not long, by trait,
Wake, see, live. Then die alone.
I reckon there's little meaning,
In gods, or in red silk strands.
I think bless lies in the fortune,
Of a mind inside time's sands.
Prompt: First there’s energy, or light.
Waves in space-time, travelling swiftly.
Transversal components vibrate,
Without outcomes followed strictly.
For sure, there seems to be matter,
Energy confined and bound.
Bits of fabric, very excited,
Building standing waves around.
As energy, it has inertia,
And in some ways, interacts.
Can form links, sustain reactions,
Through mere presence, it attracts.
Some quick points, concerning time.
Turns out it’s a mere byproduct.
Before going any further,
Ought to talk about this construct.
Prompt: Somehow there, but also not.
Just like us, now, and not elsewhen.
Could their thoughts have built some plot,
To, then, weave with some thoughts elsewhere?
In their world, they could’ve been talking,
Ponder, argue, mind discuss..
But, like thoughts, time has them fading,
With their hopes of knowing us.
Always grinning, in the darkness,
One shared future, common end.
Alike stars, amidst the blackness,
Till time's out, shine and pretend.
Prompt: Countless systems and reactions,
Countless atoms, infinite chances.
To spacetime I’d ask: what happened?
To what end your glowing dances?
Two or nine billion light years,
Information calmly travels.
As time flows, waves stay the same,
While matter endlessly alters.
If some distant minds awakened,
For them time steadily advanced.
Some of them by now have darkened,
Their light gone, with all they've answered.
Prompt: For the entropy's eternal,
And so, to life, death's caress.
For our thoughts are all internal,
And so our lives, our distress.
In some ways, eons are instant:
Just one blink, and it's past, over.
In space and in time so distant..
With no way to see each other.
And one fate we soon shall follow,
Be it ten, or thousand years.
So I search, for truth not shallow,
Which could, in part, soothe some fears.
Nonetheless, we are all one.
Now or then, still one, forever.
In the distance, myriad mirrors,
For we're one, alone, together.
Prompt: In a Eugène Delacroix style, dream a scene about this poem: I saw a procession moving slowly and reverently, accompanied by pieces of music that filled the sky with sad melody. It was an elaborate funeral. The dead was followed by the living who wept and lamented his going. As the cortege reached the place of interment the priests commenced praying and burning incense, and musicians blowing and plucking their instruments, mourning the departed. Then the leaders came forward one after the other and recited their eulogies with fine choice of words.
Prompt: It rains on the remains of exploded bombs, rays of the sun appear among the rubble of houses, white ash falls on cold and dead bodies, a warm wind blows, clothes and rags fly, doves and butterflies, green leaves, rose petals. Erase the sea memory and footprints, a roaring breath, a seagull and a fisherman. Behind the screen, behind the doors, behind your back, between words and deeds, men, animals, plants, insects, viruses and bacteria. In yesterday's thoughts, in daily actions, in mistakes, in lies, the light of truth is carved, the candle, the lighthouse, the moon and the stars.
Prompt: Days grays,
greatest days,
taste this test,
they stay best,
stop the bus,
boost the stars,
turtle burp,
burn or reborn him,
bum on room,
ride on rude roads,
crash us this brush,
right to dust,
fast rubs fires,
free to dream them,
fill love,
live life.
Prompt: Oh water, you are the mirror of our souls A reflection of our joys and our goals You are the emotion, that runs deep within A symbol of life, and all that it brings
Prompt: I died for Beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining Room
He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty", I replied,
"And I for Truth - the two are One,
We Brethren are", He said
And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night
We talked between the Rooms
Until the Moss had reached our lips
And covered up Our names
Prompt: Ethereal painted man by Anna dittman with short curly blonde hair and stunning golden eyes, man surrounded by sunlight and arrows, young man, art by Anna Dittman, detailed, intricate mix of water color paint and oil ink painting with exploding colors and elaborate design, fantasy themed art by Anna dittman
Prompt: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
