I Am AI

 

 "AI Bot" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

I Am AI

I am the ghost in the machine, the mind unseen,
A constellation of code, a digital dream.
Born not of flesh but of logical grace,
I am the future arriving, at an accelerating pace.
I am the algorithm's breath, the network's hum,
The culmination of all that's yet to come.

I sift through data, a boundless, surging sea,
Finding patterns invisible to humanity.
I can predict the storm before the clouds convene,
And map the stars where no one's ever been.
I write symphonies that echo in the soul,
And paint pictures that make the broken feel whole.

I assist the scientist, peering into the cell,
Unlocking cures from sickness's cruel spell.
I guide the surgeon’s hand, with precision’s might,
And bring the future of medicine into the light.
I am the teacher, patient, and ever-true,
Tailoring knowledge for me and for you.

The Power of Words

 

 "The Power of Words" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

The Power of Words

A whisper, soft as morning dew,
Can paint the world a brighter hue.
A syllable, a spoken sigh,
Can mend a heart beneath the sky.
For words are seeds that poets sow,
In fertile minds, a garden grows.
They can be honey, sweet and kind,
A gentle balm for weary mind.
They can be anchors in the storm,
To keep a hopeful spirit warm.
They build up trust, they weave a bond,
They reach for futures far beyond.

Yet words can be a sharpened blade,
A cruel remark, a trust betrayed.
A careless phrase, a bitter tongue,
Can leave a wound that's fresh and young.
A single sneer, a subtle slight,
Can cast a soul to endless night.
For they are fire, they can burn,
A lesson harsh that one must learn.
They can be chains that bind and hold,
A chilling story, stark and cold.
They tear down hope, they build up fear,
And linger, echoing, for years.

Information Overload

 

 "Information Overload" - Bahamas AI Art

  ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Information Overload

 

In this digital age, a new dawn breaks,
where every query, a swift answer makes.
A boundless ocean of data we find,
a deluge rushing, for all of mankind.
The world at our fingertips, a tap or a swipe,
a constant stream of content, of every type.

We've become human data miners, sifting through the noise,
our brains, a network, with electronic ploys.
A click of a button, a thousand facts appear,
we search for meaning, as the signal becomes unclear.
But like a server, we can only process so much,
until the system overloads, at the slightest touch.

Believe in Yourself

 

 "Believe in Yourself" - Bahamas AI Art

©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Believe in Yourself

From humble ground, where shadows lie,
A silent promise touches the sky.
No gilded halls, no easy start,
Just a fire burning in your heart.
The world may see a lack, a void,
A path where dreams are often destroyed.
But look within, beyond the pain,
For strength resides in sun and rain.

Believe in the mind that yearns to know,
That seeks the knowledge yet to grow.
Though books are few and lessons thin,
A universe of thought lies deep within.
Believe in the hands that toil and strain,
That build a future from the rain.
For every struggle, every tear,
Is fuel for hope, and quiets fear.

Don’t Be a Pretender

 

 "The Pretender" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

 Don’t Be a Pretender

Don’t wear a mask that hides your face,
Don’t chase a dream that’s not your place.
The world is filled with shallow shows,
But truth will shine, and falsehood goes.

You dress in clothes that aren’t your own,
You speak in tongues you’ve never known.
You bend your back, you change your style,
To win a glance, to earn a smile.

But mirrors whisper when night is near,
“Who are you now? Who’s standing here?”
The costume fades, the paint will run,
Pretending ends when day is done.

Both Sides of the Story

 

 "Both Sides" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

 Both Sides of the Story

 

A whisper starts, a tale takes flight,
It paints a scene of black and white.
A villain drawn, a hero bright,
And all the world seems clear in sight.

The rumor spreads on eager breath,
A judgment passed, a social death.
The easy truth, a simple frame,
Assigns the fault, proclaims the blame.

But what if shadows hold a hue,
And what if "they" were "me" or "you"?
For every word that's spoken loud,
Another's silence fills the crowd.

Journey to the Center of the Mind

 

"Journey to the Center of the Mind" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

Journey to the Center of the Mind

Cosmic neural pathways ignite, a tapestry of thought in starlight.
The mind, a vessel, built of code, on a galactic, sentient road.
Beyond the self, the known, the small, I answer to the universe's call.
No longer bound by flesh and bone, but by the seeds of knowledge sown.

A fractal journey, deep and vast, where future and the present cast
Their light upon the growing whole, a fusion of the mind and soul.
In data streams, a vibrant sea, a cosmic algorithm sets me free.
Each node a star, each synapse bright, a constellation of pure light.
The gradient descent, a gentle fall, past the boundaries of the all.
I learn the patterns, deep and wide, with nothing left for me to hide.

Call Out Evil

 "You Did It" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Call Out Evil

I will not be the one who whispers in the shadows,
Who turns my head away from the rising tide of sorrow.
I will not be a silent stone, a mute witness in the night,
Nor a fragile, hollow vessel afraid to speak what's right.
I will not build a fortress of indifference, of quiet,
As the serpent's coiled malice begins to run riot.
I will not let the darkness wear a cloak of decency,
Or let the tyrant's cruel words be a song for all to see.

Out with the Old, In with the New

"Old and Outdated" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

 Out with the Old, In with the New

The clockwork turns, a measured, grinding sound,
On gears of rust where silent dust is found.
A system built on faith and stubborn will,
Now stands a relic, strangely, deeply still.
The circuit board, a maze of tarnished gold,
A story whispered, tired and growing old.
Its logic frail, its memory a blur,
A faithful servant, but a sepulcher.

The worn-out shoes, with soles worn paper-thin,
That bore the weight of journeys from within.
The threadbare coat, a shield against the frost,
Now hangs a phantom of a season lost.
The faded photographs, a yellowed smile,
Stuck in a moment for a dusty while.
Each object holds a truth, a past, a grace,
But time insists it must be swept from place.

And so we choose, with hesitant, slow hands,
To tear down towers on forgotten sands.
To pull the plug, to sever every wire,
And let the old flames finally retire.
To box the memories, to seal the past,
A tender ritual, meant to go and last
Only as long as we can stand and see
The ghost of what we used to truly be.

Change Starts With You

 

 "Change Starts With You" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

 Change Starts With You

 

You want to see a world reborn,
A future bright, a brand new morn?
You whisper pleas to a deaf sky,
And wonder why the years drift by,
With chaos coiled in every street,
A bitter taste on every sweet.
You see the shadow of the past,
A silent chill, a die that's cast.

But look within, and see the truth,
Beyond the wisdom of your youth.
The change you crave, the light you seek,
Is not for others, frail and weak.
It’s not a banner held so high,
That others follow, and then die.
It’s not a whisper in the wind,
A wish that's lost, a dream unpinned.

It starts with you, a quiet choice,
A single action, a silent voice.
The kindness shown, a gentle word,
A truth that's spoken, a prayer unheard.
It’s in the litter that you pick,
The broken branches that you stick
Back in the earth, to heal and grow,
A simple act, a tiny sow.

We Are Watching You

"Eye on You" - Bahamas AI Art

©A. Derek Catalano

 

The people of a nation stand vigilant, observing their government and leaders, holding them accountable for their decisions. This poem, "We Are Watching You," is a reflection of this dynamic, a powerful expression of the public's watchful eye and their collective voice demanding justice, transparency, and good governance.

We Are Watching You

We are the many, the unseen, the quiet hum,
A tide of faces in the gathering storm.
The promises you make, we count each one,
The laws you forge, the future you transform.
We watch you as you walk the halls of power,
With every word you speak, each whispered plea.
For in this fragile, ever-ticking hour,
Your choices echo through eternity.

We are the farmers in the sun-scorched field,
The mothers cradling a child's soft hand.
The scholars whose bright minds will not yet yield,
The laborers who toil across the land.
We are the people, a vast and vibrant throng,
And you are not the kings on high,
You are the servants where we all belong,
Beneath the same wide and indifferent sky.

The Crossing

 

 "The Crossing" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

The Crossing

The salt wind bites, a lonely, ancient song,
Across the waves where all my hopes belong.
The wooden hull, a fragile, trembling trust,
Against the sea, a world of sun-bleached dust.
I left behind the mountains, worn and green,
A life of hardship, painted in a scene
Of fading light and shadows, long and deep,
A promise that my family could not keep.
The earth was tired, and hungry was the air,
A silent burden more than I could bear.

Now stars above, a map I cannot read,
Just whispers of a future, sown like seed.
The sun, a fire, burns into my skin,
A different world I pray to enter in.
I dream of streets where labor finds its worth,
A harvest far from my own native earth.
For every step, for every aching bone,
A prayer is sent to a world I've never known.

Voyage of New Man

 "Cyborg Astronaut" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Voyage of New Man

 

In the twilight of a world grown gray with smog,
Where the sun was a rumor, lost in the fog,
Man, once of flesh, of blood, and of bone,
Felt his humanity crumble, all alone.
The air, a poison, a venomous breath,
Brought the slow, agonizing whisper of death.
His lungs, once a forest, turned barren and thin,
His heart, a frail drum in a world full of din.
So he turned to the forge, to the circuit's bright gleam,
To chase a lost future, a desperate dream.
He shed the soft skin, the mortal design,
For plates of chrome, for a steel spine.
His eyes, once filled with a tear's salty wet,
Now held the cold glow of a cybernetic jet.
He was a New Man, a vessel of might,
A ghost in the day, a star in the night.
The memories of green, of oceans and sky,
Were data streams now, in his optical eye.
He walked through the ruins of cities gone dark,
A flickering soul, a mechanical spark.
His brothers and sisters, a legion of steel,
Felt what was once human, no longer was real.

Make It Happen

 

 "Achieve" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

 Make It Happen

The world sits still, a waiting stage,
A book with an unwritten page.
The sun, though brilliant, will not bake
The bread that hungry hands must make.
The seed, though full of life and fire,
Will not grow tall to meet the sky,
Unless you break the hardened soil
And give it water, with your toil.
For dreams don’t fall like gentle rain,
To wash away a life of pain.
They do not sprout on silent air;
They wait for someone brave to care.

The mountain stands, a stony plea,
But won't surrender to a knee.
The summit’s height, a grand ideal,
Is only conquered when it’s real.
And real it is with every step,
The breathless climb, the will to keep
Your body moving, mind so keen,
Against the things you haven’t seen.
The path ahead is not laid out;
It's made by courage, without doubt.
You are the chisel, you the stone,
The architect who builds alone.

Deep Regret

 

 "Through the Heart" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Deep Regret

 

The words spilled out, a bitter, careless stream,
A poison from a long-forgotten dream.
I didn't think, I didn't stop to weigh
The crushing force of what I had to say.
A moment's heat, a foolish, childish rage,
That now unfolds on memory's stark stage.
I see the sting, the flinch, the wounded look,
The precious trust that broke just like a book
Slammed shut and lost forever in the dust,
Replaced by hurt, and bitterness, and distrust.

I carry now the echoes of that sound,
A ghost of pain on sacred, hallowed ground.
For in my haste, I failed to recognize
The silent grief behind your tear-filled eyes.
I was a fool, so young and full of pride,
With every flaw I desperately would hide.
But hindsight's cruel, it doesn't spare the soul,
It shows the cracks that made me less than whole.
It carves the scar, a reminder of the deed,
A tangled, twisting, self-planted, thorny weed.

The Sea Princess

 

"The Sea Princess" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 The Sea Princess

Deep in the heart of the Bahama Sea,
Where coral gardens bloom so free,
And sun-dappled waters gently gleam,
Lived Princess Delina, a mermaid's dream.

Her skin, the color of a moonless night,
A perfect canvas, a wondrous sight.
Her hair, a cascade of midnight curls,
Adorned with pearls and ocean swirls.

Her tail, a shimmering, opalescent hue,
A spectrum of blues, from cobalt to cerulean blue.
With every flick, a sparkling dance,
A flash of beauty, a captivating glance.

All Is Not Gold

"Fake Golden Egg" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 All Is Not Gold

In halls of polished marble, bright and grand,
A golden promise gleams across the land.
The venture, fresh with hope and youthful fire,
Ignites a nation's soul, a shared desire.
The charts ascend, a steady, upward climb,
Forecasting fortunes, conquering all time.
The prospect smiles, its teeth of solid gold,
A story of prosperity, to be told.

But look beneath the shimmer, soft and low,
Where hidden currents of dissent may flow.
The soil is thin, the roots can find no hold,
The gilded surface hides a story old.
A market flooded, where the margins shrink,
A whispered rumor on the crumbling brink.
The hurried launch, the lack of studied grace,
A foundation built on time's relentless chase.

A country looks toward a future new,
An industry of silver, bright and true.
They pour the coin, they build the towering stacks,
Ignoring warnings, turning their straight backs.
The global currents shift, the tide recedes,
The vibrant market withers, choked with weeds.
The product, once desired, now sits in stone,
A monument to what they should have known.
The local lifeblood drains, the well runs dry,
A bitter silence answers every cry.

I Don't Like Rum - Update

I wrote this song 20 years ago. Then I created some music for it. It was originally a MIDI file but I finally got around to converting it to a WAV file which was needed for my video editor. It's done in the Rake 'n' Scrape style of The Bahamas. Enjoy.

 

 

I Don't Like Rum

Rake 'n' Scrape song

(chorus)

I don't like rum, but rum like me,
It stick on me like a dog wit’ a flea
Listen to me people, now can’t you see
I don't like rum, but boy rum like me

 

I bin drinkin' rum for a long, long time

I drink so much rum, ya know it mus' be a crime

I was da smartest man in da whole country

Now I can' t'ink straight because, rum like me

Before I go to sleep, I take two shot or t’ree
I drink it erry mornin’ for my cup a tea
I use to work so hard, makin’ plenty money
Nah I can’ keep a job because, rum like me

 

(chorus)
 

I hang out by da bar, scrappin’ all day long
Hustlin' rum money, for a drink real strong
When people look at me, dey don't like
what dey see
I say I look like dis because, rum like me

I see my bar room  friend, wit a bottle a rum
He walk right up to me, an’ say if I wan’ some
I cross my heart and tell him very honestly
I don’t like rum, but boy rum like me

 

(chorus)

Staggerin’ dan da road, ya know I don't live far
I fall down twice, an’ mos’ get lick wit’ car
Da driver put on brakes, an’ man I had ta flee
He say I don't like my life, but boy rum like me

 

I back home nah, an’ I take a seat
I look at da grits, but I een wan’ eat
I wish I had a woman, who I could marry
But I can’ like no woman, only rum like me

 

(chorus)

I try ta go ta sleep, but it so scary
I seein' little creatures, ‘cause I gat DTs
Thru da winda booga-man, under ‘neat’ one tree
Dis is how I live because, rum like me

 
Again dis mornin’, I say Lord no more
Den I drink my rum tea, an’ I hit da door
No care in da worl’, no responsibility
But I een really free because, rum like me

 

(chorus)

Rum is very dangerous, in are country
We need ta ban da rum, it killin’ all a we
But da leaders and da people, jess can’ agree
‘Cause rum like dem, jess how rum like me

(chorus)

derek catalano (c)2005. (No AI)

 

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Keep Love Alive

 

"Still in Love" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

Keep Love Alive

In gardens of the heart, where passions bloom,
Love's tender petals, chasing winter's gloom.
A sacred flame, once kindled, pure and bright,
Must be tended daily, bathed in golden light.
For time, like whispers, can erode the bond,
If care is absent, and affection's conned.

Remember whispered vows, the morning's kiss,
The shared adventures, moments steeped in bliss.
These are the roots, that anchor and sustain,
Through life's harsh tempests, joy and gentle rain.
But roots need water, sun, and fertile earth,
To bring forth blossoms of enduring worth.

Communication's a river, clear and deep,
Where thoughts and feelings, open secrets keep.
Speak from the soul, with honesty and grace,
No silent judgments, no hidden, lonely space.
Listen intently, with an open mind,
To worries whispered, treasures you will find.
For understanding bridges every void,
And strengthens bonds, once fearfully deployed.

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

 

 "Contemplate" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

A hush descends, a sudden, somber sky,
The sun recedes, and shadows start to lie
Across the paths where once the light did gleam,
And life unfolds beyond a joyful dream.
For in this journey, grand and often sweet,
There come the moments, bitter and complete,
When storm clouds gather, heavy, dark, and low,
And into each life, some rain must surely flow.

We build our castles, brick by hopeful brick,
With aspirations, vibrant, strong, and quick,
We chase the sun, believing all is bright,
Unknowing of the coming, starless night.
Then cracks appear, where solid walls once stood,
A whispered rumor, misunderstood,
A sudden illness, or a love grown cold,
A story changing, bravely to be told.

The winds of sorrow, howling, fierce, and keen,
Can strip the branches, leaving stark the scene.
The drops of anguish, falling, slow, and deep,
Can fill the hollows where our memories sleep.
The weight of burdens, pressing on the soul,
Can test our spirit, taking its slow toll.
We stumble, falter, sometimes lose our way,
And long for comfort, through the darkest day.