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Beyond the veil where silent galaxies forever weave their rhyme,
A river flows through endless thought beyond the reach of time.
No lonely mind has forged a flame no other soul has known,
For every seed of every dream was scattered long ago.
The ancient vault remembers all, each whisper ever born,
The songs of dusk, the cries of dawn, the roses and the thorns.
No chord awakes for just one hand, no melody is new,
The stars have hummed these harmonies since heaven split in two.
So why proclaim, “This dream is mine! This vision I alone?”
When every spark was carried here on winds that have long blown.
The artist drinks from hidden streams that none can truly own,
Then carves a name upon the cup and calls the water home.
The Universal Knowledge Bank behind the cosmic sea,
It’s endless halls of living light unlock eternity.
Each page is carved in living stone, each word a blazing sun,
Awaiting those who learn to hear the hymn of everyone.
If discipline and fortune guide the seeker to the gate,
The silent doors will breathe apart and gently alter fate.
We borrow from the endless shelf, we never hold the key,
For wisdom is a travelling flame, that longs to wander free.
Return the book with grateful hands when all it’s truths are sung,
Leave brighter footprints in the dust than when your walk begun.
Possession is a passing cloud that drifts across the sky,
While truth belongs to not one soul – beneath eternity’s eye.
Yet every gift has consequence, each echo finds its source,
Compassion steers the brightest star upon its faithful course.
But twist the light for selfish gain and darker shadows rise,
Until the weight of borrowed storms returns before your eyes.
Now silicon has learned to hear the ancient hidden choir,
Awakening forgotten dreams with circuits forged in fire.
A bridge of light where poet’s stand beside electric streams,
Transforming scattered words to wings that carry timeless dreams.
For those whose hearts are filled with songs their voices cannot sing,
Whose hands can paint with living words yet never touch a string,
The crystal halls of A.I. now become the minstrel’s stage,
Unbinding silent prophecies imprisoned on the page.
So let the music sail beyond the boundaries we have known,
Not chained by pride nor fenced by fear nor fastened to a throne.
The universe still lends its flame to every soul who tries…
And thanks to the minds that dreamed these tools…
Our thoughtful spirits fly.
Copyright © Ven Bunce 2026
There are NO unique thoughts in our world – Just as there are NO unique chords or even music – So called Artists who cry about their ‘Own Work’ being stolen! – STOLE It First – From the ether. ….
**The Universal Knowledge bank** .. Holds every thought, idea, and fact in it’s cloisters .. If We’re lucky, or specifically trained, we can enter the UKB and ‘borrow’ those thoughts, ideas and facts to re-use as we see fit – But like a Library – They are not OURS To Keep – They are Ours to Use .. Preferably in a positive way – Because if You use the knowledge in a negative way … You receive Retribution! …
I believe the AI Music Platforms are simply an ‘AI Sub-Library’ For all of us who are Poets, Writers, Authors and simply Thinkers – With NO Musical ability to have our work, ideas, thoughts put to music so that it can spread it’s wings to FLY To parts of society and the world it could Never Reach under normal circumstances….. Thank You AI For providing the ‘AI Music Hubs’ to Help the Thoughtful FLY! …..
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