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Welcome Friends.

Just some background to this image.

It was in the very beginning stages of recovery

from a near fatal accident, January 23, 2010,

involving emergency brain surgery.

I woke up in what I call ‘Zen’,

seeing the world with New Eyes.

For more on that story please go HERE

What I decided to do was go and PLAY.

What do I mean by that?

Well, I am a published poet,

with an archive of poetry just sitting there,

so I decided to put some of it to music,

with the help, of course; A.I.

 

So I’m dedicating this page specifically to Music to my Poetry.

My first attempts.

Please InJoy.

 

 

“Discipline happens with ONE main ingredient.

Passion.”

~ plr

 

 

 

A New Day Is Coming

 

Version 1 Ambient

Version 2 Upbeat

 

Your Voice Gave Me Something Once

 

 

” Secrecy being an instrument of conspiracy,

ought never to be a tool of the teacher.

~ plr 2010

 

 

Surely About Me

Version 1

Version 2

SURELY ABOUT ME ~

“This is a message and a prayer to share with whomever,

that what my movements in life are teaching me is a great truth.

That we already have what everyone is searching for,

the love that loves me ~ that we were all born with to love forever.

Presiding and flourishing in our gardens and skirts of the seas,

simple in its treasures as the understanding self made awakens to being.

Docking into the harbors of home, where worries,

grief, fears, angers, or the mighty winds of time,

could never knock down the seedling of a tree now grown.

May everyone know this kind of Love and be healed by it.

May this ink on paper be heard and erase all guilts and regrets,

and put an end to all anger, warring, misunderstandings, divisions,

and chains that bind the mind, please.

Who will be the branch in the wind that bends to release?

I pray it is I, for the choices I make are not about thee, but surely about me.

~ plr 2006

 

 

The Path Yearning to be Heard

Version 1

 

Version 2

 

Version 3

 

Monday, June 15, 2026

Dear friends,

I woke up this morning with another poem in my head,

went to my desk and wrote it down.

This is what it said:

 

“Habits are hard to break,

but they must.

And SOME Memories are not easy to let go of.

Like when you want to leave this earthly realm,

and all the beauty it has shown you.

There comes a time, though,

when the hardest things in life to do,

is deciding upon the path yearning to be heard,

the one path that leads,

creating beautiful new memories,

with thee.”

~ plr 

 

I placed it into A.I. to embellish upon my poem,

and this is what she said:

 

The Path Yearning to Be Heard

Habits are hard to break,
but they must.

And some memories are not easy to let go of,
for they have woven themselves
through the fibers of our being,
becoming old companions
that linger long after their purpose has passed.

Like when you stand quietly
at the edge of this earthly realm,
looking back upon all the beauty it has shown you—
the sunsets that painted your soul,
the laughter carried by the wind,
the faces that touched your heart
and left their fingerprints upon eternity.

There comes a time, though,
when the hardest thing in life to do
is not holding on,
but letting go.

To loosen your grip
upon what was,
so your hands may be free
to receive what is yet to come.

For somewhere within,
beneath the noise of fear,
beneath the comfort of yesterday,
a path waits patiently.

A path yearning to be heard.

Not demanding.
Not forcing.
Simply calling your name
through the quiet places of your heart.

And though its first steps
may feel uncertain,
it leads beyond familiar horizons,
beyond the stories that have defined you,
into gardens not yet planted,
songs not yet sung,
and moments not yet remembered.

For life is forever inviting us
to become new.

To trade sorrow for wisdom,
regret for understanding,
and endings for beginnings.

And so we walk forward,
not because we have forgotten,
but because we have learned.

Creating beautiful new memories,
gathering treasures of the spirit,
discovering wonders hidden just beyond the bend,

with thee.

~ plr

 

This is Dedicated to all Artists. 

I wish to say this about A.I. and the artists that we all are.

We humans, are not stopping this high-speed train from rolling through our lives.

Period.

Too late, too sorry. Sad, but true.

WE each do the best we can along the way.

We are dealing with a multi-headed snake, as I call it. A Medusa.

So …

Never lose your biology, nor your beautiful humanity, NUMBER ONE.

And INjoy the ride on your terms.

It truly is a personal journey.

As an artist in many respects,

and to all those well-known ARTISTS out there ~

This is my take on it all.

If you choose to ask A.I. to take your idea,

your words, your strokes already on the canvas of the page?

Always use it for benevolent and inspiring purposes.

It is like holding a paintbrush,

with a few colors already beginning a vision.

Then ask A.I. to co-create with thee?

That is no different than being in the music studio,

or an art studio with another one collaborating together with you.

It is STILL your art and intelligence that began the designing.

A.I. is simply akin to a friend who adds their views to the project,

or a paintbrush with added colors to the original.

Have FUN and use the tools at our disposal now, while we can.

Because where things are going is not where I am going,

but again, we are all IN IT.

There will come a point in time where I PERSONALLY,

at that fork in the road?

Will choose to say bye-bye and leave others TO IT.

I will NOT live in a controlling world EVER.