Throw Myself into the Night
I am going to throw myself into the night just to see what happens.
I am going to take a chance, be adventurous, wild, and spontaneous
because when you live in New Orleans and summer is upon us,
you cannot help but be ready to mess stuff up and partake in the miscellaneous.
Not an itinerary, nor a plan for tonight will ever cross my mind.
No second thoughts or hesitations to waste my precious time.
I’m putting on some comfortable threads because this summer heat is far from divine.
I am going to throw myself into the night and see what adventures I get into this time.
Who needs a full moon to start your transformation, your metamorphosis to be wild, when you have the New Orleans summer vibes in effect, it is your chance to be more than mild.
Have fun, and have a ball! Hell, have two if it makes you smile.
I am going to throw myself into the night and give a new meaning to fun restyled.
Any which way the wind blows if there is fun to be had.
No Debbie Downers or party poopers, or anyone who makes this night sad,
Only people living in the moment, seizing the day with good energies make us glad.
Only if life were comprised of a community of positive energies, we would have our own island or pad.
I live my life structured enough, organized, and looking for bosses to approve.
A little spontaneity never hurt anyone when you are ready to make sudden moves.
Just be wise and always careful and live your life no matter who disapproves.
Just throw yourself into the night, make memories, and get into the groove.
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"The Power of Poetry" speaks volumes in the lines of the poem "Throw Myself into the Night." Written by a New Orleans native,
, this poem encapsulates the electrifying essence of the city and the joys of living spontaneously. As readers, we can't help but feel the lure of an unplanned night out, the charge in the air, and the promise of boundless possibilities.It's a rallying cry for spontaneity, urging us to cast aside our inhibitions and let the wind take us where it may.
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Whenever intelligence
Is used
To manipulate or persuade,
It is Artificial.
Like a knife with a dull blade.
Artificial Intelligence
Has been around
To drive an agenda,
To drive home an ill conceived point.
Now, to drive a car.
Artificial creates a star.
Artificial Intelligence brambles
Entangled, traps, deceives.
Creates an illusion
Of security.
Artifical Intelligence will save the day!
Increase profit margins,
Forcing all to pay.
Yes, the obsession with acquisition, methinks, is the root problem. The term "original sin" comes to mind. Our world is entrapped.