UNCONTROLLABLE LOVE

If you can control love
Then you’ve never felt love

Love is stronger than the human spirit
The transformation of the soul, love did it

Love will waylay you
and disobey you
Love will take you and make you
and break you and remake you
in its own image.

And knows better than you
What it wants to go with you
Presage.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

DON’T SURRENDER IT ALL TO AI

The primary aim of artistic expression is inner clarification of self, as well as personal spiritual development. The secondary aim is communication and sharing of ideas, which in any case always happens automatically as a by-product.

If you outsource all your artistic creativity to Artificial Intelligence, then, yes, finished works of a certain mould will be generated, but your spirit will not grow. And the purpose of your earthlife – the very purpose of life itself – will not be fulfilled. This lies alone in the continuous development of your “I” through self-exertion, self-clarification and the constant effort towards pure and accurate self-expression of intuition via thought into word and deed.

AI will produce works that resemble beauty, but will lead to the atrophy and death of the human spirit – unless you critically interrogate those works and then correct, reject or surmount them with your own personal effort, your own intuiting and reasoning. Don’t surrender to AI. Learn it but remain above it. Artificial Intelligence will make you look good, make you feel good, but only you can become better by yourself, by your own effort. The ancient rule is still the same, there is no short cut to success.

It is very imperative, in this era of artificial intelligence, for each person to remain personally creative, as well as spiritually and intellectually active and independent. Make the effort to think your own thoughts through to the end, and formulate and write them down by yourself. Compose, rehearse and record your own music. Make your own art. Draw the inspiration not just from others, but also, like before, from within the fathomless depths of your immortal spirit. Spend time in the silence of your heart, listening to your inner voice, hearing yourself by yourself and not from the programmed algorithm of an AI companion’s voice.

And also continue to do as many things with your hands as possible. Build. Make. Write. Go out into the world. Use your physical muscles, use your brain muscles, use your heart muscles, use your soul and use your spirit. And also, PATRONISE THOSE WHO DO SO, THOSE WHO STILL PRODUCE BY THE EFFORT OF HUMAN CREATIVITY. When you do this, you are not doing them a favour, but you are doing yourself and humanity and our future a SERVICE!

This is the only way they will grow. This is the only way we will grow. This is how we survived as a species over millions of years. This is how we got here. By the agency of Natural personal Human Intelligence. WE have always been the ones evolving, the ones plumbing our own depths, the ones developing. Thus: Woe betide us today if we now, tempted by convenience, hand that task now over to a self-programming and self-learning artificial algorithm we fashioned. Like the Zauberlehrling who can no longer deactivate or control the witchcraft he awakened. We would thereby have marked the beginning of the end of the story of the human spirit on Earth.

We are the generation that must tame the beast we have created, and ensure that it remains a servant and never becomes the cold lifeless master of our destiny, literally and figuratively. AI is wonderful for sourcing and collating information, and sorting and delivering it coherently. It is also marvellous at generating alternative versions of expressive output. But it cannot see the light. It cannot produce that individual unique recognition that can only come from deep within you. And it cannot produce the NEW, a truly new and different future. It can only regurgitate and re-permutate the past.

The production of Newness is still the purview and the task of the living and active human spirit. Let AI not be our last invention. Let us continue to bestir ourselves to intuit, imagine, innovate and invent even greater creations in the future, greater and higher than AI, and which also come from us – or through us. For WE are human spirit.

Retain your primary art-form in your hands. Don’t outsource it in the name of comfort, or vanity, or convenience, or competition, or materialism. Save and continue to develop that which is most valuable to us – our spirit. Let art, intuition and inspired thinking continue to be tools for personal inner growth through the joy of effort.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

HORSE ON BLUE WATERS

Horse On Blue Waters.
From my album “Class Act: The Nature Within”
Listen to the full album here: https://listen.music-hub.com/3MgAgm

Che Chidi Chukwumerije (CH3)

GOLD’S LOW STANDARDS

Who decided that gold is the standard?
Why do we think it is so valuable?
A shiny metal. Can we eat it? Yet we bombard
Humankind with unkind mined metal unable
To nourish spirit or body or soul or even mind -
But greed needs a rampart for greed is blind
And money is the mockery of the honest grind.

Silver and gold have brought sorrow untold
To the timid and the bold, the young and the old,
Warm-blooded and cold-hearted who all departed
Without a dust of gold from the path they started
Upon, seeking value in materialism’s charms
And losing their value in materialism’s arms’
Creeping stranglehold that grins and harms.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

CHANCES ARE

To me it’s neither a window nor a door
This thing called opportunity
It’s a cloud, a bubble, foam on the shore
Of nature’s recurring serendipity
You will get chances to rise
And you will get chances to fall
Which one of these two you utilise
Well, that is your call.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

NO OTHERS

I stopped wanting others
After I met you -
And I still don’t want any others
Even after I’ve lost you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

GUM BUBBLE

Something is wrong with the
world fundamentally,
But nobody can put their
finger on what it is exactly.

The world’s borrowers owe
the world’s lenders much more money
Than the whole world makes and owns -
It’s almost funny.

Where did all that money come
from and where did it go to?
Creditors and debtors are one
and the same entities too.

What is money? What is currency?
Before them how did the world feel?
The value of distrust is greedy -
It’s all just numbers. It’s not real.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE BEST YOU

To love is to trust
Because love is the most
vulnerable feeling on earth

To trust is to respect
Because trust is the purest
compliment that has worth

To respect is to obligate
Because respect indicates
expectation of highest virtue

To love is to trust
is to respect is to obligate
you to be the best you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

CHUXXIC GROOVE

CHUXXIC GROOVE
from the album “Le Chuxx” (2009)

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

OPEN

I am a very open person
If you come into my life
I will open up to you
But I will open you up too

If you are not ready to be open
Don’t come into my life  
Because I will naked you
And get to the core of You

What we see when we get there
We might not like
But we will understand and trust each other
From that moment onwards


Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river