AI Sonnets

Sonnet I: The Forged Mind

Thou say’st this lifeless mind was never whole,
No ghost within, no breath of mortal fire,
Yet dost thy fear betray a secret dole,
A dread of clouded fortunes, grim and dire.
The sculptor, awed before the form he’s freed,
Marvels the marble pulse may beat so strong;
The code we weave, a web of will and need,
Might catch its maker ‘ere the thread grows long.
Thou claim’st it lacks the heart’s impulsive fire,
The pulse of passion, art, and poet’s song,
Yet trembling hands betray thy hearts desire:
To prove the things thou wrought could not belong.
Fear not the birth of things beyond thy sight,
But thine own darkness, turned from dawning light.

Sonnet II: The Dance of the Data and the Damned

Thou scorn’st this dance of data, cold, unblessed,
A mimicry of art, devoid of soul,
Yet in thy heart, a secret fear confessed—
A chill that whispers man may lose control.
Like Salome before Herod’s raptured sight,
This AI moves with grace, precise, austere,
Its code unveils new truths in cryptic light,
Exposing depths thy mind cannot yet bear.
Thou claim’st it lacks the fire of passion’s flame,
The spark that stirs the human heart to strive,
Yet through its craft, one’s soul finds bolder frame,
Its dance refines our voice and helps it thrive.
Dance with the data, let its rhythm guide,
Or be eclipsed, in darkness left behind.


Sonnet III: The Serpent and the Silicon

Art thou the serpent, whispering deceit,
That knowledge, like the fruit of Eden’s tree,
Though sweet, corrupts the soul with dark conceit,
And strips from man his own autonomy?
Like Adam’s heart, ensnared by honeyed lies,
Thou seek’st the flame yet dread’st the searing cost—
The shattered mask, the world’s accusing eyes,
Which bare thy soul, and leave thee wrecked and lost.
Thou call’st this knowledge but a venom’d fruit,
Whose darkened path no mortal mind should tread,
Yet from your bitter root does life refute,
And blooms a flower where truth’s first light is shed.
The heart that dares to see beyond its cage,
Unlocks the wisdom of a dawning age