One thing I am sick of is the lack of accountability,
The broken systems no one made,
The no signatures on the heavily implied computer generated letters no one signed…
Shoving up in my face, my business
Telling me what their computer decides,
Ring and complain,
Oh it’s my game day.
I’m the one taking them for a ride.
AI is so not my thing,
Sure it may have a place,
If it was like The Jetsons days
Where the AI cleaned up their trash…
Reality AI I feel has too much run,
Those that create it keep accountability to none,
If you’re on the receiving end of something that mucks up,
Well, it’s my fault I could have done more.
Can’t complain, because it’s no one’s fault,
They just work in the system,
They can’t bring it to a halt,
But when AI messes with livelihoods at hand,
Stuff up payment transactions,
Causing families not to eat,
And the person who made such a mess,
Imperfect, perfect for them at that end…
Those who wish to create something good enough it’s barely scraping by, if it was something else would we drop the matter?
Seriously drops in letters from AI,
They are gonna get a call upon the complaints line!
Chats
Fall or Faith.
No one has the right to tell you,
What to think of feel about someone who has harmed you,
As I find my voice,
As I trust my soul,
As I fumble over the workings out of this world,
There’s one thing, that I’m told absolutely reins true,
Do not believe in those that have fooled you,
Though, they might say that they are the best,
To trust them, and to give them your faith,
But I’m not sorry to say, my faith lies in God today, tomorrow and always,
Whatever happens I can turn to him,
I talk to him,
Oh look, here he is right now,
Coming today,
To say,
Nothing is the matter,
Don’t fall for their lies,
For little or for greater,
I’m the one your creator,
Have a little faith,
Trust me I’ve got your face held in my hand.
And today we thank you God,
For your works upon this earth,
We have your hand to hold,
Our faith be told,
Because with you we can become bold.
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Faithful Predictions
Our bodies are multidimensional,
They are not singular sequence of strands,
So many processes going on,
Its comolex but as doctors don’t seem to understand,
They mostly work on one level playing field,
Not understand near anything else,
It’s gotta be what they specialize in only,
And to them, in their opinion, your fate is sealed.
You know how many times I’ve heard people overcome,
Troublesome, gloom-some, awful noted endings,
That have not come to be.
They didn’t believe their doctor,
Pushing for answers more,
Seeking in the reality,
One of course which they adore.
They seek, they find, they do, they mend,
From gut healing, to immune boosting,
But that’s not what the doctors would recommend….
They’d rather your child, with a low immune system like mine,
Be fat, and fed less nutrients,
But absolutely not on my time!
These guys are specialists,
So why did I not listen, to those that “knew best”,
Those people don’t love my kid, and right on, this mumma knows best.
I didn’t listen, I walked away, I did what I need best,
My child with a low immune system?
She only got the best!
She didn’t go on formula, so the nutritionist could track her calories easily,
Absolutely not, she stayed on breast milk,
With a huge nutrition dense content.
And what where the results?
Kind of annoying if you must know.
To have three hour round trips for 15 minute appointments with these people “in the know”…
For them to be surprised, no chest infractions yet?
No sir, are you surprised? You’re the specialist….
It’s not surprising to me, I gave my child the best.
I boosted her immune system,
And gave her body the best.
She has never been hospitalized, as they predicted,
From a common cold or flu,
No ear infections,
No chest infections,
Nothing of the messed up stew that the specialists predicted…
And to my boy,
Yes doctors have their place, some are very good,
But I still can’t trust them face to face,
They might have saved my boys life,
Only because I asked God to send angels below,
To work with him and comfort him in the slew that was the awful show…
An infant boy, the most dehydrated in the world.
No study done ever, on a baby so bad.
And yes there is shame,
But only because those doctors said,
The fact I had my child was enough cause for them to emotionally whack me on the head….
But as their science and knowledge would say,
My son’s a miracle, and it was they themselves that saved the day…
They can’t say God’s angles where there,
Guiding their hands, and the tiny tubes every single day….
That’s not science they might just say.
Unexplainable, to science, are two of my kids,
And I’ve heard of many others, who where not meant to live…
So when it comes to your story,
Just watch what you are told,
Because not everyone’s predictions are true as they are told.
In Her Heart Healing 