Symptoms of An Effortless Adoration

2.

All of our conversations, I remember almost exactly. 

Some say I am clearly confused for

gaining a rise from how hard I fall intended towards one, yet

I feel it’s wise to be a fool for you.

1.

A pure personality tainted by those parallel to I,

on different plains of style we find commonalities and share secrets, 

destined to be revealed to each other, building bonds through kind insults,

I must say, when you call me a loser, that is when I feel the most like a winner.

0.

Once in awhile, I’ll constantly call back to our quick chats,

considering all possibilities of the actions that I won’t take into account.

I drive my mind to pick my future, the only option being not to decide.

It is seriously comical at how hideous this ethereal appreciation is.

-1.

My intellect creates rooms of demolition where my fantasies become reality.

Even so, I am burned by the realness that remains frozen 

oddly throughout my body, past the parts I can’t perceive.

I am hidden from my flaws, you are known for your perfection.

-2.

When you flood my dry phone, I’ll smile and

while my body is pierced, bleeding a gentle praise,

I’ll repeat to myself the words I hope will end this admiration,

I despise how much I love you.

Beneath Invisible Boundaries

(A perspective of a Vietnamese economics student living and working in Germany)

Aschaffenburg, 03.04.26

I stand amid Europe’s winds and shifting lights,

where global headlines rise with every dawn,

and words of conflict, energy, and power

become the rhythm of an ordinary life I read each day.

Far from my homeland,

I hear voices echo through halls of authority,

speaking of security, nuclear thresholds,

and limits that must not be crossed

in a world defined by uncertainty.

I study economics,

and so I have learned to see invisible currents:

oil flowing through narrow straits,

capital moving across markets,

and expectations, trust, and belief

rising and falling like ever-moving curves.

The Strait of Hormuz is not merely a point on a map,

but a critical node in the global economy,

where even the smallest disruption can spread outward

into prices, inflation, and the lives of those

who have never set foot upon its shores.

I begin to realize

that within the great decisions of politics

there is always the presence of economics,

and within numbers that seem cold and abstract

lie the livelihoods of millions of families.

Between calls for sovereignty and alliance,

between confrontation and negotiation,

the world operates as an intricate web,

where no nation truly stands apart

from the influence of the rest.

Living in Germany,

I see this interdependence not as theory,

but in every energy bill I receive,

in prices, in the steady rhythm of a life

that seems distant from the idea of conflict.

And sometimes,

amid reports of war and macroeconomic analysis,

I find myself asking:

what does economic development truly mean

if it does not move alongside peace and stability?

The world continues to move forward,

through decisions shaped by risk and restraint,

and we — though separated by distance —

remain part of the same system,

where every shift in one corner of the world

can quietly reach into the lives of others

in its own unseen way.

Author: Lan Anh – Aschaffenburg, Germany

CAFFEINE

It’s just me and my morning coffee here.

And the light through the kitchen window of course.

Not forgetting the chill in the air

that the warm is starting to get around to.

But, in lieu of company, I have this cup.

Instead of conversation, I sip.

In the world of anatomical animation,

this caffeine juice is paramount.

My mouth creases upwards into a smile.

My eyes flick aside the sleep detritus,

open wide.

I am coming into my body, into my own. 

Soon I will be ready for the world.

Who knows?

I might even, in my own way, shape it.

WELCOME 

The baby draws her first breath.

A nurse’s brown eyes look down on her.

It’s all good now they say

but just you wait.

The doctor takes no side.

He’s here to do his job.

Some woman meekly asks,

“Can I see her.”

Her glass body lies in pieces.

But at least her heart is intact.

For now.

The nurse camps a red face 

inches from the pillow.

The baby waves her arms like wings.

Through the blur of pain,

she’s soft enough

to be an angel.

An angel that’s fishing for compliments.

So soon. So young.

TOM

Tom’s body just developed sooner

than the skinny frames of the rest of us.

He arms and legs grew muscles 

while our limbs could have cleaned pipes.

No wonder he was school sports star: 

best player in the rugby and cricket teams,

fastest in the hundred and two hundred,

records in the long jump and javelin.

His school work was below average.

He hated to read

and he struggled with geometry.

But we made him class captain anyhow.

He was never a smartass, never a bully.

Kids looked up to him,

figuratively and literally.

But things didn’t go so well for him

once he left school.

Most of us caught up with him

in size if not in speed.

He worked in his father’s garage,

liked a drink, lost two teeth in a fight,

got a girl pregnant and married her,

divorced, took over the business 

when his father died,  then learned

to really love a drink, went bankrupt,

lost track of his kid, ended up on

the streets and sleeping on a park bench,

spent the rest of his days as an example

for mothers to point at when they were 

out with their children.

I saw Tom not long before he died.

He was unshaven, dressed in torn t-shirt

and greasy jeans, and sneakers that

flapped at the toes.

Most people avoided him.

I just bent my head down 

as he cried out, “Hey, don’t I know you?”

I remembered so many times 

when guys were picking sides 

and Tom was always first one called

and I was near last.

Now life had chosen me well ahead of him.

But that did nothing for my pride, my ego.

If it was a game 

than it was one that didn’t feel right,

wasn’t worth playing.

He staggered onward.

I just kept walking.

ODE TO HOLLY

Here’s a sharp air to match its claws, 

a chilly white to shimmer its dark blood, 

a wind to blow the ilex blue 

at a Christmastime of gloved hands plucking.

But here’s a survivor in a hard-bitten land,

a stem of insurrection,

leaves defiantly evergreen,

branches bone-brittle

but militant against the freeze.

GREEN MAN

I walk where hills lean into sky, 

where green is a language all its own.

My lungs, grateful. My mind, 

rinsed clean by lordly pine 

and patient moss.

What else is there but to wander – 

to listen for the shy rustle of brush, 

the flit of wings, the soft syllables spoken

by trees to the wind?

My boots speak in twig-snaps and stone-taps, 

but even they fall silent when the breeze arrives, 

a gentle visitor brushing my cheek.

The forest stirs. And I, no longer needing to speak, 

am blessed by the quiet.

Honestly, it knows more than I do.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in Midnight Mind, Novus and Abbey. Latest books, “Bittersweet”, “Subject Matters” and “Between Two Fires” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the MacGuffin, Touchstone and Willow Review.

The Future of Artificial Intelligence and Information Technology: Where Is the Digital World Heading?

Abstract
Information Technology (IT) has become a fundamental pillar of modern society. Rapid advancements in Artificial Intelligence (AI), cloud computing, and cybersecurity are reshaping global industries. This article analyzes the significance of IT, explores key technological trends, and examines future opportunities in the digital era.

Introduction
In the 21st century, Information Technology has evolved into an essential component of human life. The acceleration of digital transformation is influencing economies, education systems, healthcare, and communication worldwide. Among the most impactful innovations are Artificial Intelligence, cloud computing, and cybersecurity, which are driving technological progress.

The Importance of IT
IT plays a crucial role in global development by enhancing efficiency and enabling innovation across multiple sectors.

Key areas of impact:
Education: Online platforms provide global access to knowledge
Business: E-commerce and automation increase productivity
Healthcare: Digital systems improve diagnostics and patient care
Communication: Instant connectivity through digital platforms

Major IT Trends
Artificial Intelligence (AI)
Artificial Intelligence enables machines to simulate human intelligence and decision-making.
Applications:
Virtual assistants and chatbots
Medical diagnosis systems
Autonomous transportation
AI is expected to significantly enhance productivity and efficiency.

Cloud Computing
Cloud computing provides scalable and flexible data storage solutions via the internet.
Advantages:
Cost efficiency
Scalability
Secure data management
Cybersecurity
As digital systems expand, cybersecurity becomes increasingly important.

Focus areas:
Data protection
Network security
Prevention of cyber attacks
Software Development
Software development remains one of the most in-demand professions globally.
Popular domains:
Web development
Mobile applications
Artificial Intelligence systems

How to Start a Career in IT
To begin a career in IT, individuals should:
Learn programming languages (Python, JavaScript)
Work on practical projects
Build a professional portfolio
Develop English communication skills
Obtain certifications

Future Perspectives
The future of IT will be characterized by:
Increased automation
Expansion of remote work
Growth of the digital economy

Conclusion
Information Technology is not only the future but also the present. Individuals who invest in digital skills today will shape tomorrow’s world.

I am Rahmonova Barno Kilich qizi, born on November 30, 2007 in Kamashi district of Kashkadarya region. In 2015, I started studying in the 1st grade at school No. 14 in Kattakurgan city of Samarkand region. I am a 1st year student at Tashkent International University of Financial Management and Technologies, studying Information Systems and Technologies. I am a 2-time champion of Uzbekistan in taekwondo ITF and have repeatedly won 1st places in regional tournaments. I won 1st place in the regional stage of the “Young Reader” competition, and 1st place in the regional stage of the Native Language Science Olympiad.

1-You gave to the wind

You threw the seeds of love unsparingly to the wind,

only gathered by the light gusts

that deposited them one by one

among the fertile valleys of brown spots

that declared war on the white-painted boats

painted with fresh dove feathers.To the desert, your legacy, planted in the dark days of the Cold War

that raised its summer leaves immersed in oases of peace.You looked to the sky, offering your gratitude

for the uniqueness of blood in the flow of fire

that continuously bathed the banks

dipped in the salt water of excruciating pain

at dawn, the piercing echoes of the rain resounded

that cried dew dried by the steam of interminable kisses

all left half-finished to return later to complete them.

In the dream, kisses still appear

to become the double wings of elegant monarchs.

And where are you now? Already gone back to fight your own never-ending war,

only the truce of eyes that, reunited, admired each other,

promising eternity.You buried your seeds to be found by the sun,

pierced by the chilling rays,waiting for your warm hands,

to imprint in a child’s kiss,

the age-old purity,

that enclosed the purity of the heart,that suffers today.

Elisa Mascia

2- Butterfly Wings

Colorful butterflies, noble soul on the chill of the winter sun.

Trapped in the dew of the stomach, stirred in the night dance awaiting the dawn.

You invented the song, different and inviting every day,

actor and author of your part as the absolute protagonist.

The barefoot dancer applauded ceaselessly, her feet never touching the ground,

she rose in flight over the aridity of the world put to rest among the desert oases,

the one narrowed by the rocks,

milestones guardians of ash more dangerous than the burning coals left in the name of a love that has lost its nostalgia.

Fly high, butterfly, over the eastern skies, look ahead and don’t stop even for a useless greeting.

Stitched together from the drops of bitterness,

the pages of the soul write chapters of a new fantasy world painted by the colorful butterfly.

Elisa Mascia

The beautiful childhood!!!

Don’t block 

The road

Of the beautiful childhood. 

Oops!

How ridiculous thought!

The time

Can’t return 

Just hold the memory 

With crescent charm

The flying mind.

With golden kites 

Myriad hues of mind

Letter to all

Don’t miss the pool

Of the colourful childhood. 

Happy rhyme

The sun smiles

A Shimmering part of life

Can’t be lost forever 

Make the golden canvas, at last.