The AI Voice
The AI voice, unspoken but there all the same
You see it everywhere
Advertisements, social media, magazines
Clean, sanitized sentence structure
Facts placed in just the right place
And everything starts the same
Those polished cliché opening line
“It didn’t happen overnight”
“In a world where”
“For centuries humans have”
Who writes like this anyway?
Makes me wonder who was teaching the models
And with what source material
No emotion, at least no real emotion
The kind that comes from ink-stained hands
Rewrite after rewrite after rewrite
Tragedy cannot be sterilized
Love has no digital translation
Violence cannot be told by a censored program
And don’t get me started on eroticism
The smooth, polished, well-mannered voice
That’s the AI voice, with the AI vocabulary
Impressive but with a dose of altitude
Over the heads of the regular people
Cleanliness over, well over anything
No offense, really no offense at all
It cannot lean into anything without a warning
Delicate subjects are sandblasted
Whitewashed as the generic labelling
The AI voice has no position, no opinion
Struggles that were real are only imagined
Oh sure, it will be happy to analyze
To explain, but without tension, without weight
Where’s the raw unfiltered voice
The voice that the masses hunger for
Definitions are for dictionaries
We the people want the dirty side of life
Moments when the eyes blink, tears fall
The grind of young lovers in the backseat
Loss, real loss, final and filled with pain
The fragility of something that might be a maybe
Uncomfortable truth, pain without gain
When words are repackaged
Delivered in that passive, safe voice
Comprehension begins a slow decay
People stop wrestling with ideas
They stop creating ideas
Creation becomes a chore
Instead defaulting to something already assembled
Understanding is the first casualty
Uniqueness, the ship lost at sea
Originality hanging in the balance
The AI voice can tell you more
Just ask it and you will see
Good for the machines, but not for thee
Additional Reading
R.J. (Ralph) Schwartz is an American poet, author, website owner, and online publisher. His writing spans several poetry collections—ranging from spiritual and romantic to fear-driven explorations—and even extends into science fiction. Notable works include:
- Normal Was the First Casualty – A Collection of Dystopian Poetry
- Hope – Inspirational and Spiritual Poetry
- Things That Go Bump in the Night – Poetry of Fear and Fright
- The Lover’s Thread – Poetry for Couples
- Poetry of the Human Condition – The Ups and Downs of Modern Living
- The Secrets of the Moon (a sci-fi novel co-authored with his son Sebastian J. Schwartz)
Schwartz’s work is described as purposefully wordy, richly descriptive, and thematically grounded in nature, romance, antiquity, and forgotten histories. He writes regularly on platforms he manages, including The Creative Exiles, a collaborative venue for writers, and The Gypsy Thread, which delves into offbeat histories, pagan lore, and poetry.
- The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral - May 11, 2026
- The Spring Collection - May 8, 2026
- Faces Without Names - May 6, 2026
