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Our Small Community - First Robotics

I learned,
I created, 
I explored,
That’s how i spent those days,
Inside of my mind.
Then I found a wonderful thing
And then,
I learned, 
I created,
I explored,
For the world
But those,
Hours spent with friends,
In this wonderful family,
Finding our limits,
Fine-tuning our skills
Every day we worked in that classroom
But for us, it wasn’t work
It was learning, creating, exploring
And it wasn’t a classroom,
For those few hours each day,
It was our world,
Where we learned,
Where we created,
Where we explored.

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Lovecraftian Horror - Tribute To Hp Lovecraft

Come upon tomorrow,
you'll think back to this horror,
incomprehensible, feel sanity leaving you,
You'll see in a minute,
you can't kill it,
you're insignificant,
under the gaze of the universe you'll crumble,
not even sorrow, a single glance is insanity, 
so numb you can't use profanity,
hear them coming for you, 
a single thought and you'll perish,
a candle snuffed out in a vacuum,
its light so small, not even noticed when it vanished.
They're coming for you, if they knew you were there,
but you're too small;
they won't make you fall,
you'll do it for them, 
such unconscious insanity lingering below the surface,
ready to be exploited by an alien mind.

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Morning-Mourning

Last morning
All was right
This night
All are mourning

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Ideas Arrive

Chaos arrives on broken wings
Imbued with ideas and passion.

Order arrives on rails
Complex in its simplicity.

Anarchy is a stowaway
Removing all systems,
Those perfect or corrupt.

System lends itself, 
Its power of structure,
To accomplish
Or to limit.

Not all change is good,
Not all change is bad,
No system is perfect.

There is
No absolute perfection in order,
No perfect chaos that can stand the test of time,
No true anarchy that can last through the ages,
No system that won’t collapse under stress.
But we can last.

No individual is perfect,
No idea perfectly fitting
Some need tweaked,
Some need refitting.

They say don’t fix what’s not broken, 
But what if what if it’s broken,
And they just don’t know what to fix?

Another viewpoint is needed,
In matters important or nondescript,
Or valiantly we must retrofit,
Our way of thinking, our way of life,
Or come crashing in a heap of 
What if?
What if it had gone like this, 
And not like that, 
Which had crumbled down 
Into the ocean above and below
What if?
What if?
What if people had worked together in the beginning,
Not just one group of people, but all people,
And agreed to endorse change.

Don’t change what’s not broken, 
But what if it’s still being fixed?

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Preparing a Speech

Memorizing lines as dawn grows near,
3 a.m. and still practicing, 
Fearing, Insight no closer.
Wake up to the sound of an alarm,
Fall out of my chair,
Walk out unprepared,
the time arises, caught asleep, unaware,
Stumble forward, assistance needed,
Eyes large and pleading,
As I begin to say my part

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Forgotten Deities

Now forgotten deities,
strewn across these lands,
broken by endless wars
waged against darkness

Long forgotten deities 
lay upon the ground,
bodies broken by disbelief,
long ago forgotten.
Last of them 
a Pharaoh sits
upon a broken throne,
grey eyes widened in surprise,
even as his ill-gotten power
grows.

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Flying

Far above us 
In the sky 
Drifting softly 
trembling madly
Fearless high above,
Floating through a dream

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Forgotten Deities, Revised

Long forgotten deities,
strewn across these lands,
broken by endless wars,
waged against darkness,
Last of them, a Pharaoh sits
upon a broken throne,
grey eyes widened in surprise,
even as his ill-gotten power,
grows.

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The Wraith and the Raven

The night it was, when I heard,
a tap, tap, tapping on my hovel's door
open to find a raven, eyes filled with darkness and spite,
when I went to turn on the light,
light, a dear friend long departed,
darkness is the only memory I have not forgotten now,
A world bathed in hideous, inviting darkness surrounds me,
any thought of freedom having long since escaped,
And that pain, that misery, I hold it dear, clutch it to my chest,
a pain filled remembrance of a raven pecking at my hand,
"Nevermore, Nevermore" the specter cried, 
this spiteful wraith I had invited into my home,
to which i could return, nevermore.

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Existentialism

By day,
By night,
We fight,
Summoning all of our might.
They try to douse our flame, but it's still burning bright.

Our crime,
in time
You’ll find,
Is popular for a certain kind of mind.

Goodbye hate,
Goodbye sorrow,
Wonder who life will take tomorrow.

A product of our wills,
Crossing the hills
cranked out by the mills
of those who are ruled by this system still,
who believe life is already filled, and distilled,
discounting freewill.