Best Efficient Poems
Let me break it down,
ghetto-wise ...
from a penny to a dollar
Intellectual property
is owned by a cosmic entity,
known as God
A heavenly voice from above
has infinity echoed:
Trust not in clay sod
Don’t trespass
the Sol tertiary boundary
This immutable rule
is so blood simple ...
Blue-green rock elementary
From a peso to a yen,
averse to change is gospel foreign
Embrace mental exchange ...
This is so neural net elemental —
co-efficient expansion
is your medulla oblongata obligation
It’s time to examine
your Adam-to-Eve aorta spatial relation
Is the gaseous phase
getting asteroid nebular clear,
or is the galactic haze
expanding your molecular fear?
Don’t let the black hole gutter
be your permanent entropy atmosphere
Devil is in the details,
seems your kinetic effort is in arrears
Co-efficient expansion never takes less,
it don’t do vow contraction
A love quantum algorithm ...
leap of faith
is always a variable decision
Did the upgrade message get thru
the void background noise?
Has the stupid gravity of dark matter
anti-unity been squashed
on the ghetto asphalt?
From a yuan to a pence,
what amount of exponential growth
has your
understanding underwent?
Have the spiritual error compounds
been sufficiently H2O,
tear baptismal broken down?
The spiders weave net
For protection and support.
Self efficient !
“Time is money
It’s a sign that you worked all night
A sense that you did everything right.
And a life sentence, that keeps you awake all night
Time is money
The longer you work, the efficient hours you’ll be paid,
And rewarded, with a raise
Time is money
Your time was never a possibility, but rather a probability
Of whether or not you’ll actually have a chance of remarkabilty
Or, a configuration to be paid, a way to end your hostilities
Time is money
Your debt was never meant to be paid, but to be made
Up until time is what never seems to be of aide
Time is money”
Too much turmoils
Make me fatique
Too much chaos
Make me deaf
Too much tragedies
Make me blind
My mind jammed
My heart broken
I have nothing to say anymore
Years after years hazards come and go and return
Silence is the only word on my lips
The fan blades turn and turn
No noise but efficient
Noisy fan means old and not functioning well
But my silence means loss, helpless and confused
God's silence means we're seriously handicapped
God's words are spread in all nature
With philosophical signs
To be interpreted by man himself
Silence always speaks the loudest voice
To man's heart only
With no heart attacks of course
A heart can be put in a battery to make it function again
How about a stonely heart with God's words
Maybe,maybe...
I desire not a Benz
Nor a Bentley
That'll chase my night away
But a Toyota
That'll make me sleep at will
I desire not to be rich
Nor hope to be poor
But in all my endeavor
Let me be pleased
I desire to be ridiculed
While my body is in truce
With itself and peace all around
I desire to be adequate
With the cost of normal hustle
My Efficient Desire
Every instinct was crying out to her,
not to leave the child at the door,
new born, she cannot care for,
she still was deep in her heart
playing a risky game,
really didn’t want to be apart,
and she never gave the infant a name.
Suddenly, as she sat and watched through a dense fog,
the owner let out her dogs,
all six of them as far as she can see,
the young mother’s perplexed expression,
as she fell to one knee,
watched the dogs attack,
infant crying,
her tears drying,
serenity lovely thoughts entered,
then exiting, silence filled the air,
confusion fueled the fear,
and the dogs were completely efficient.
We can harvest well,
But we must plant our saplings;
We can build up luck.