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about 600 million years ago, with major complexes like the Lynn Volcanic Complex, Mattapan Volcanic Complex, and Middlesex Fells Volcanic Complex forming bedrock, visible as resistant rock formations in areas like the Blue Hills
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The Strobe of Null
"A Leaps of Fourths and Fifths"
the scene in the newly exopy-resinned floor
was of the galaxy she destroyed.
Commissioned by darkseid and lex Luthor
Wriiten By Darksied
Arraged by L. Luthor
Courtsey of Strang Album Co.
If I Lived with them,
I never really grasp
the complexity...
May your mind reset , so you can see others like they really are. Unique complexes units
May your anger turn into a passion, an unstoppable creative power
May your heart realize the real necessity of people. The comunication and living.
May your ideas go so deeply in your life you destroy the commom sense of reality.
May your soul be able to read the paralel universe of creation and discovering in the time of an eyes blink.
May we can create together
A statue is standing in the road. The center of town.
Still, silent
A stone. An outcast, watching the world around them. A silent spectator.
Empty. Empty are the streets. Empty is the town, flooded with identical houses.
Empty are the markets. The aisles of food.
Empty are the complexes. Apartments galore.
Empty are the woods. The nests and caves.
Empty are the diners. The tables and chairs.
The statue is not in the street anymore.
The statue is now within their home, and yet
Has not moved.
A frozen pig, covered in ice
Has no coins within.
The closet is full of identical clothes.
The shower is cold.
The phone is silent. It never rings.
The phone is silent. The statue never speaks.
The beach is cold.
The waves push back.
Statues sink.
And the beach, full of people
Lies the statue. Watching, with their eyes plucked. Icicles on stone cheeks.
Invisible.
Boy I hope bad things happen
So I can complain about them.
That way i wont feel empty inside
And feel like I have a purpose
And if it happens to the right group of people
Then I can complain about the other group of people
So I can feel like I belong somewhere.
And of course these are my own thoughts and I'm
Not being controlled by those with worse complexes than me
Now for some good news,
that we might have missed.
It ain't no riot or pandemic,
so maybe didn't make your list.
For the first time in history,
a commercial craft flew to space.
Bringing humanity back,
into the great race.
Though still bogged down,
with government oversight.
Cause we all know 'Red Tape,'
can be such a delight.
We will see 'Hitch a ride,'
programs where we can buy,
a ticket for luxury cruises,
to take us out past the sky.
To hotels and eateries,
up there on the moon,
and apartment complexes,
that'll be coming soon.
An outer space vacation,
package up in the stars.
I'll think I'll wait and,
take mine on Mars.
Just think of the significance,
of this historic day.
When to all of our grand-kids,
we can proudly say.
I remember on just one planet,
we lived out our life.
It was so filled with hate,
war, hunger and strife.
But we overcame those problems,
back when we learned,
that if we only give love,
we'll only get love in return.
written on May 21st 2020
If i have them, never understood properly the complexity...
Russia valiantly fights 'a war of defense'
against Ukraine which 'has given offense'
Can Russia depose 'the Nazi, Zelensky?'
to end Ukraine's 'genocide of slaughtering Russenkis?' (aka Russians)
Russia's 'defense of her people' is understandable
But are NATO's policies all-so-commendable?
NATO says 'Nyet' to to No-fly Zones -- 'too provocative'
~ Russia laughs at such 'justifications' for her to use her prerogative
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Russia bombs a maternity hospital and a nuclear reactor; levels whole
towns; shells civilian apartment complexes indiscriminately -- and NATO
can't OK a 'No-Fly-Zone' -- a DEFENSIVE tactic! -- to stop it?!!! For the
sake of humanity, when will Western leaders find the courage to FIGHT
this second coming of the murderous liar, Hitler?!!!!
listen dear!
We have a lot in common :
the same sky, the same sea,
the same way forward
and the same sad eyes...
We are similar, but not the same....
We have wishes and dreams,
you have desires and aspirations,
we are human, intelligent,
educated, sophisticated
spiritualized but selfish,
stoic but relaxed,
attractive, without complexes...
we have all that we need
for happiness...
Only one thing sets us apart:
I love you, but you don't love me....
We have everything you need
for a life together...
Minus love...!
This is uneven!
Happiness for the simple,
it's much easier...
With little they are satisfied,
with the lack they are completed.
with emptiness they are filled...
Happiness for the complexes,
it is much further demanding...
Much seems little,
the complete has gaps,
to fullness, is always missing...
Simplicity is a gift grace
for the simple...
but a torment for
for the "smart" !
No penance need be paid by the insular artisan
admonished for seeking an oral platinum quota.
Under furlough! Tuck their perfume in a bureau,
then intermittently release the poise to up-start
inferiority complexes who'll quote of the literati,
and then in the very same breath
naysay a quiver of emotion from word devotion…
Integral quandary - quaint ale or styled daiquiri?
Can phenomenal language fade in the simplistic?
Eloquence is gauche! So pilings of a quay erode…
(2/10/2021: DMS)
-- Shadow Traits --
John Herlihy
We are a tapestry of life, in threads of light and dark,
A work in progress always striving to be a work of art.
Somehow, we know our strengths, of weaknesses little,
Disharmonies that lie within playing as notes of a fiddle.
Where do they come from, complexes to feel as plague?
My life but crests and troughs in rhythms of some wave.
How much those shadow traits do follow me and haunt,
How much those shadow traits do laugh at me and taunt.
Strange, no matter how much light, still we see shadows,
There in the corners of the heart as knots in ribbon bows.
Slowly I live, I learn, as I begin to see what they really are,
Nothing more than elusive ghosts that need be driven far.
Now I see light and darkness as blessing of the divine sun,
Our journey has imperfections, but each step of light spun.
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(c) John Herlihy 28 April 2020
insecurity was a fight
complexes were a height
skinny or fat- a sin
society wins
calling **** a new game
calling stud a new maze
gaming of hearts
processing of beats
true love a blund sight
fake was a new area
but still she belives in love
i said y
she said
i have been waiting for a prince
who truly understands me
i said true love never exits
she said it is
i said how
she said it with a wow
life still exits
and life never resista
i see with my her eyes
thay her prince comes
and overdarkened ways were brighten up
then i understand true love exits
hope for love
belive in my eyes..
SPIDER CITY
The angle of sun reveals a large spider-web across our gate
My strength is a million times the spider’s
With impunity I destroy the web blocking my path
From space our urban and transport complexes resemble webs
Tornado’s strength is a million times my own
With impunity it destroys our cities across its path
REMEMBERING ROSE KENNEDY
by ron wilson aka vee bdosa
A rose was plucked from many of the day
and taken to our Lord, by His request,
who keeps it so it will not wilt away
and now it shines the rose of our Lord's breast.
'Twas just a very simple rose to grow
but light complexes colors visually
and all those colors make up all we know,
to turn it into what our eyes can see.
And what a joy she was, as if a song,
until the Master called for our dear Rose,
and now we ask, how can we get along
without this joy of life that seldom grows?
Such roses do not grow just ev'rywhere
but when they do, we see a Mother there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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