Today is so mendy
But more a mane that covers busy days
In it I had enough repose
To attack the awaiting wakefulness
Defending the hit ground of possible mendicancy
Thou just don't make this known to my Teddy
For no dream will attends me of absent fantasy
I count the way of moon's disappearance
I recall mouthwash
The water's violence hush
Watching the stars' absence
As the chill of the atmosphere espies
May be the other; thou could recognize human
By what he hath on
Set out at midnight solemnly
To cool off the absent harmattarn triumphantly
And bless it to all prosperity
To compliment the hot spell mildly
I wish all winter back again repair
Thy gath the temple a rounded taunted hair
But all a sudden become far chilly fair
Seeming ambiguous and dull
Hath added me creditability mull
Agile and confidently in full
Let the night builds strength
Not to fight my breath
But hang upon with love, so fortunate
To set me on days singing by favors' consent
You Are Nothing To Me
Atoms are what you’re made of
Billions of which can exist comfortably
‘pon the tip of your pinkie finger
And still have room…for many billions more.
And these atoms of which you’re made of?
Obviously they’re unimaginably small
But are also…incredibly empty…
Picture a ball three miles in diameter
Now picture your fist in the exact center
(That’s the nucleus of the atom)
Now imagine much smaller still…
Electrons (the size of flyspecks) circling
just inside The periphery of this
Three mile wide circle at fantastic speed.
Have you got the idea of the empty space yet?
Okay! Now let’s quickly sum up:
You (and everything!) are made up of atoms!
Atoms are made up almost entirely of empty space!
As are you and everybody and thing around you!
Now let us really push the bounds of your creditability!
Let’s take every person in entire world
Roll them into a solid ball of humanity
And remove all that aforementioned empty space…
The matter that would remain of any material substance
Of all the people in the entire world
Would take up no more space
Than one cube of sugar!
Know Yourself
Life goes through all stages,
Ups and downs do sadden,
All never come up to as planned;
Hardships come up against,
Not a thing stays perpetual.
One must clamp down on a time,
Above all, going to people for opinions,
Is like making a mess in head.
The more mouths, the more chatters.
What one abides is never asking oneself;
What to do with own life?
Who looks in mirror oneself!
We adorn looks only;
Instead seeking own abilities,
Own strengths and will.
Put your eye on yourself,
And measure your wisdom,
And creditability.
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